One More Day

I'm slowly getting closer back to normal...
I still have coughing attacks and it still hurts like hell when I cough, but it's not as bad as it was yesterday. Didn't really do much as far as productivity goes. Slept around 3:00am or something... woke up at 5, drank some water... then went back to sleep. Got back up at 9...went back to sleep... finally just stayed up by 11, watched TV and vegged for a while.

Cleaned around a bit earlier. Vacuumed, that sorta thing.
Downloaded the rest of the pictures that I had, resized and renamed...

And now? It's 1:25 and I'm slowly getting sleepy.
Well, no... I was yawning a lil around midnight...but it's kicking in now.

I think I've lost a good number of pounds this week thanks to being sick.
I kinda sorta like this diet plan. Now if I can be sick just a lil bit longer...

Yesterday, Skip called..well...returned my call... and one of the things we talked about was me being sick. Starve a cold, feed a fever. That's what I thought. That's what House of pain Everlast Eric Schridy said. But Skip disagreed....and apparently, it's Feed a cold, starve a fever. Well, crap. I'd been starving a cold. Heh. Whatever.

The one thing I can say about cleaning around my stuff, it's like a mini treasure find.
I'd get some picture, letter, or item from a friend from years ago to just last week or whatever...
and then my mind just goes there. ah well.

Tonight, I looked at Ann and KC's pics and they got some really, really good ones.
I really enjoyed that trip for a lot of great reasons. mainly the company.
I guess I had too much fun cuz I got sick, but I'm not complaining. Worth coughing up the lungs and all.

I'm quitting my lil 'mint' addiction. Yeah. Those who know are prolly thinking, whatever the fuck. I'll be back. Cuz of health? Eh. partly. I want to see if I actually will get hooked up in this lifetime. Speaking of which, that's the reason. I figure the mint addictin's not winning points with some folks. Not that it means anyting anyways, but it's a reason to believe. Besides, it's money saved.

I keep forgetting I'm 28 right now, turning 29 by the end of the year. Just 3 months ago, I turned 28... and now 29 isn't too far away it seems. I remember a time when I was scared to reach 25, and for some morbid thought... thought I'd be dead at 30 cuz it just seemed...blah. Now... dirty old man by 40 isn't too bad an expectation.

I looked at one of these pictures tonight... one of the ones Ann took...which looks similar to one of the ones I had taken. There're some you can keep flipping through, and then there's a very few you just have to go back to and just stare like a dumbass at. I've got one right now. And I prolly look like a dumbass just lookin.

I'll probably end up trying to sketch it one of these nights. I doubt I can do it any justice, but it's a haunting picture...not so much as scary or anything...i just don't know why i'm captivated.
Anyway...i'm babbling. But yeah... i guess it's time to hit the bed.

I took a nap earlier. had a nice lil daydream. very vivid images. and it was a nice happy lil thought. if life imitated dreams... hmm. ok. stay warm. i'm goin' to sleep now.

NO-05 - New Orleans at Night

New Orleans at Night... while we were there...it was a full moon night...
Thought it was neat timing.

NO-05 - LaFitte's Blacksmith Shop

I grew up reading about Jean LaFitte since I was about 6 years old.
His house in Galveston was near where I had lived for a long time.
I remember when we would drive by it...seeing the old remains of the house, and imagining a time when pirates of old sailed.

Yes, I was fascinated with pirates and being one that early on. I'd watched Yul Brynner portray Jean LaFitte in The Buccaneer. And when we got into town, I'd hoped to catch a glimpse of Jean's history in New Orleans.
Our friend Mike was way cool and took us on over there...

Here's a negative version of the pic... for a change.

NO-05 - Marie Laveau

NO-05 - Pirate's Alley

Pirates Alley...Legend has it many a pirate settled their arguments here.

I somehow doubt they said, "Let take it outsi' ".

NO-05 - Safe Streets

When the street gets it on... it uses protection.
Pavement. Pebbled for extra grip.

NO-05 - Amber

Amber.
Ah... she won me over. Easily.

She said it best.
Our wings are great, but our breasts are better.
And she had beautiful eyes too.

NO-05 - H2O2

I saw this and thought of Pink Tiger.

At least it wasn't 80% H2O2

NO-05 - The Big Secret

Secret...
Strong enough for a man... pH balanced for a woman.

Secret...
A namebrand...
But apparently... it's so much of a secret....they kept them behind a glass case. Locked.

NO-05 - Public Service Announcement

Southern Comfort would like to remind you...
...and we'd like to add, no Adam's Apples either.

NO-05 - Paradin' Around

The first parade of the weekend...
She was pretty cool...couldn't miss her.
Ah... one of those, extend arm, take pic of both of us, then hope it comes out....

...and I got me a kiss on the cheek after it too.

NO-05 - Toastin'

A toast... whatever from the Barrrrrrrrr

NO-05 - Married With Children

Ran into Harold Sylvester, aka Griff, from Married...With Children.
Al Bundy's coworker in the shoe-store.

NO-05 - Bacardi Gras

I called them. She brought them.
The bacardi shots, I mean.

Dennis, the sneaky devil... snuck in the pic. Heh heh.

NO-05 - Tattoo

It was a good idea at the time. Colin thought the same thing too, so he got it done that way as well.

NO-05 - The Cap'n Morgan

Exactly.

History of Math

I read this and laughed my ass off...

Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register, I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.

Why do I tell you this? Please read more about the "history of teaching math":


Teaching Math In 1950
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A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price.
What is his profit?


Teaching Math In 1960
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A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?


Teaching Math In 1980
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A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.


Teaching Math In 1990
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By cutting down beautiful forest trees, the logger makes $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question:
How did the forest birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down the trees.
(There are no wrong answers)


Teaching Math In 2005
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El hachero vende un camion carga por $100.
La cuesta de production es.............

minor update

1/22 - Left for New Orleans, partied (details to follow when i'm up to it)

1/23 - Walked around with closest friends (details to follow)

1/24 - Walked around with closest friends
(details to follow-started feeling under the weather)

1/25 - Left for Houston (details to follow-sick as fuck and couldn't sleep)

1/26 - sick, on meds, slept, sweated, ate, drank juice, etc.

i must've pissed someone off cuz i feel like shit, and someone must've done some voodoo on me.

who knows. but i'll talk more later. i'm going back to sleep.

The Down and Durrty

Ok, the work week has been a long one.

Went to the dentist... no cavities.
Lots of meetings and paperwork to do.
Did a few more E.P.O. strips.

Accepted my job offer and went to the open house.
That's pretty much the work week. It's basically fuckin done...time to the good stuff.

It'll be pretty quiet in the land-o-blog as I join Kerry and KC and the motley crue down in N'awlins this weekend.

I'll be sure to take lots of pictures.
But you have to consider this... I will be with the Sullivan sisters.
One has popped a lot of my proverbial cherries... the other...well... giddy-up.
I'll be happy just to remember which button to push to get a picture taken.

Anyways, y'all all be good.

And wish me some luck in gettin' some boobie pictures.
Mardi Gras time.

E.P.O. - Magic Pepito

E.P.O. - Yeah Yeah Yeah

Diary of a Chocolate

I was over at Walgreen's one day after church...
This was like... the first week of January...

I was bored, read some of the valenfrickintine's day cards...avoided the sappy shit, and read the funny ones.

The funniest one...
the front had one of those heart-shaped chocolate candy boxes...
several brown candy papers crumpled up in the box...
a sole chocolate piece (apricot filling) with a thought balloon:

"Day 6... last night, they came for Larry... I am the only one left.
I can only wonder that they will come back for me too..."

I laughed my ass off.
It was funny.
So yeah. heh.
Chocolate humor.

E.P.O. - Quality

E.P.O. - Take THIS Outside

Love and Marriage in January

Maybe it's because biological clocks are ticking.
Maybe it's cuz Valen-fuckin'tines Day is coming up and every fuckin' store had their Valenshit items up the day after the Day after Christmas sale... hell if I frickin' know.

Or maybe it's just.... in the frickin' air... maybe mistletoe causes allergies or some shit...

but I swear, weddin' talk is around.

10 years ago, I was smitten. Those who know me even a tiny bit know that this isn't as difficult as it seems...
Big Ern said recently, "Your woman was at the bar."
My response without thinking?
"Which one?"

Yeah, pathetic. Not a ladies man or what-not, but i know i like women.
Anyways...10 yrs ago... i was smitten.
Knew a lot of shit about rings, and what not.
Had this pre-conceived notion of what a neat wedding would be like.
Definition of smitten.

Anyways, many years bitter...i mean, later... heh, i'm softening up again.
I still refuse to celebrate Valenfuckintine's day, but i DO love the candy. Ok, so chocolate is a reason to celebrate, but for now, that will have to do.

Anyway... again... i still won't celebrate it fully, but i am really happy for the soon-to-be newlyweds...and actually wish them all the best.

Who knows... maybe Big Ern is right when he says i'll get a russian mail-ordered bride.
Eh. Fuck it. Til then, gimme Day after Velenfuckintimes Day priced chocolate.

Wicked Games

From an article I read... Women play wicked games... My dear friend agreed, but she also said she feels for guys when women put us through this.. these wicked games:

The Games Girls Play
By Laura Snyder

The Baiting Game
The classic example is "Does this make me look fat?", but this game can also be disguised as "Is she prettier than I am?" or "Am I the best you've ever had?". She wants your reassurance (you knew that, right?)... but she frames the question until it's impossible for you to answer it in a way that will satisfy her. Our advice? Somewhere in your answer you'd better use the phrase "sexiest woman alive."

The "We Need to Talk" Test
It's no coincidence that she springs those four little words on you in the most inconvenient time - during the final play of the big game, right before sex, or whenever else you're otherwise distracted. The topic of the conversation isn't part of the quiz - it's whether or not you show her she's a priority. Meaning you'd better put down the remote and listen up.

The "Sex As a Bargaining Tool" Exam
Your suspicions are correct: she does use sex as a weapon. She withholds it when she's mad, gives it when she's trying to placate you, and promises it in return for other goods and services. Roll with it - hey, taking out the trash isn't so bad if you know you're going to get lucky - but don't let her always use this arrangement. You shouldn't have to pay dues to get her desire.

The Cold Shoulder
Uh-oh, she's mad and you're getting the silent treatment and don't know why (again!). Don't bother asking what you did wrong - the fact that you don't know is just going to earn you more punishment. Try to figure it out while she cools off, and then work together to resolve it.

The Jezebel Mind Tricks
She's got a whole arsenal of mind games she can play with you, including reverse psychology (when she says the opposite of what she wants in order to get you to do exactly what she wants to do) and those times when she seems to expect you to be able to read her mind. Pay close attention to her actions -- even if she says she's happy to wash those dishes herself, she expects you to help if you hear her banging the pots and pans - and, if all else fails, just ask her what you can do to make her happy.

1/13/05 - Day after Hump day

Today was pretty cool.
work was actually nice and fun, meaning I got shit done today.
Sad, but i usually prefer days like these to days when ya have no fuckin' clue what to do to pass the time. I'm crossin' my fingers that the plans from today actually get carried out.
I've got good vibes, but we'll see.

I must have been jonesin' for some McDonald's McRib lately cuz I finally got myself on to Mickey D's for lunch and get some. Pretty good, but with the interruptions, I didn't get to the french fries til maybe 1 hour or so later. blah. Skip kept calling me a commie for eatin' cold fries years ago. Some things still don't change.

I got my call tonight. Oddly enough, it was like... a little after 7pm.
So tomorrow, I have to go pick up my offer letter and see.
Good news is, it's with the primary contractor. The benefits seemed a bit better on that side. Granted, it sucks in some respects, but it just might balance out anyways. I can't complain. I'd set my mind to signing up with them anyways, instead of leaving the area.

KC said confident as in, I knew I'd get hired.
Nah...it's more of stubborn... I didn't want to scoot.

The rest of the day has been blah... didn't watch any movies tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
That'll be a fun day, that's for sure. The Peanut Goddess did make me think, and the Esteban de Memphis did too. Well, gave me more wishful thinking to do.

oh yeah.... almost forgot. Ate a fortune cookie last night...read the fortune, which was pretty cool. "Everything will now come your way"

No complaints there.

E.P.O. - The Call...another day

Ya know...with the amount of times in the last few days...
I can only imagine how much longer til this situation actually happens.

My Ma said, that's mean.
Then again, I'm goin' to hell for that one today, so heh....

E.P.O. - Ballers

The Latin Lover wanted to get a team started. Call it a mission from...well, who knows.
But one by one, the responses came in.

"Sure, I'll play"
"I might be interested"
"Sounds cool"

and like clockwork...
"'eeeeeey! I'm the [red] star player! But you might not be able to afford me!"

anytime i end up making a response to that, i get invited to take it outside.
That in itself is funny. One day, I'll say yes when it's either fucking cold outside, or frickin' raining... and watch outside the window.

E.P.O. - The Call

We've all been waiting to hear word.
Well, most of us anyways.
Some more than others.
"Dude, ya get your call yet? Ah. cool. Same here. Ah well. Laters."

So yeah, like... one time, at band camp, one of us just kept asking the same person
the same question every five minutes.

It's funny...the first few times... but after that? Who cares. But I found 5 dollars.

E.P.O. - T.O.X.I.C.

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Sometimes, you just gotta buck up and admit what ya did... no matter how ridic-urous.

Well... the truth may not have set someone free, but it gave birth to the E.P.O. movement.

As with any EPO moment, you have the cause... and you have the recipient.

After awhile, you end up just laughing it off whenever you remember the damn thing happening.

And then you remember how pissed off you were. Just remember. E.P.O.

Sometimes, EPO don't have to rub you the blah way.

Sometimes, EPO just happens... and usually comes with a good story that starts off with:

Man, one time we were so drunk...

Sometimes, EPO is clockwork...

You have no idea what else they do...just E.P.O.

But it's all good that way.

E.P.O.

E.P.O...
How can I explain it?
I'll take y'all frame by frame it
To have you all readin' while i'm bloggin' it.
E is for Entertainment
and P is for the Purpose
the last O, well, that is something serious.

It's sorta like, well, trying to take a break from shit
There's not much to be explainin' here.
It happens lots in life especially here at work
but take it as a game & it seems I gotta start elaboratin'

check it.

Someone pulls some stupid shit for no apparent reason
You count from one to ten and then try some slowed-down breathin
They're forcin' to convert you into some kind of heathen
But you end up blowin' it off and treat it like they're for comic reliefin'.


Long story short. E.P.O. Entertainment purposes only.
Everyone is either the cause or the recipient every now and then...
some more than others, one way or another.

When someone does some stupid shit, says some stupid shit... brush it off.
They're here on this earth for Entertainment Purposes Only.

Match.com

match.com.
The internet's club, produce section of the supermarket, the new meeting place frontier.
It works for some, not for others. For me, eh, it's no different from 'real life'.
but that didn't stop me from doing a profile.

As of this post, apparently my profile's been viewed 14 times. No winks yet for the revamped profile. A wink is basically when ya say, Hey, how YOU doin'?" I send them, but have received only a few back. I'd redone the one i had from years ago and put in a bit better info, I guess.

Eh. I dunno if it ever works. However, I do know some folks who had met on the internet and have gotten married. Some are already celebrating between 1-8 yrs anniversaries with kids.
Eh. For me, and whenever Kerry was on, we'd critique them...this online beauty pageant of sorts. hm. weird.