March madness...
Now playing: Mike Ness/Social Distortion - Don't Think Twice, transitioning into Social D - Ball and Chain.
Awoke to an early-morning (early for me...11am) phone call today, and it literally took the combination of the first appearance of the sun in a week and the urgently sultry whisperings of a lusted after/dearly loved one to get me motivated to go outside and visit with civilization. So I fought the urge to go back to bed for a little while, until the wakefulness of the day took hold. Needless to say, it took a smidge longer than I thought, and I didn't actually get out and about until well after 13:00. Fortunately, however, rather than being subject to my rather haphazard and disjointed plans of swinging by Best Buy, CompUSA, and the Apple Store, then maybe getting some pizza for breakfast/lunch, and maybe finally washing the car, I get an e-mail from a buddy with very nearly the exact same destinations and plan. Serendipity, baby!
To make a long story only very slightly less long, weirdness of weirdnesses, I spent the better part of the day doing geek shopping ("playing computer", as someone called it), drinking, and ogling women with my girlfriend's husband. How strange is that? Someday, maybe today, someone I know will read this and be completely shocked, perhaps with adverse consequences. However, I'm pretty sure that I've limited distribution of this URL to those who mightn't flip out at any random thing. Therefore, I make the assumption that those who choose to read this tripe have some inkling of the sordid state of my affairs (no pun), and the slutty events which pepper and, of late, define, my life, so eh. Unless its you, Bah...in that case, I'm only kidding, please don't disown and/or write me out of the will, I'm still the more pious son by a landslide. Then to make matters worse, or at least the story more interesting, prior to meeting up with him at CompUSA, through a combination of coincidental timing, my crappy-ass phone, some subliminal/unconscious evil undertones, and just a dash of chemical X, the three of us ended up on a bizarre (yet kinda hot in a twisted way) conference call. We are SO going on Springer next week. Somewhere in (an)other parallel universe(s), the alternate Gene is totally busted after the day's events, and all the other us(es? what's the plural form of "us"?) are going to need some combination of: therapy, police intervention, distracting alternative vice (like say gambling), alcohol/hard liquor, LOTS more bullets/shells/ammunition, possibly a bunch of reassuring hugs, and/or a ton of lube. Here's to hoping all goes well, this one's definitely the best scenario. Sorry alternate Genes, sucks to be you.
So headed to CompUSA, shopped a little there, got "help" from some retail automatons who were labelled "knowledgeable" and "expert" but were of absolutely no help whatsoever, leaving us to find our own solutions to problems Apple didn't know we had, or something like that. Joy. Next up, SouthPark Mall, Late (16:00) lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, where one of us was strongarmed by the cute waitress Megan, into a lunch of fish tacos (I am NOT making this up, nor unfortunately, is that a euphemism for anything else). I had a burger. Much fat was chewed, and I've made the determination (or had prior determinations reinforced) that I need to introduce D to these guys, as her hot brainiac side will mesh perfectly with this bunch, and Laura/Melik to these guys as well, as their idealistic ideological socioeconomic views seem to be perfectly in-sync. Laura, when you read this in fifteen weeks or however long it is until you'll be home, I need a copy of that book we talked about to pass around here.
At the risk of repeating msyelf from a couple days ago, there are some GORGEOUS women at this mall, yum. More research! After getting our fill of Cheesecake Factory eye candy, some perhaps not quite ready for primetime, if you catch my gist, we wander over to the Apple store, by way of Belk, where it's noted that this, at least from outward appearances, might seem to totally be a bad gay date gone horribly wrong. I attest that I'm definitely not going to be mistaken for gay, having come out (poorer wording I could not imagine)in total slovenly bum mode, and that if he didn't want to be mistaken, he shouldn't dress so stylishly. Again, through no fault of mine. Couple of attractive blondes at the Apple Store, although one was looking somewhat forlorn at the Genius Bar (apparently, one of the lesser Geniuses had, or was in the process of botching (or had botched) her repair and/or computer.) The other one looked far more promising, sporting an enormous rock, a cute English or possibly Aussie accent, and suitable shopping bags from Louis Vuitton and Burberry. It was everything I could do to not call her "mommy" and follow her home.
Aftre all that exhausting people (girl) watching, refreshments were needed, and we headed over to Selwyn Pub on (duh) Selwyn Blvd. There, we sat next to a table of nubile, corn-fed midwestern girls, no doubt chock-full of the "Iowa Goodness(tm)" that I hear so much about. And they were from Iowa State, the alma mater of a couple dear dear friends of mine. In trying to remember ANY shred of information about my one trip to beautiful Ames, Iowa, all I could come up with was that the Cardinal mascot's name was Cy. The Cyclone. Of the Cyclones. Don't ask me what anything has to do with anything else, I have no idea how collegiate sports work. The only other thing I could remember was that one of the residence halls was called Buchanan Hall, and that the large contingent of Asian students there had, for some unknown reason, an absolute inability to pronounce "bue-CAN-an", but instead called it "BOOOK-a-non", and this apparently entertained mindless/drunk midwestern farm boys (and girls) to no end. Determining that those two snippets of info wouldn't be enough to grant us entry into the sanctuary of the hot brunette's and the semi-hot far blonde with glasses' company. Pity. Instead, we were left to debate exactly how much they obviously wanted us. Commence with badgering Ham and Jen to come out and join us, (we haven't seen them in far too long!) have a few drinks, and decide to take our pub crawl/creep/drive to Champs on Park Road. Holy crap, was it crowded! Tons of loud Syracuse fans, enough Dale Earnhardt memorabilia to stock the eventual Mars NASCAR hall of fame museum, and the worst service in recent memory couldn't dampen our enjoyment of the evening. Some time thereafter, we're joined by the GF/wife, and continue to have an even grander (and less latently homosexual) time.
Picked up my iPod today, and while I don't have my powerbook yet, so I can't tweak or really play with it at all, I have the benefit of there being 36GB of music on it already, not all of it bad! There are so far a number of albums in particular that are totally taking me back! I'm gonna love having this thing, thanks again to the very gracious seller for cutting me such a sweet-ass deal. Can't wait to get the PowerBook and really be able to tweak this thing. Life is going to be very grand very soon.
Here are a couple links for the day, than it's off to bed with me:
My baby Gwen in the Russian GQ, isn't she dreamy?: clicky
Marginally clever Heineken ad: clicky
Aesthetically pleasing (aren't they all?) Vic's ad: clicky
For chrissakes, enjoy yourselves! It's going to be nice here, here's to hoping it's that way wherever y'all are too. Never did get to wash the car...hrm...perhaps tomorrow...
Awoke to an early-morning (early for me...11am) phone call today, and it literally took the combination of the first appearance of the sun in a week and the urgently sultry whisperings of a lusted after/dearly loved one to get me motivated to go outside and visit with civilization. So I fought the urge to go back to bed for a little while, until the wakefulness of the day took hold. Needless to say, it took a smidge longer than I thought, and I didn't actually get out and about until well after 13:00. Fortunately, however, rather than being subject to my rather haphazard and disjointed plans of swinging by Best Buy, CompUSA, and the Apple Store, then maybe getting some pizza for breakfast/lunch, and maybe finally washing the car, I get an e-mail from a buddy with very nearly the exact same destinations and plan. Serendipity, baby!
To make a long story only very slightly less long, weirdness of weirdnesses, I spent the better part of the day doing geek shopping ("playing computer", as someone called it), drinking, and ogling women with my girlfriend's husband. How strange is that? Someday, maybe today, someone I know will read this and be completely shocked, perhaps with adverse consequences. However, I'm pretty sure that I've limited distribution of this URL to those who mightn't flip out at any random thing. Therefore, I make the assumption that those who choose to read this tripe have some inkling of the sordid state of my affairs (no pun), and the slutty events which pepper and, of late, define, my life, so eh. Unless its you, Bah...in that case, I'm only kidding, please don't disown and/or write me out of the will, I'm still the more pious son by a landslide. Then to make matters worse, or at least the story more interesting, prior to meeting up with him at CompUSA, through a combination of coincidental timing, my crappy-ass phone, some subliminal/unconscious evil undertones, and just a dash of chemical X, the three of us ended up on a bizarre (yet kinda hot in a twisted way) conference call. We are SO going on Springer next week. Somewhere in (an)other parallel universe(s), the alternate Gene is totally busted after the day's events, and all the other us(es? what's the plural form of "us"?) are going to need some combination of: therapy, police intervention, distracting alternative vice (like say gambling), alcohol/hard liquor, LOTS more bullets/shells/ammunition, possibly a bunch of reassuring hugs, and/or a ton of lube. Here's to hoping all goes well, this one's definitely the best scenario. Sorry alternate Genes, sucks to be you.
So headed to CompUSA, shopped a little there, got "help" from some retail automatons who were labelled "knowledgeable" and "expert" but were of absolutely no help whatsoever, leaving us to find our own solutions to problems Apple didn't know we had, or something like that. Joy. Next up, SouthPark Mall, Late (16:00) lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, where one of us was strongarmed by the cute waitress Megan, into a lunch of fish tacos (I am NOT making this up, nor unfortunately, is that a euphemism for anything else). I had a burger. Much fat was chewed, and I've made the determination (or had prior determinations reinforced) that I need to introduce D to these guys, as her hot brainiac side will mesh perfectly with this bunch, and Laura/Melik to these guys as well, as their idealistic ideological socioeconomic views seem to be perfectly in-sync. Laura, when you read this in fifteen weeks or however long it is until you'll be home, I need a copy of that book we talked about to pass around here.
At the risk of repeating msyelf from a couple days ago, there are some GORGEOUS women at this mall, yum. More research! After getting our fill of Cheesecake Factory eye candy, some perhaps not quite ready for primetime, if you catch my gist, we wander over to the Apple store, by way of Belk, where it's noted that this, at least from outward appearances, might seem to totally be a bad gay date gone horribly wrong. I attest that I'm definitely not going to be mistaken for gay, having come out (poorer wording I could not imagine)in total slovenly bum mode, and that if he didn't want to be mistaken, he shouldn't dress so stylishly. Again, through no fault of mine. Couple of attractive blondes at the Apple Store, although one was looking somewhat forlorn at the Genius Bar (apparently, one of the lesser Geniuses had, or was in the process of botching (or had botched) her repair and/or computer.) The other one looked far more promising, sporting an enormous rock, a cute English or possibly Aussie accent, and suitable shopping bags from Louis Vuitton and Burberry. It was everything I could do to not call her "mommy" and follow her home.
Aftre all that exhausting people (girl) watching, refreshments were needed, and we headed over to Selwyn Pub on (duh) Selwyn Blvd. There, we sat next to a table of nubile, corn-fed midwestern girls, no doubt chock-full of the "Iowa Goodness(tm)" that I hear so much about. And they were from Iowa State, the alma mater of a couple dear dear friends of mine. In trying to remember ANY shred of information about my one trip to beautiful Ames, Iowa, all I could come up with was that the Cardinal mascot's name was Cy. The Cyclone. Of the Cyclones. Don't ask me what anything has to do with anything else, I have no idea how collegiate sports work. The only other thing I could remember was that one of the residence halls was called Buchanan Hall, and that the large contingent of Asian students there had, for some unknown reason, an absolute inability to pronounce "bue-CAN-an", but instead called it "BOOOK-a-non", and this apparently entertained mindless/drunk midwestern farm boys (and girls) to no end. Determining that those two snippets of info wouldn't be enough to grant us entry into the sanctuary of the hot brunette's and the semi-hot far blonde with glasses' company. Pity. Instead, we were left to debate exactly how much they obviously wanted us. Commence with badgering Ham and Jen to come out and join us, (we haven't seen them in far too long!) have a few drinks, and decide to take our pub crawl/creep/drive to Champs on Park Road. Holy crap, was it crowded! Tons of loud Syracuse fans, enough Dale Earnhardt memorabilia to stock the eventual Mars NASCAR hall of fame museum, and the worst service in recent memory couldn't dampen our enjoyment of the evening. Some time thereafter, we're joined by the GF/wife, and continue to have an even grander (and less latently homosexual) time.
Picked up my iPod today, and while I don't have my powerbook yet, so I can't tweak or really play with it at all, I have the benefit of there being 36GB of music on it already, not all of it bad! There are so far a number of albums in particular that are totally taking me back! I'm gonna love having this thing, thanks again to the very gracious seller for cutting me such a sweet-ass deal. Can't wait to get the PowerBook and really be able to tweak this thing. Life is going to be very grand very soon.
Here are a couple links for the day, than it's off to bed with me:
My baby Gwen in the Russian GQ, isn't she dreamy?: clicky
Marginally clever Heineken ad: clicky
Aesthetically pleasing (aren't they all?) Vic's ad: clicky
For chrissakes, enjoy yourselves! It's going to be nice here, here's to hoping it's that way wherever y'all are too. Never did get to wash the car...hrm...perhaps tomorrow...
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