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This will now be the section where I let all you fine folks know what I listen to on my iPod repeatedly. I'm sure you are entirely too thrilled.

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3. Cypress Hill - Insane in the Brain
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Friday, May 01, 2009
When it rains...

Today is not a good day.  Hell, the last two weeks have been kinda shitty.  But today.... well, I just found out that not only is my pay going to be cut (which I knew and was fine with), but it will not be the 3% - 6% initially projected.  Now our douchebag governor wants to cut state workers' salaries (this includes public school teachers, state workers and university staff/faculty) by 11% - 16% to cover his shortfall.  I damn near puked.  Every single day I hate this state a little more.

If my pay is cut that much I will be looking for another job.  That much is guaranteed.  This gloomy day weather-wise just got more icky with all this stuff.  Maybe this will spur me on, but I doubt it.  I'm lazy and well aware of that fact. 

On a side note... Danny Gans passed away this morning in his sleep.  He wasn't my favorite show in town by a long shot, but he was talented and one of the last real showmen on the Strip.  With his passing old Vegas style entertainment is all but dead.

My big event that was suppose to happen this weekend is not happening.  Which I suppose isn't necessarily a bad thing since I didn't need to spend any extra money anyway.  I would have been nice to go out and have fun though.  Oh well, I can find amusement elsewhere.

In the past week I have also completely deconstructed three rosaries and reconstructed two of them.  The third is about a quarter of the way finished.  These are the ones that were mentioned in a previous post.  My original design was structurally unsound so they had to be re-designed.  Mission accomplished.

Two weeks ago Ang and I attended the Las Vegas Highland Games which were presented by the Las Vegas Celtic Society.  Kilts as far as the eye could see, Guinness on tap, food I didn't need, amazing weather and great pipe and drum competitions.  Really, it doesn't get much better than that.  The only low point was when the bitch tried to ninja my funnel cake.  General life rule: Never fuck with another person's funnel cake. Ever.  No jury in the world would convict someone for beating the shit out of someone for molesting their funnel cake.  Its in the law books somewhere.  I just know it is.  I have pictures and video, but I haven't bothered to take them off the camera and phone.

Now its off to keep myself busy so I don't think about things so much.



Yeah, I'm still listening to it:
The Sound Of Madness
By Shinedown


Its like ear crack:
Bagrock to the Masses
By Red Hot Chilli Pipers


One of my most favorite bands EVER:
What's in Your Mouth
By Strip Mind




Thanks BBC I needed something else to watch:
Mistresses, Vol. 1
Staring Sarah Parish



Thursday, April 09, 2009
I <3 zombies!

Quite possibly the most useful idea you will ever hear.  Thanks to Ang for pointing this out.

Zombies


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File under: Because I can

Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Bah!

I was going to post a video from the phone.  But no.  I am going to have to use the cables for that.  Bastards!

Because I am a loser I have started using that picture thing from that place over there on the left.  I should really consider getting a life at some point.

In case you actually give a crap about what is going on in my boring ass life....

  • The house hunt has begun. 
  • Rusty is feeling better.
  • Finally finished Rome - Season 1. 
  • I need to get off my lazy ass and make some stuff to sell and sell some crap I don't need/use. 
  • Big thing coming up for me in less than a month and I am not the least bit prepared.  I'll post pictures eventually I am sure.  Provided they are suitable for public consumption of course.
  • I still live in Vegas and still do nothing.  No, it isn't exciting living here.


Getting ready to start:
Rome - The Complete Second Season
Staring James Purefoy



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Monday, March 30, 2009
Owie

I would absolutely love to have something super witty or even sarcastic to share with you, however, I do not.  I don't feel good, the weenus doesn't feel good and I just scheduled myself for oral surgery on Wednesday morning.  Happy fucking Monday!


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File under: Etc., I like weiners!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Pictures

Finally got around to re-sizing and formatting some of the pictures from the trip to Yermo last summer.  25 went up in the gallery and I still have at least 30 more to do if not more.


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File under: Adventures, Because I can

Monday, March 23, 2009
Dilemma

Being able to put up a front keeps you safe but sometimes you want people to know.  Well, kinda.  The downside to anyone know is that they ask questions.  And during times like this you don't want to deal with people let alone answer a slew of fucking questions.

I need to get away from everything and have some fun.  I need to leave this hell hole for at least a week.  I need to go back home or at very least the South.


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File under: Because I can, Vegas...errr... hell

Tuesday, March 17, 2009
GTFO!

The event that preceeded the following exchange involved a rabid security guard and a room that won't lock.  Which, of course, is my fault.

Zombie: And that is my fault because I somehow magically morphed the key into an entirely different key while changing the lock so that no other key will work
Ang: you totally did
Zombie: All while playing with myself and fucking the government out of millions of dollars via a ponzi scheme involving midgets and platypi

Some days I *really* hate my job.


Friday, March 13, 2009
Of cupcakes and diets

I haven't been in  much of a mood to actually *do* anything as of late.  I have lots of ideas about things to do, I just don't care to do any of them.  Visions of the future with a monster lack of motivation.  Go figure.

My diet was derailed.  I would like to say that someone held me down and gave me the choice of my life or chocolate cupcake consumption, however, that just isn't the case.  When I got sick in December I just got lazy.  Period.  I haven't even been to the gym since then.  On the upside, I'm still doing Pilates (the Cadillac is not my friend. Never. Ever.) twice a week and as of Tuesday I had only gained a grand total of three pounds.  As of this morning I am only one pound above my lowest weight.  Hooray!  Tomorrow I shall return to the gym.  I have some super secret plans for the beginning of May and must get my ass in gear last week.

Honestly I think my lack of motivation has been directly tied to my shitty eating.  Of course, I have absolutely no one to blame other than myself.  That's just the way it is.  There are plenty of other things going on in my life that I can blame other people for though.  I am sincerely hoping that the change in diet will support me actually getting off my ass and getting something done.  You care, I know.

I have noticed that since I have started eating better I have commenced dreaming again with great detail.  This can be good or it can be bad.  Lately, it hasn't necessarily been good, but I'll take it over the nightmares.  For the past two weeks my nocturnal mind romps have been erotic in nature and not necessarily explicit.  There are two different individuals that are the main focus and never at the same time.  These episodes are fairly frequent and are starting to disturb me slightly.  Probably because one of the individuals involved kinda gives me the creeps. (And no Ang, it isn't everyone's favorite serial killing lab rat.)

If only there were a way to channel that energy into something else.  Something more useful.  Something creative. 



Currently watching:
Dexter: The First Season
Staring Michael C. Hall



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File under: Etc., Shrinking

Monday, February 23, 2009
Really, you don't

I find it amusing that when I look for one thing I inevitably find something completely unrelated and infinitely more amusing.  Nevermind what I was actually looking for, this is what I found.  I think you can insert just about city in there however.

For the girls: So You've Decided You Want To Date A Houston Musician


Date: 2007-04-06, 2:41PM CDT

Okay, ladies. He's cute, hot, and his music touches your soul. He smiles at you from the stage, maybe even dedicates a song to you, talks to you and only you during his breaks. You exchange email addresses, myspace friends accounts, you call each other's cell phones so you'll have each other's numbers. A few drinks later, you're making out and maybe even waking up the next day to see your handsome musician snuggling between your sheets. Here's a quick guide to navigate you through the next steps in your relationship with your Houston musician:

1. Do not attempt to rouse him before noon, two pm if you're really cool, five pm if you're meant to be with him. He does not know this "morning" of which you speak. His job is from around 9 pm to at least 3 am, and if a group wants to go to Spanish Flowers, he may roll in from his gig around 5 am. He hasn't seen a sunrise in years, except for the times when he rolls home as it's getting light outside. Don't expect him to know what you do in the daytime. Your job is a foreign concept to him. Don't expect him to understand your deadlines, the fact that your lunch hour is only one hour long, or your hassles with your boss or co-workers. His eyes will glaze over when you attempt to share your Real Job details with him, so don't.

2. Those other three skanky hos at your table are called Band Girlfriends or Band Wives. They will alternately gossip, drink, shout and applaud, drink, dance, drink, smoke, and yammer at you during songs. You may not leave them for another table. You may not argue or fight with them. You must pretend to like them, even if you can't stand them. The last thing your man wants to hear about is how his drummer's wife is a bitch. The last thing he wants to see from the stage is you not being "supportive." Stay at your table and endure; you'll need them later (see #3 below).

3. Should you be unable to attend every gig (being that you have to be at your Real Job at 9 am) you should attend as many weekend gigs as possible and remain at the Band Wife table while you are there. Getting to know these other skanks will insure that if your man plays a gig without you, he won't mess around in front of what he thinks are your "friends." If your musician does step out of line with another cutie, those drunken skanks will make her extremely uncomfortable and put the fear into your man that you will be told. Band Wives are your best protection against cheating, aside from your solid presence.

4. If your musician travels out of town and you can't be with him, there will be days when he doesn't call you. This may be for a number of reasons, the main one being that he is in travel-mode and assumes that you are okay. If he calls you every day and then skips a night, but calls you the next night, he is probably still on the up-and-up. If he calls you daily but then stops halfway through the tour, he may have cheated. If he calls you daily for cash because his crappy van lost its transmission somewhere near Lima, Ohio, you can be sure that he still loves you and can't wait to get home.

5. If your musician cheats on you, don't stay with him. He will not change, he'll just look for someone who makes him feel like a rockstar without all the jealousy and drama of a real relationship.

6. Conversely, if you let him go and never question what he's doing at any time, he will believe that you are cool with him doing whatever he wants. Make your rules for dating, including cheating, clear to him, and if he wants to share your life, he can come to you on your terms. Don't be afraid to use the Glare Of Death towards some other chick, but don't DeathGlare him onstage, even if he's got a skank sitting on his face while he plays the guitar with his toenails. Tell him it was the best toenail-face-solo you've ever seen, and then bully the skank in the bathroom and make her leave the bar in tears. It's the only way.

7. Understand that his clothing will always smell like burning rope. Even if he's not smoking the stuff, his friends are. If you don't want it in your house, don't let him move in.

8. About letting him move in: Don't. Surely you've heard the old joke, "What do you call a drummer who's between girlfriends...homeless!" It's not a joke. When you allow a musician to move in, you are telling him that it's okay if he doesn't work or contribute, clean, or flush the toilet behind himself, because you love him and will put up with all of that just to be his Band Girlfriend. Oh, and don't clean, move, or otherwise touch his musical equipment in any way, ever, even if you have to wedge past it just to get in your own front door.

9. Say you've thrown him out. Don't pawn, sell, throw away, or otherwise deprive him of his equipment that he's left in your house. Give him 10 days to remove it, and then rent a storage unit in his name and give him the information and the key so that he can reclaim it once he's found another girlfriend to mooch off of.

10. This next one is critical: DON'T EVER CRITICIZE HIS BAND or other band members. Sure, the guitarist is tone-deaf and only knows one number on the volume dial (11). Yeah, his drummer couldn't count to four if his life depended upon it. So his singer weighs about ten pounds more than she can comfortably fit in her clothing, or never knows what to say between songs, or just can't manage that high note. So their songs grind at you like a dentist's drill. It is NOT your place to acknowledge any of these flaws. Even if he's ranting pissed-off because of any of these things, listen in sympathetic silence and keep your own opinions to yourself. It's like my mama, I can diss her but nobody else can. As soon as he perceives that you're attacking his band, YOU are the enemy. So don't.

There are a lot more, but this should get you started. I've got to go get a nap, since it's Friday and it's going to be a long night. See you at the gig! I'll be drinking, dancing, and yammering at Table #1.

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Currently listening to and that release date is 10 kinds of wrong:
Too Dark Park
By Skinny Puppy



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Curious

You people that are on my notification list.....

Who the hell are you?!  If you would be so kind as to pop me a note it would be greatly appreciated.  I mean, its not like you aren't going to see this entry.  You are, after all, being notified about it.


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