First of all, I haven't forgotten all about my blogginz, I was just knocked into a state of depression over the cold war I continue to wage with the Internet overlords. I believe we are closer now then we ever have been to having a reliable, quick(relatively speaking) internet connection. But so far its not even a moral victory. Whenever we manage to climb back out of poverty status we'll buy ourselves an antenna to boost our reception and if that fails a booster to boost the reception. And if that fails we'll get a fuzz booster, boost fuzz to fuzz up the boost (sweet, sweet Big Hit). But until then its TV for outside information and 'every once in a while' internet.
Since so much time has gone by I don't see the point in rehashing everything. My professional life is only made to look good by the mind numbing self loathing atrocity of my personal life. I go on vacation this week, hopefully that goes well. Hope everyone has a great weekend and takes adv of that 60 degree Saturday. And Go Cards! I don't really care who wins the superbowl, but I would like the cards to take it home. I'll be watching it in Durango, BYE!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
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!
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!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Super busy, super lame
I've been working a fair bit of overtime lately, not an insane amount by any means; but any overtime worked by muah is a lot. As a result of this I basically did absolutely nothing last weekend, caught up on a few shows and got a little sleep, but that in a nutshell is all I did. I'm planing on having a trifle more fun this weekend, but we shall see. Not much else to report on besides the excitement of last night.
We decided to green up the house and get some of that recycled blown insulation stuff. It led to a messy wild night of attic adventures. I wish we had been wise enough to take some pictures, but we never think to do that. Basically we ended up looking like we stumbled out of a collapsed building in a Hollywood movie. I'm not sure how Jessica could breath up in the attic even with the breathing mask. She's probably going to be coughing up cat style hairballs all week now. But for all the work I was really glad we got it done, and putting if off doesn't do you any good because it will hopefully save us a few cents everyday. I was skeptical of how much of a change it would make, but when I awoke this morning and wandered around our house it was actually fairly warm even with the heater set to 68. Normally it takes an incredible burst of will power for me to get out of bed in the morning because it is so cold outside of my cocoon, but not so this morning.
I'm afraid (hard to not finish 'I'm afraid' with 'of Americans) that is about all I have to post about, not a very fun read I would imagine. But I've had a mostly not fun, boring to live through last couple of weeks, so you can now feel my pain. Although magic with Markimus prime on Tuesday was great fun. Ohh and watching the Chiefs game was super fun. I didn't like the play Chan called up, but I love that Herm went for two, made me like him alot more. I hope the rest of our season sorta plays out like that game. Look like we are improving, make some bonehead plays, and barely lose the game. Its brilliant!
Thigpen: Believe the Dream!
We decided to green up the house and get some of that recycled blown insulation stuff. It led to a messy wild night of attic adventures. I wish we had been wise enough to take some pictures, but we never think to do that. Basically we ended up looking like we stumbled out of a collapsed building in a Hollywood movie. I'm not sure how Jessica could breath up in the attic even with the breathing mask. She's probably going to be coughing up cat style hairballs all week now. But for all the work I was really glad we got it done, and putting if off doesn't do you any good because it will hopefully save us a few cents everyday. I was skeptical of how much of a change it would make, but when I awoke this morning and wandered around our house it was actually fairly warm even with the heater set to 68. Normally it takes an incredible burst of will power for me to get out of bed in the morning because it is so cold outside of my cocoon, but not so this morning.
I'm afraid (hard to not finish 'I'm afraid' with 'of Americans) that is about all I have to post about, not a very fun read I would imagine. But I've had a mostly not fun, boring to live through last couple of weeks, so you can now feel my pain. Although magic with Markimus prime on Tuesday was great fun. Ohh and watching the Chiefs game was super fun. I didn't like the play Chan called up, but I love that Herm went for two, made me like him alot more. I hope the rest of our season sorta plays out like that game. Look like we are improving, make some bonehead plays, and barely lose the game. Its brilliant!
Thigpen: Believe the Dream!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Religion has once again dumped on my parade.
I wanted this post to be all about my joy of Barack Obama wining the Presidency. And don't get me wrong, I am thrilled. I had to wear my 'Obama 08' T-shirt 2 days in a row. It's sort of like rocking a KU shirt at work after they beat Missouri or Texas or Kansas State. Ohh the sweet satisfaction of rubbing it in. But I went ahead and threw all my euphoria into the crapper. The reason for this is that I remembered to check on the early results to Proposition 8 (The disgusting revoking of the right to same sex marriage in Cali).... I read this in Wallstreet Journal this morning....
"Early poll results Tuesday night showed California voters leaning toward overturning same-sex marriage in the state in a decision that could impact how the issue plays out elsewhere in the nation.
Approval of Proposition 8 would be a stunning upset in a $70-million campaign that just weeks ago looked to be running in favor of preserving gay marriage rights.
By 12:34 a.m. in California, 53.1% of voters favored passing Prop 8, as the measure is known, and 46.9% were against it, with 60% of precincts voting, according to the Secretary of State. However, both sides cautioned the vote could be very close and that it might still be early to declare a winner.
The passage of Prop 8, as it is known, would be a major victory for religious conservatives seeking to ban gay marriage in other states, and a crippling setback for the gay rights movement nationwide."
Now admitidly, it's not for sure, but it saddens me deeply that it is even close. I don't even think you should be allowed to vote on hateful, ignorant, backwards crap like this. The right of any two people to get 'married' should not be controlled by the state (or nation). If they are cool with 'civil unions' then what the hell is the deal with Marriage. It doesn't seem like you should even be allowed to vote on garbage like this, it feels like if Kansas randomly had a Proposition to make Hispanics use different bathrooms or something. Its just disgusting, and fills me with anger.
I even have a strange anger towards Jessica's mother this morning just because I can totally see her voting for something like this; and it makes me sad to know that not only do these people exist, but they are in my family, haha. Not only that, but her mother is well educated and practices reasoning in most of her decisions. Life would make more sense if I could just assume that the people who vote on acts like this actually are ignorant, mildly retarded members of our community. Unfortunately that is just not the case, and maybe I am being to hard on these people ('these people', now I sound like a bigot, haha). Its hard for me to put myself in their shoes (the heavily religious), just as I am sure its hard for them to look at the world through my eyes (when yur dead, yur dead). And heck, maybe her mother wouldn't vote for such a despicable bill, but even having to 'think' that she would just craps on my day. Anyway, I hope no one bothers to check this blog that is still flying high on Obama hope fumes.
I think in this post I refered to prop 8 as a prop, bill and act.... don't mind that, haha.
Obama: Believe the Dream! (haha)
"Early poll results Tuesday night showed California voters leaning toward overturning same-sex marriage in the state in a decision that could impact how the issue plays out elsewhere in the nation.
Approval of Proposition 8 would be a stunning upset in a $70-million campaign that just weeks ago looked to be running in favor of preserving gay marriage rights.
By 12:34 a.m. in California, 53.1% of voters favored passing Prop 8, as the measure is known, and 46.9% were against it, with 60% of precincts voting, according to the Secretary of State. However, both sides cautioned the vote could be very close and that it might still be early to declare a winner.
The passage of Prop 8, as it is known, would be a major victory for religious conservatives seeking to ban gay marriage in other states, and a crippling setback for the gay rights movement nationwide."
Now admitidly, it's not for sure, but it saddens me deeply that it is even close. I don't even think you should be allowed to vote on hateful, ignorant, backwards crap like this. The right of any two people to get 'married' should not be controlled by the state (or nation). If they are cool with 'civil unions' then what the hell is the deal with Marriage. It doesn't seem like you should even be allowed to vote on garbage like this, it feels like if Kansas randomly had a Proposition to make Hispanics use different bathrooms or something. Its just disgusting, and fills me with anger.
I even have a strange anger towards Jessica's mother this morning just because I can totally see her voting for something like this; and it makes me sad to know that not only do these people exist, but they are in my family, haha. Not only that, but her mother is well educated and practices reasoning in most of her decisions. Life would make more sense if I could just assume that the people who vote on acts like this actually are ignorant, mildly retarded members of our community. Unfortunately that is just not the case, and maybe I am being to hard on these people ('these people', now I sound like a bigot, haha). Its hard for me to put myself in their shoes (the heavily religious), just as I am sure its hard for them to look at the world through my eyes (when yur dead, yur dead). And heck, maybe her mother wouldn't vote for such a despicable bill, but even having to 'think' that she would just craps on my day. Anyway, I hope no one bothers to check this blog that is still flying high on Obama hope fumes.
I think in this post I refered to prop 8 as a prop, bill and act.... don't mind that, haha.
Obama: Believe the Dream! (haha)
Monday, November 03, 2008
Without Further Ado!
not many good viking Bob pictures, I randomly chose this one for it also shows debauchery!
Thunder thunder thunder ThunderCats! Its Cheetwhora!
The Shame Nap
Brothers in Arms
Debauchery!
Dr. Death doin it up
Dancing with the Stars!
Buddy christ!
Hey you, Bear... Hey Bear... Hey BEAR FUCKER!
Milady
3 Sweet effin Super Heroes and some effin guy I don't remember meeting
Gaze upon my superior costume!
Ohh the Magnificence!
If you had any idea what I was going for you would know I sorrrrta nailed it!Jessica posted the pictures sooner then I would have imagined... So here are some photo snippets I felt like putting up on here. To discover the adventure behind the photo's read the entry before this. Plus these pictures are in no particular order, I was to lazy to reorder them after posting. Hope you enjoyed. Click on em to see actual detail, heh.
Its a long long road, OUT OF HELL!
That was a very dramatic weekend. I guess the easiest way to type it up is to make this chronological... And to mention this right now, I don't have any pictures to put up of Halloween right now, hopefully either Jessica will put them on facebook / her blog soon. Or I will bring some in on a flash drive and post them here. I'll probably do that regardless actually, if I ever remember. Now on to the show....
I was lucky enough this year to have my rotation day off fall on Halloween, so I was able to use all day Friday to get my costume together, which seemed like a fine plan with plenty of 'time' for error. As per my usual agreement with Past Bob (he's that no good son of a bitch that sloughs problems into the over-burdened lap of Future Bob) I did not actually leave enuff time for the Wal-inspired Temper-tantrums that were to follow...(dramatic pause)...I eventually began my day at Walmart, a fine purveyor of cheap crappola, making it the number 1 destination for cash strapped trick or treaters (read as everyone). I went in there with my list of needed goods, dignity, sanity and hopes/dreams. 1-2 hours later I left the store... but it seems as though I accidentally lost all of those items save the list within the hallowed halls of Walsmart.
It all mostly stemmed from my Dramater (I decided that is what a Drama Odometer would be called) clocking in at about 10 clicks past "Ohh Gash!". I needed a few simple items that I assumed would be gettable from Walsmart (suspenders, black pants, ball) and a make-up item for my dear Geisha (Jessica). I went after the suspenders first, because they were pretty crucial to my outfit.... I then wandered around men's department for so long I began hallucinating suspenders like a desert mirages. I even asked the Walsmart employee's for assistance which led to many dog chasing its tail type adventures. These eventually led to myself and the Walsmart employee who I was now fast friends with finding that although they had a giant suspenders rack, capable of holding at least 100 suspenders they were completely sold out... not one pair. This created the first crack in my sanity, which was widened when the exact same adventure took place in women's cosmetics while looking for Jessica's item. I then spent a confusing 15 minutes hunting down some ladies leggings for Derrick, which he then pro ceded to not use in his costume and is clearly meant for 'theme night' at the D-Bones household.
I just realized how much time I have spent on Walmart, so lets just make the rest of this brief. The long and short of it is I had a brain meltdown version of a wardrobe malfunction and had to coax myself out of it by getting a pair of black pants for 7 dollars that were marked as 65 dollar pants (woo JC Penny!); which I later chose to share my half digested lunch with, but that's getting ahead of the story. I eventually was able to put together my costuming (The Comedian from Watchmen, don't worry, its not just you; no one knows who it is). Eventually being the key word, we had planned to gather for dinner around 7:30, I didn't finish sewing my suspenders on (I ended up creating my own suspenders, eat yur heart out Martha) until 8:00. The night then looked as though it was going to go off without a hitch: Jessica in a very well done Geisha costume and I met up with Schwumps, riddick and Captain forgot his name and we had some bloody glorious Sushi (I want to take a moment to mention that Schwumps costume was out of this world awesome, I promise to get a picture up sometime this week!)... Shortly here after the wickedness of Halloween reared its beautiful, crystal clear head, and attacked me from the depths of my trunk.
After leaving the restaurant we met up with Mark (who made up the other part of our Watchmen Trio) and went for Trunk Vodka..... The problem with Vodka drinking, and Trunk Vodka drinking in particular is that you don't actually know how drunk you are until about 15 minutes after the binge is over. I apparently drank waaay to much in this period and all of a sudden my night was off and ruining, unfortunately it left my brain in the gutter next to the trunk.
My memories or the rest of the night are jumbled, jolly and probably wrong. But the way I understand it I yelled vehemently at anyone without a costume on; should of had my ass handed to me on several occasions; left various phone messages on various phones; ran into another group of Watchmen - shamed them utterly and moved on; ran into Angela in her Cheetwhora costume; consumed more Trunk Vodka; revel revel revel; and blackness. What came later in the night can only be described with such eloquent words as 'douchbaggery', 'disgusting' and 'violent'. Suffice to say Jessica was displeased and I awoke alone and confused.
The only bright side of this is that I now plan to enact a far better system of drinking; screw ever drinking out of a hard liquor bottle again, I'll have my flask and call it good. Its not fun for me to be that drunk, its definitely not a good time for my wife, and only the most hardy and foolish of people (read as John) probably get any enjoyment out of me at this stage of disrepair. I still had fun that night, but lessened the fun of others, was wildly hungover, and puked all over a perfectly good costume.
Now to brighter days for Bob and dark, shame filled days for Hamid - Saturday night Bob House Party!
The misses and I had a whirlwind day of "uhhhgggg I'm hung over" ... "I did what last night, I'm sorry" ... "blehhh time to go vote and hit up the AE employee sale"..."Hurray voting was super easy, Go Obama!"..."Holy crap, I didn't know there were enough shirts back there for you to buy that many, well done Madam!"..."chop chop, stab, cut (wood)"....."you do know you basically put yourself up naked on our table in brown form" - followed by - "don't be a jackass Bob"...."Is anyone showing up to this party?" ... "Is anyone cooler then Mark Schmeltz showing up to this party" ... "Ohh snap, its the Jesus; THE PARTY HAS BEGUN!"
After a short period of hmm, are Mark, Soomin, Jessica and I going to have ourselves a quiet night in... people arrived. I've already told everyone, but I may as well blog it as well. I was super surprised at the effort everyone put forth on costuming. Not only was everyone save one lass in a costume, but most of them were in fairly elaborate costume, varying from heroic, to comedic, to bear-fuckeric; twas fantastic. After I ran a short errand (had to pick up my viking helmet after the double fail of John/Pichu) I set the bon fire off (which was sort of unneeded on such a warm evening) and the fun began. It was a mostly low key party, there was a fair bit of Tippee cup, or flip cup, or 'Brrrdurrrmmm! *think trumpety noize* cup; whatever you want to call it. Other wise just a lot of talking, sitting, dancing, and the now Bob Party Requisite GERMAN DISCO GLOW STICK SHOW! I take 0 responsibility in this happening again, I was going to let a few parties sneak in before that debacle struck again. Sometime around German Disco Light show I began to wonder where Hamid had gotten off to... and now begins a tale of shame.....
Apparently what had happened to our good friend Blunt man is that he found himself pantless and throwing up in our bathroom. Which isn't all that horrible; the real crime was his failure to lock the door at a party where the most unsavory of people (coughJohncough) lurk. The rest of his night was probably a blur of visitors, snap photography, grumbles, shambles and shame. I felt bad for the guy, but the situation was nigh unstoppable. Luckily he got a chance to take a nap on the always comfortable 'slab o concrete' so that must have been nice for him. I haven't seen the pictures since that night, but he's in for a special treat whenever those leak out into the series of tubes and voodoo magic some buffoons call the Internet.
Sunday was a day to relax, clean and watch Thigpen. I really like the way our offense is progressing. From the O-line to the Wide outs we look soooooo much better then we did at the start. Unfortunately all the wheels have come off the Linebacker bus... Mark came out for some Magic, then Jessica, Mark and I watched the vast array of eye candy that Sunday night HBO offers. It was good. Plus Jessica cooked us up a yummy pizza (thanks sweets) But now it is Monday and I am at work, so life is now back to normal. I hope everyone else had a fun and interesting Halloween weekend as well.
Tyler Thigpen: Believe the Dream!
I was lucky enough this year to have my rotation day off fall on Halloween, so I was able to use all day Friday to get my costume together, which seemed like a fine plan with plenty of 'time' for error. As per my usual agreement with Past Bob (he's that no good son of a bitch that sloughs problems into the over-burdened lap of Future Bob) I did not actually leave enuff time for the Wal-inspired Temper-tantrums that were to follow...(dramatic pause)...I eventually began my day at Walmart, a fine purveyor of cheap crappola, making it the number 1 destination for cash strapped trick or treaters (read as everyone). I went in there with my list of needed goods, dignity, sanity and hopes/dreams. 1-2 hours later I left the store... but it seems as though I accidentally lost all of those items save the list within the hallowed halls of Walsmart.
It all mostly stemmed from my Dramater (I decided that is what a Drama Odometer would be called) clocking in at about 10 clicks past "Ohh Gash!". I needed a few simple items that I assumed would be gettable from Walsmart (suspenders, black pants, ball) and a make-up item for my dear Geisha (Jessica). I went after the suspenders first, because they were pretty crucial to my outfit.... I then wandered around men's department for so long I began hallucinating suspenders like a desert mirages. I even asked the Walsmart employee's for assistance which led to many dog chasing its tail type adventures. These eventually led to myself and the Walsmart employee who I was now fast friends with finding that although they had a giant suspenders rack, capable of holding at least 100 suspenders they were completely sold out... not one pair. This created the first crack in my sanity, which was widened when the exact same adventure took place in women's cosmetics while looking for Jessica's item. I then spent a confusing 15 minutes hunting down some ladies leggings for Derrick, which he then pro ceded to not use in his costume and is clearly meant for 'theme night' at the D-Bones household.
I just realized how much time I have spent on Walmart, so lets just make the rest of this brief. The long and short of it is I had a brain meltdown version of a wardrobe malfunction and had to coax myself out of it by getting a pair of black pants for 7 dollars that were marked as 65 dollar pants (woo JC Penny!); which I later chose to share my half digested lunch with, but that's getting ahead of the story. I eventually was able to put together my costuming (The Comedian from Watchmen, don't worry, its not just you; no one knows who it is). Eventually being the key word, we had planned to gather for dinner around 7:30, I didn't finish sewing my suspenders on (I ended up creating my own suspenders, eat yur heart out Martha) until 8:00. The night then looked as though it was going to go off without a hitch: Jessica in a very well done Geisha costume and I met up with Schwumps, riddick and Captain forgot his name and we had some bloody glorious Sushi (I want to take a moment to mention that Schwumps costume was out of this world awesome, I promise to get a picture up sometime this week!)... Shortly here after the wickedness of Halloween reared its beautiful, crystal clear head, and attacked me from the depths of my trunk.
After leaving the restaurant we met up with Mark (who made up the other part of our Watchmen Trio) and went for Trunk Vodka..... The problem with Vodka drinking, and Trunk Vodka drinking in particular is that you don't actually know how drunk you are until about 15 minutes after the binge is over. I apparently drank waaay to much in this period and all of a sudden my night was off and ruining, unfortunately it left my brain in the gutter next to the trunk.
My memories or the rest of the night are jumbled, jolly and probably wrong. But the way I understand it I yelled vehemently at anyone without a costume on; should of had my ass handed to me on several occasions; left various phone messages on various phones; ran into another group of Watchmen - shamed them utterly and moved on; ran into Angela in her Cheetwhora costume; consumed more Trunk Vodka; revel revel revel; and blackness. What came later in the night can only be described with such eloquent words as 'douchbaggery', 'disgusting' and 'violent'. Suffice to say Jessica was displeased and I awoke alone and confused.
The only bright side of this is that I now plan to enact a far better system of drinking; screw ever drinking out of a hard liquor bottle again, I'll have my flask and call it good. Its not fun for me to be that drunk, its definitely not a good time for my wife, and only the most hardy and foolish of people (read as John) probably get any enjoyment out of me at this stage of disrepair. I still had fun that night, but lessened the fun of others, was wildly hungover, and puked all over a perfectly good costume.
Now to brighter days for Bob and dark, shame filled days for Hamid - Saturday night Bob House Party!
The misses and I had a whirlwind day of "uhhhgggg I'm hung over" ... "I did what last night, I'm sorry" ... "blehhh time to go vote and hit up the AE employee sale"..."Hurray voting was super easy, Go Obama!"..."Holy crap, I didn't know there were enough shirts back there for you to buy that many, well done Madam!"..."chop chop, stab, cut (wood)"....."you do know you basically put yourself up naked on our table in brown form" - followed by - "don't be a jackass Bob"...."Is anyone showing up to this party?" ... "Is anyone cooler then Mark Schmeltz showing up to this party
After a short period of hmm, are Mark, Soomin, Jessica and I going to have ourselves a quiet night in... people arrived. I've already told everyone, but I may as well blog it as well. I was super surprised at the effort everyone put forth on costuming. Not only was everyone save one lass in a costume, but most of them were in fairly elaborate costume, varying from heroic, to comedic, to bear-fuckeric; twas fantastic. After I ran a short errand (had to pick up my viking helmet after the double fail of John/Pichu) I set the bon fire off (which was sort of unneeded on such a warm evening) and the fun began. It was a mostly low key party, there was a fair bit of Tippee cup, or flip cup, or 'Brrrdurrrmmm! *think trumpety noize* cup; whatever you want to call it. Other wise just a lot of talking, sitting, dancing, and the now Bob Party Requisite GERMAN DISCO GLOW STICK SHOW! I take 0 responsibility in this happening again, I was going to let a few parties sneak in before that debacle struck again. Sometime around German Disco Light show I began to wonder where Hamid had gotten off to... and now begins a tale of shame.....
Apparently what had happened to our good friend Blunt man is that he found himself pantless and throwing up in our bathroom. Which isn't all that horrible; the real crime was his failure to lock the door at a party where the most unsavory of people (coughJohncough) lurk. The rest of his night was probably a blur of visitors, snap photography, grumbles, shambles and shame. I felt bad for the guy, but the situation was nigh unstoppable. Luckily he got a chance to take a nap on the always comfortable 'slab o concrete' so that must have been nice for him. I haven't seen the pictures since that night, but he's in for a special treat whenever those leak out into the series of tubes and voodoo magic some buffoons call the Internet.
Sunday was a day to relax, clean and watch Thigpen. I really like the way our offense is progressing. From the O-line to the Wide outs we look soooooo much better then we did at the start. Unfortunately all the wheels have come off the Linebacker bus... Mark came out for some Magic, then Jessica, Mark and I watched the vast array of eye candy that Sunday night HBO offers. It was good. Plus Jessica cooked us up a yummy pizza (thanks sweets) But now it is Monday and I am at work, so life is now back to normal. I hope everyone else had a fun and interesting Halloween weekend as well.
Tyler Thigpen: Believe the Dream!
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