Schmoozing the cable guy, yay...
Time Warner showed up promptly at 1:30 or so, got a cool installer, Nick, who with a little salesmanship, hooked me up with cable TV (including HBO) as well as internet service, so I tipped him rather healthily and sent him on his way with a Cuban cigar from my stash. Set up the secondary TiVo in the living room on the primary wireless router, and ran a temporary line to the switch, since I can't seem to get the repeater/bridge to connect to the D-Link...figures. Perhaps with some sleep and a fresh start in the AM, it'll make more sense...
Got a call from Laura, talked to her for over an hour...she's back in London, and is apparently loving life. Love life (how alliterative is that?!) appears to be chugging right along as well, with a devilishly slick mystery man lavishing extremely grandiose gestures to win her affections. Naturally, there are some complications, so my opinion was solicited (why do so many people (mostly women though) ask me for relationship advice? I'm no good at it! I generally frown upon it, and vehemently discourage it! I avoid it at all costs for myself (at least for the last 5 or so years), and as a result, am the last person anyone should be asking.) and I weighed in that my take on it is that she should continue (attagirl, way to pay attention to earlier talks!) to be aloof, play coy, show just enough of what could be construed as interest, and under no circumstances should she sleep with him until she tires of the whole thing. As a result, the magnitude of his actions will continue to intensify to a fever pitch, until he wins her over and she can no longer resist, he spontaneously combusts, or they both simultaneously and for no good reason completely lose interest (it sounds odd, but these things happen!) I do have to hand it to the guy though, after hearing some of the things he's done, _I'M_ almost ready to date him! Seriously though, this guy is slick...we could all stand to learn a thing or two from him. Ladies, beware...
Chatted extensively with soon-to-be sexy-peanut-pusher Amy over IM, she's headed to the ATL via road trip this weekend to begin flight attendant training. Attempting to get her to swing by for a visit, maybe bring her down to the estate, and introduce her hot ass around to the new crowd, get the guys drooling a little...downside is that her brother might be doing the drive with her, so we would need to get him "distracted" as well...ladies, don't let me down... ;)
Note to self: need to start doing these entries either more frequently, earlier in the day, or some combination of both...tougher to write when the eyelids are heavier.
Experimentation time, we're going to play with embedded/inline image links, to see if I can incorporate photos to counteract my verbosity (mental note to check and see if that's a word):
If that tag worked, what you should see is a photo of Gwen and yours truly circa January '97. We're at the after-party for a benefit held for Sublime lead Brad Nowell's widow and kid, held at the Hollywood Palladium. Soon after this photo was taken, the group I was partying with at the time got invited to crash in the band's hospitality suite (thanks guys!), after which we all headed out to breakfast at Denny's, if memory serves...cool guys every last one of them of them, especially the underappreciated horn section guys. Photo choice comes at the request of someone I was talking to this weekend (exactly who escapes me at the moment) and telling of the story of the time we partied with No Doubt, and I proposed to Gwen in true teenybopper fan-boy, stalkerly fashion. Slick, eh? Well, I got called on it, so here are the pics to show that I was, at one point, people who knew people...
That one's pretty much the same story, L to R: pissed-looking security guy, Gwen, Lowell, Me (looking kinda stunned, no idea why) backstage at what is now called the Tweeter Center, previously the World Music Center (or something like that) in Tinley Park, IL, June '97.
Should you be so inclined, the rest of both sets of photos and a few other randoms can be found here. Click and enjoy, but for heaven's sake, don't tell me how lame the captions are, a) I know, b) I've heard it all already, and c) I wrote them 8 years ago for chrissakes!
You people, seriously...
On a similar note, I have some even older and funnier photos, but I'm a little conflicted about posting them. The pros are that they're of me and various porn chicks. The cons are that I look like an ass, and I'll get laughed at. Your thoughts? Leave a comment or two indicating your opinions, and perhaps that link will be made public. Some of you may have seen them already, and others might see this as a blatant attempt to churn up some business in the comment department and/or obtain some cheap feedback. All I have to say to that is "do you want to see the porn chicks or not?!" Something reassuring about how you promise not to mock or laugh, hold it against me, or that I'm "so hot/studly/good in the sack now so how dorky I was in the past doesn't matter" would probably go a long way towards shoring up my weak self-esteem...
It's in your hands now...
Got a call from Laura, talked to her for over an hour...she's back in London, and is apparently loving life. Love life (how alliterative is that?!) appears to be chugging right along as well, with a devilishly slick mystery man lavishing extremely grandiose gestures to win her affections. Naturally, there are some complications, so my opinion was solicited (why do so many people (mostly women though) ask me for relationship advice? I'm no good at it! I generally frown upon it, and vehemently discourage it! I avoid it at all costs for myself (at least for the last 5 or so years), and as a result, am the last person anyone should be asking.) and I weighed in that my take on it is that she should continue (attagirl, way to pay attention to earlier talks!) to be aloof, play coy, show just enough of what could be construed as interest, and under no circumstances should she sleep with him until she tires of the whole thing. As a result, the magnitude of his actions will continue to intensify to a fever pitch, until he wins her over and she can no longer resist, he spontaneously combusts, or they both simultaneously and for no good reason completely lose interest (it sounds odd, but these things happen!) I do have to hand it to the guy though, after hearing some of the things he's done, _I'M_ almost ready to date him! Seriously though, this guy is slick...we could all stand to learn a thing or two from him. Ladies, beware...
Chatted extensively with soon-to-be sexy-peanut-pusher Amy over IM, she's headed to the ATL via road trip this weekend to begin flight attendant training. Attempting to get her to swing by for a visit, maybe bring her down to the estate, and introduce her hot ass around to the new crowd, get the guys drooling a little...downside is that her brother might be doing the drive with her, so we would need to get him "distracted" as well...ladies, don't let me down... ;)
Note to self: need to start doing these entries either more frequently, earlier in the day, or some combination of both...tougher to write when the eyelids are heavier.
Experimentation time, we're going to play with embedded/inline image links, to see if I can incorporate photos to counteract my verbosity (mental note to check and see if that's a word):
If that tag worked, what you should see is a photo of Gwen and yours truly circa January '97. We're at the after-party for a benefit held for Sublime lead Brad Nowell's widow and kid, held at the Hollywood Palladium. Soon after this photo was taken, the group I was partying with at the time got invited to crash in the band's hospitality suite (thanks guys!), after which we all headed out to breakfast at Denny's, if memory serves...cool guys every last one of them of them, especially the underappreciated horn section guys. Photo choice comes at the request of someone I was talking to this weekend (exactly who escapes me at the moment) and telling of the story of the time we partied with No Doubt, and I proposed to Gwen in true teenybopper fan-boy, stalkerly fashion. Slick, eh? Well, I got called on it, so here are the pics to show that I was, at one point, people who knew people...
That one's pretty much the same story, L to R: pissed-looking security guy, Gwen, Lowell, Me (looking kinda stunned, no idea why) backstage at what is now called the Tweeter Center, previously the World Music Center (or something like that) in Tinley Park, IL, June '97.
Should you be so inclined, the rest of both sets of photos and a few other randoms can be found here. Click and enjoy, but for heaven's sake, don't tell me how lame the captions are, a) I know, b) I've heard it all already, and c) I wrote them 8 years ago for chrissakes!
You people, seriously...
On a similar note, I have some even older and funnier photos, but I'm a little conflicted about posting them. The pros are that they're of me and various porn chicks. The cons are that I look like an ass, and I'll get laughed at. Your thoughts? Leave a comment or two indicating your opinions, and perhaps that link will be made public. Some of you may have seen them already, and others might see this as a blatant attempt to churn up some business in the comment department and/or obtain some cheap feedback. All I have to say to that is "do you want to see the porn chicks or not?!" Something reassuring about how you promise not to mock or laugh, hold it against me, or that I'm "so hot/studly/good in the sack now so how dorky I was in the past doesn't matter" would probably go a long way towards shoring up my weak self-esteem...
It's in your hands now...
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