Just FYI, I’m tired of getting spamments (Spam Comments), so I’ve changed some options around for the whole commenting process. This might make it more difficult to post comments, but that shouldn’t post a problem for most of you. And by most of you, I mean the other 5 people that read this blog that don’t comment.
Things will sort themselves out soon.
Hmmm, I may have messed up. Then again, I probably didn’t.
I just deleted about 1000 comments that were in moderation because I haven’t been a good and conscientious blogger lately, and have been AWOL from the site. So instead of going through each and every comment like I usually do to find out which ones are actually spam (usually 99.9%), and which ones are real (1 every once in a while), I just deleted them all.
So if you can’t find a comment that you left on the site in the past month, you may need to resubmit it. Sorry. My bad. I’ll do better in the future. Although I may need to implement some sort of captcha monitoring widget so that I don’t have to deal with all this crap anymore. You’ll know it when it happens, because you’ll have to deal with it before you can post. And by you, I mean Frankie, Tall, Hums, and Swamp-Thing, the only people who actually read this blog anymore (if they even do).
And it isn’t like I don’t have stuff to post. I do. I’ve just been busy trying to catch up on sleep instead of posting new material. Again, my bad.
Ok. I know that I’ve left some things hanging in the moving story, and that is partly because things are still hanging for me as well. No I haven’t gotten my deposit back. Yes, there is only one more day that the landlord has before he legally owes me the deposit. No, I don’t think that he’ll get it to me in time. I’m not sure what our response will be either, but I’ll let you know.
Anyway I did want to add that I love playing basketball as a little intermission. That’s it, that’s all I’ve got.
As you may or may not know (and as you may or may not care), the ultimate frisbee season is in full swing. Which means that I’ve been playing frisbee pretty solid for the past 5 months: practice, track, scrimmages, tournaments, etc. And I’m starting to get a little tired of it.
But today I went down to the gym I used to belong to and played some pickup basketball there. And had a ball. I had forgotten how much I like playing multiple sports at once, just for the simple fact that I don’t get tired of playing them. There is so much variety when you play frisbee and basketball, or frisbee and soccer, or all three. Simply put, it keeps me from getting bored with one sport.
Plus basketball is the first sport that I ever played, and I think it’s still the one that I like the most. I’m probably a better soccer player than I am a basketball player, and I’m definitely a better frisbee player than I am either of the other two, but basketball will always be my first.
I’ll try to post more (are you tired of hearing that yet? I’m tired of saying it. And yes, I’m still looking for that job that allows me to make $80,000/year working 5-6 hours a day from home. If you hear of anything, let me know), but I know that I’m going to be pretty busy in the next few months. Meh.
My Master Plan has failed me so far. I was really hoping that if I waited long enough without posting new content, people would stop coming to my blog. Then, after this had gone on for a while, I could slowly shut it down so that I didn’t have to post anymore. It’s not that I don’t like posting, it’s that I don’t like feeling like I have to post.
Unfortunately this hasn’t worked out exactly as envisioned. First of all, since I’ve stopped posting, I’ve gotten more visitors to the site than when I was posting. Why? I’m not really sure. I think it has something to do with search engine’s archiving and indexing my posts more thoroughly, so more searches are finding me. This isn’t exactly the type of readership that I’m looking for, since about 95% of the people that get here leave in the 0-5 second range, but how am I ever supposed to give up being the number one spot on Google for “leading cause of death in beavers”, and the number 2 spot for “retard dog”? (In fact, I really should do more about beavers, just to explore more thoroughly that area…[insert appropriate beaver joke here])
Second of all, I do like having a blog. I like being able to share shit I find on the internet with others. And by others, I mean Tall, Frankie, Pooh, and maybe two or three others. Because honestly, people don’t show up to read the beautiful prose I write, or to revel in the pentameter of my verse (hell, I could hardly even write that, let alone think that of my ramblings). Fuck no. They show up to take a look at what drunken mishaps I’ve been up to, what videos I’ve found online that need to be watched, what games need to be played to waste valuable time and resources at work, and what bad jokes I can tell (What’s invisible and smells like carrots? Rabbit farts). So hopefully that is what I will post more of.
So the real reason why I’ve been so lax in my posting is work. It’s a combination of factors really. 1) I’m required to take a one-hour lunch. Yes, even though I finish eating in about 20 minutes, I am supposed to take those extra 40 minutes to myself as “quiet time”. Which means I read a book. 2) I have to commute. And even though it only takes me 20 minutes to get to work in the morning (that is, if I get out the door by 6am), it takes anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half to get home. Basically, when you add all this up, work takes up about 10.5 hours a day. When you add in frisbee practice and tournaments, general chores and household duties (hehe, I said “duties”), hanging out with friends, walking the retard dog, etc, that usually puts blogging somewhere way down on the to-do list. Somewhere a little bit behind cleaning the bathroom and a little in front of taking some Colon-Blow for “shits and giggles”.
Which is sad, because I do have a nice list of topics for blogging. And I do have a few rough drafts that have been sitting in my account waiting to be finished up for about 8 months. So it is definitely not lack of material that is hindering me. *Sigh* Woe is me, woe is me.
…because I am definitely retarded.
Today as I was getting ready for practice, I decided to make myself a PB&J sandwich as a snack to tide me over until dinner.
So I got out the bread and jelly from the fridge and put them on the counter, took out two pieces of bread of bread for the sandwich, re-tied the bread bag and then put it back in the fridge. As I was sitting there with the fridge door open staring at the shelf where the jelly usually sits, I couldn’t believe that I was out of jelly. I didn’t remember using the last of it the last time I made a PB&J, and normally I would have put it right onto my shopping list and gotten more. I searched through the whole fridge - the shelves, the drawers, the hidden pockets in the door, etc, but I couldn’t find it.
Finally I gave up and decided to make a PB&Honey instead. When I closed the fridge door and looked on the counter, there was the jelly staring right back at me.
The worst part, even after I saw it sitting there, I didn’t really have a recollection of taking it out in the first place. Maybe drinking really is bad for me…
What can I say, when I get home from work I take my dog out. Then I eat dinner. Then I sit in my chair and watch TV until it’s time to go to sleep. And repeat. Which leaves little time and less energy in writing a good solid blog post. Plus now that I’ve started to go to the gym again, that leaves even less time.
But since I try to keep my adoring fans pleased (and by adoring fans, I mean all the make-believe people I know), here’s something for ya. I found this game about 6 years ago and then forgot about it, but it is one of the most annoyingly addictive games I’ve ever played. Enjoy.
For whatever reason I can’t post YouTube movies (or any other movies for that matter) to this site. That being said, you’ll just have to take my word that you really want to click on the link below. It will be well worth your time.
“Being sick” and “going to Hawaii” are two thing that should never get put in the same sentence. It just ain’t cool.
But of course that is where I am currently sitting. I’m going to Honolulu for an extended weekend in a few days (Thursday through Tuesday) for a frisbee tournament. So what does my body do to me, just to say thanks? It goes ahead a breaks down and gets sick. Stupid immune system.
Of course my only recourse was to try and get some rest this weekend, instead of tearing it up like I usually do (*wink, nudge). Which means that I’ve been at home all weekend long, sitting on the couch, watching movies, doing laundry and dishes, and generally being bored. So far, I’ve watched Pitch Black (back when Vin Diesel was cool, and before he started doing Disney Movies), Shaft (with Samuel L), Cars, Lucky # Slevin, Resident Evil, and a whole season of Friends.
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After all is said and done, I still feel sick, and I leave for Hawaii in four days. Maybe I should have gone out drinking?
PS-for the record, I’m boycotting this Wednesday.
As you may or may not know, my dog is part rottweiler. And I got to thinking, and I came up with this list of things that he is afraid of, but he really shouldn’t be since he is a rottie:
Yep, that’s my dog, putting to shame the reputation that Rottweiler’s have faught hard to earn over the last few hundred years. (Warning, if you don’t want to see a ridiculous amount of pictures of my dog, don’t click on the picture. That is all).
Oh, and Go Bears!
Here’s a little tidbit that I learned while playing basketball that I want to share with you: even though it looks like fun, walking on the tops of your feet isn’t all that easy. In fact, it’s a good way to end up with a normal sized ankle, and one that looks like it is getting ready to give birth.
But I will say that I have come up with some rather creative new swear words at about every other step. My personal favorite: fuckballs. One word that expresses the entire gamut from anger to pain, disappointment to resentment, rage to acceptance, and more.
Well, it’s time for me to hobble on over to bed and try to sleep with my foot in an elevated position. Gimpy out.