My birthday was Sunday.  A group of people from OH's place of employment & myself went to dinner at a terribly expensive steakhouse.  Final tally, $600.  Thank goodness the only actual cash that was spent was on the tip.  The rest was comped.  Sometimes it is good to know people.

Dinner conversation included stories about people from Las Vegas' past that met their demise under suspicious circumstances, gambling wins & losses (both personal & witnessed) and sexual exploits.  I don't think the people running the posh eatery were terribly fond of our rowdiness.  Oh well.

On the pilates front... I am completely insane.  My body has been in positions I have only heard about, mainly from those exploits mentioned above.  What really scares me, I actually enjoy the torture.  The hour with my trainer goes by so terribly quick.  I want to do it more.  I think I may have to actually break down & buy a gym membership if I can find the cash.  I'm digging this fitness thing & some cardio would do me good.  Luckily I have a friend that I can workout with, so I think I have a chance of making it stick.

In 19 days I will get to see & hang out with Ang.  It has been far too long since I have seen her.  We had such a blast the last time she was here that I am really looking forward to her visit.  We only got to hang out for a few hours, but we get along famously.  Seriously, we are a forced to be reckoned with.  I have taken several days off so as to be able to hang out properly.  Which reminds me, I need to purchase some tickets.  I love being a tour guide for people I like & I plan to take Ang to at least one place she has never been on her trips to Vegas.  Hopefully there will be a lot of photographic evidence as well.

Now for something completely different...  While reading Miss Nutter's blog she had a link to the following video.  I have to give credit where it's due.  Enjoy.

Pilates.  On machine thingies called reformers and cadillacs.  I sought out this torture.  I asked for it.  Fuck, I'm paying for it in more ways than one.  I must be out of my fucking squishy mind.  But I'll thank myself for it once I can walk upright again right?  RIGHT?!?

My sacrum feels something akin (I would imagine) to the aftermath of being tied to a tree and humped by a pack rabid gorillas that haven't seen a female in 12 hours.  Not muscle pain.  On the top, next to the skin, please don't breathe on me and God help you if you touch me pain.

Its not a pilates studio, its a torture chamber.  And I walk into it of my own free will twice a week.  There's no hope for me.

September 10th is never a good day for me.  At least not since 2003.  Its the day Shane passed away & I am generally a little mopey that day.  There are even occasions when I get a little misty thinking about things.  It happens.  I can't help it.

Monday was compunded by one million shit balls when I found out that someone I have had problems with since I transferred to my new position was trying to get me bounced.  I'd go into more detail, but I don't know who exacly knows this place exists so that's all I am going to say at this point in time.  I will say that I have been told by people that are far above this prize of a human that it will be handled.

So, this entire week has been one giant shitball for the most part.  The only upshot has been that I got the funding issue worked out after I had to drop my classes.  Now I gete to start classes at the beginning of October.  Woo!

You may have noticed miscellaneous links in this entry,  I have no life & in order to amuse myself I have made particular items audibles.  Yes, I'm a dork.

For those that are too lazy to read the humble words I have put forth to the page, you can also now listen to my words of wisdom.  Just click here.

Dearest Helmet Wearing Retard,

While I understand that this is a monumental weekend in your sheep-like existence, please, stay at home.  On any given weekend Las Vegas has more than it's fair share of dumbasses, this weekend that number will be at least doubled if not tripled.  In other words, there will be plenty of jackasses here, your presence will not be required.  Have no fear, your gene pool will be aptly represented.

For those that have decided to don their shiny new helmets, pay triple market value for a shitty hotel room & fight the crowds, I have a few words of advice for you.

• This is not your house.  Please do not piss on the carpet.
  
• Just because she looks like a slut & acts like a slut doesn't mean she's a slut.  She's probably a whore (in the old fashioned sense of the word).
  
• If she's so hot you get an instant hard on & she's bothering with you, she's probably a princess of the pavement.
  
• A pair of jacks is no reason to scream like your balls/tits are in a vice.
  
• If you don't know this town as well as you know your own you do not need to rent a car.
  
• For every person you talk shit about when you are drunk, there are three filming your performance on their cell phones.
  
• If you order a drink or play a table game, especially poker, toke the dealer/waitress.  You cheap fucking bastards!
  
• Girls, if you can't walk in the shoes don't wear them.
  
• On the same note, it was that short when you put it on so quit pulling on it.  You look like you are digging off in your brown eye.
  
• You have never been able to sing.  Being in a casino & full of liquor is never going to change that.
  
• No matter how much you insist, everyone knows you are full of shit when you say you know the owner of the joint.

I sincerely hope that if you have bothered to come out here for the weekend festivities that you stay the hell away from me.  If you think you see me, walk the other way.  If you confront me you will lose a limb in the most horrific of manners.  Follow the simple advice I have laid before you.  One last tidbit.  The music channel that is responsible for this monumental debacle doesn't give two shits about you, only your cash.

Love,
Zombie

In an effort to brighten my spirits I splurged the other day & purchased the special edition of Monty Python & the Holy Grail.  It is by far one of the most brilliant pieces of cinematic story telling to emerge in the past couple of centuries.  Comedic genius doesn't even begin to cover it. 

There was a time in high school, when I was working on the yearbook, when I would go spend a week every summer down in Austin at UT & stay in one of the dorms.  I believe it was the summer before my senior year which is the one I will remember the most.  That year we ended up meeting some other kids who were as into Monty Python as we were.  Every night that week Holy Grail themed items were left outside of doors & taped to doors.

I know I was in receipt of a catapult complete with cow.  They received a Perrie bottle with shrubbery.  There was also the shield of the Brave Sir Robin involved as well as various other items & notes.  At the end of the week we met up with our loot & went to lunch somewhere that escapes me.

And on that note..... Your mother was a hamster & your father smelled of elderberries!  Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!

Here ya go.  Something different.  Something that's me as of right now.  I don't care if you like it or not.

Things here are still a little tipsy.  After a shake-up like that it takes me a little while to find my way around again.  I am still having very "lost" moments.  Self reflection in the light of drama isn't always a good thing.

On the upside, someone I consider one of my very bestest friends on the face of the planet is making a trip out here next month.  I can hardly wait.  I need mindless fun & I know that we will be more than capable of having it.

I am attempting to plan a trip to NYC for the spring.  OH has other ideas & has told me that I am not going.  I thought I left the person posing as my father in Texas.  Sounds to me like someone is in for a rude awakening.  Yep.

I don't know how reliable any of these statistics are, but it makes you think.

For the next little while there will be nothing new here.  Things have happened in the last week that have thrown my week into complete turmoil.  I don't know which end is up.

I'm lost & I can't find my map.

Currently I am attempting to create a snazzy new layout for my terribly neglected little space of the internets.  It needs it badly.

Any layout wonkiness should be ignored and not held against me.  Really.  It will be usuable and functional soon enough.

Of course, all of this depends on how bad things end up pissing me off.