What a Night!

I haven't went out in a while. This is partly because it is a pain in the ass to go anywhere these days. In a little bit, I have to go to the doctor to have a follow-up on my foot. They are going to determine if I need to have a titanium screw placed in there to hold it together. I would opt against this. If this is the doctor's recommendation, then I am going for a second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. opinion until one of them tells me otherwise. So, it may be a long, long day!

So, last night I decided to go out. I wanted to watch the Pistons beat the Mavericks. So, I went to my local BW3 and took my normal place at the bar. The bartenders saw me limping up the aisle and came over immediately. Ahh, the sympathy of ladies. I forgot how sweet it could be. I told them what happened and that I am OK due to my friend, Mr. Vicodin. I proceeded to drink for free all night. I didn't want it to be this way, but it was out of my hands. I ate, drank, and was very merry, especially since the Pistons beat the Mavs. One good thing about being gimpy is that you can talk more shit agains the local team, and no one is going to physically do anything to you. I was protected.

I stayed after the game to play some trivia and whatnot. This girl, Elizabeth (Liz) whom I occasionally socialize with in this bar setting came and sat next to me. I told her my story and she gave me the most sympathy of all. Although I am not really attracted to her, it was nice. We played some trivia and joked around. Then, something happened. I got a date. Now, I layed the groundwork, by telling her I wasn't really interested in anything. There were disclaimers strewn all about. But, she had free tickets to Cavalia on Saturday night. Cavalia is a Cirque du Soleil production with horses. It is showing in North Dallas. They appear to be pretty good tickets too. So, I am excited to see that. In exchange for the tickets, I am taking her out to dinner. I am not sure where yet, but I have some time.

Now, my weekend has gotten busy, with the beginning of baseball, Cavalia, and more baseball. It may be awkward at times on a date with someone you aren't really into. In fact the whole idea of dating doesn't really appeal to me right now. With that in mind, she has something that I want and I her, I suppose. Good luck to me.

Do you want to go to the circus? yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry about the constant postings. I am going to be without my computer for a few days as I am having my corrupt hard drive taken replaced. I guess I am trying to get it out of my system.

This is Art?

There is a new sculpture creating buzz in the art world. It will be in Brooklyn's Capla Kesting Fine Art gallery in April. It is a life-size sculpture of a naked Britney Spears kneeling on a bearskin rug as she gives birth.

Now, I admit, I used to think Britney Spears was hot. That passed long ago. It isn't because of her beefing up for childbirth (which is beautiful, blah, blah, blah). It is because of many things and many factors thay I am sure everyone sees.

Seeing this sculpture though, makes it even worse. I understand the underlying pretenses here. It is a pro-life statement that doesn't resort to showing bloody and disturbing images of abortion. Kudos there, but is this much better?

This is a quote from the press release of Daniel Edwards' "Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston":

"'Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston', believed Pro-Life's first monument to the 'act of giving birth,' is purportedly an idealized depiction of Britney in delivery. Natural aspects of Spears' pregnancy, like lactiferous breasts and protruding naval, compliment a posterior view that depicts widened hips for birthing and reveals the crowning of baby Sean's head".

Take a looksy, see what you think.

This One Goes Out to the AZ

I read a story on CNN.com this morning. I was going to post about my crazy night last night, but I wanted to get this out there first, since last night included topics related to this story.

Check it out!

I swear as much as the next guy, especially when alcohol is involved. It is not means to be insulting or negative. It is merely an expression of passion about something, hence the frequency of it during sporting events. I try my hardest not to swear around children. I always sincerely feel bad when there are children around and I am possible corrupting them. I will let TV and other folks (probably their parents) do that.

I don't see a major problem with profanity. Yes, you hear it all of the time. Most of the time it is by punk-ass kids who are trying to impress friends. I would love to knock them down a peg in their own little world, but it is not my place. I am sure many viewed me as that punk-ass kid at one point in time. They will learn, eventually. If not, it won't matter because they will probably find themselves in jail, where they will have to worry about a different kind of dirty mouth.

I swear most frequently in my car and at the sportsbar. There aren't or shouldn't be any nuns who get offended easily in either of those situatiuons. Of course, sometimes a random act of profanity is necessary. It keeps the world tilted on its axis. A prime example of this would be drivign home from the bar with Andy and Emily and rolling down the window to yell, "hey buddy, Fuck You!" to a stranger. Thats just how we roll.

I'm Reading Don't Kill Yourself Books...

There are those rare moments in life when one has an epiphany or realization. I didn’t have one of those, but I feel like an entity, a greater being or spiritual nexus is telling me something.

The last five songs played in my car (the CD player was on random) were: 1. Nothing Lasts Forever Anymore by Sloan; 2. Before You Leave by Thrush Hermit; 3. Paper Knives by Dave Carducci; 4. She is a Holy Grail by Superdrag; and finally, 5. Something in the Way by Nirvana.

The last five songs played on my ITunes (again on random) were: 1. You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away by the Beatles; 2. Cry Baby Cry by the Beatles; 3. Sick of Myself by Matthew Sweet; 4. Pine Away by Superdrag; and finally, 5. Don’t Come Running to Me by the Greenhornes.

What is the erethral being trying to tell me with these depressing songs? It’s spring, love is supposed to be in the air and if not love at least lust. Why are the “random gods” giving me songs about heartache, when they should be giving me happy songs about love and the future?

But then I realized there is no such thing as ITunes gods or 2003 Saturn Ion CD randomizer gods; rather pop music (my favorite music) is inherently depressing. Then I also remembered my favorite quote from High Fidelity.

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Good f**king question. Anyone have the answer?

The Season is Upon Us

Ahh.....It is baseball season. It is getting warmer on an everyday basis, the sun is shining, the grass is growing.

Baseball is up there among my favorite sports. Yes, I admit, the games can get a little boring sometimes, but the atmosphere is amazing. You have women in tiny shorts and tank tops, beer, nachos, hot dogs, peanuts, beer, sunshine, beer.......

I have secued tickets to one of the last exhibition Rangers games being played at their minor league ballpark up near me on Friday. It is going to be a blast. I have also purchased a ticket for Opening Day on Monday against the Red Sox. I also bought tickets for next Friday and Sunday against the Tigers. Ok, so I went a little crazy. I can't help it if the Rangers play 7 home games in 7 days. 4 of them are against the Tigers. I am probably going to buy tickets for the other two Tigers games, but I want to see how my gimpy foot holds up getting around the ballpark. You can bet your ass I am taking full advantage of all of the handicapped facilities.

One thing I will certainly miss about Texas is baseball. The Frisco Roughriders AA team is about 12 minutes from my place. They have cheap beer and good eats. The Ballpark in Arlington is a bit of a trip for me, has expensive parking and beer, but good deals on tickets. I will definately miss the $1 hot dog night, every Wednesday home game. Not that I am a huge fan of hot dogs, but if I am at a baseball game, I will eat anything for a buck, and maybe even the buck itself.

Spring is officially here and summer is right around the corner. Go Tigers (hahaha).

Better Late Than Never

Thanks Andy for signing on. I thought you wanted to back out.

First of all, let me say, Wow! George Mason! They have beaten Michigan State, North Carolina, Wichita State, and now Connecticut. They are Indianapolis bound. Who would have thunk it?

I am happy for them. It certainly makes Michigan State's first round bow-out a little easier to swallow. I also like it because Jim Calhoun is a whiny baby. If you didn't see his comment, here it is:

"It's going to be nice playing an away game, too," he said. "I'm really looking forward to that. That pod system is really working out to protect the 1s, right?".

If I understand it correctly Mr. Calhoun, the pod system is designed to help the 1s in the first two rounds. After that, you are on your own. You got to play an 11 seed in the Elite Eight, how could it work out better for you? You blew it, you pretentious prick.

I went on a mission today. It was kind of a secret ops, undercover, ninja mission. Not really, but I pretended. It is hard to be covert with a broken foot. Matt called me up and wanted me to stake out a building for his job. I took some pictures and called it a day. I am a freelance photographer, paparazzi style. One guy was outside on the phone as I was snapping pictures. I thought he was going to confront me, but he wanted none of this....pussy.



Go beef brisket. (since Florida - Villanova does nothing for me).

I Have Arrived...Late as Usual

Are buttholes allowed to post? Stop calling me a butthole DJ.

The drunk texting is out of control I sent several to the wrong people last night including Dr. Saad (located below Chris), Mary Freese (located below Matt) and Jeff (right above Jeni and close to Jon). My apologies. And if you're really mad, f*ck off it was an accident.

I feel privileged to post with DJ (EK Froze) and JC. I will try to avoid drunk texts as well as any other buttholenesses I have.

Now I'm gonna get back to my pneumonia reading.

DJ is a buttmunch.

Freedom: Day 2886

Sorry to yank your chain DJ. It is a subtle joke.

My effing computer crashed yesterday. I am pretty decent with computers and fixed it enough to get it to work. I am not supposed to because my work gets mad at me for being independent. It is so stupid. I am supposed to refer any problems to our IT department. How inefficient is that? So, I defied them and did it myself. That is how much I love blogging. Not really. I just can't do much on my gimpy foot.

I attempted grocery shopping. It took me about an hour and a half to get $28 worth of groceries. Then I was in pain. I tried to go to Target, I bought three DVDs, and I was in pain. Ah, so I retire to my humble abode and take a Vicodin and drink some High Life. Now I feel no pain. In fact, I don't feel much.

Booze and drugs, Booze and drugs. (prescription drugs only, like Brett Favre)

Freedom: Day 1

Yesterday was my last day at Waldenbooks.

I swear.

I know that I've said this before, but this time I mean it. I've got an new job, and I will not be going back to Waldenbooks. Really. I swear.

But DJ, what abut going back for the holidays?

No.

Last night after I left the mall I decided that it would be a good day to pay a visit to my friend Jacob. Nicole was kind enough to provide us with the materials to build a pyramid. It took us about six hours, but we eventually constructed a fine pyramid.

There was much discussion of days passed and catching up on current events. Most of the time was spent watching the entire first season of Da Ali G Show.

Respect.

Andy could have joined us, but he's kind of a butthole.

This morning we had pancakes with dipping sauce courtesy of Jacob, and then I was back on the road.

*Oh snap! iTunes decided to play The Killers. I almost forgot about them.*