Go Fug Yourself comment

Ok, I check the Go Fug Yourself blog daily. It is one of those celebrity obsessed sites out there. However, what they do is find pictures of YOUR beloved celebrities in ridiculous outfits or just looking like shit in general. They proceed to talk shit about said celebrities.

So why am I telling you this? Because the other day they had a post about Paris Hilton. For those of you who are unfamiliar with her, she also has been referred to as The Richest 10 Cent Whore in the world. I think my former roommate Stuart would refer to her as a "no talent ass-clown" in reference to her acting abilities. You know you're really talented when your best work is still the porno you did at 19. I won't see the house of wax. I won't see anything else she's done. The only reason she keeps getting roles is because she is
1. rich
2. a self-promoting whore
I wonder when she will finally get the tatoo on her lower stomach that says "WILL NOT OPEN UNLESS YOUR NET WORTH IS AT LEAST 75% OF MINE" with an arrow pointing downward.

Enough with my Paris rant. Check out the Go Fug Yourself bit on her at the post-Oscar party. They did a great job busting on her. It put a smile on my face.

Ok, I'm going to grab a bite to eat before I shower and get dressed for the Phoenix Club's party tonight. It is going to be badass. I hope they have the A/C on though because I've been sweating all damn day and if I'm wearing this suit and it is still hot, I'm going to be pissed. But there will be plenty of hot honeys there tonight. So I hope you get laid.

g'night baby

Songs on the Playlist:
Robert Plant - 29 Palms
Robert Plant - Little by Little
Rod Stewart & the Faces - Stay With me


Last Night's Happy Hour

Well, I really need to start checking the local sports schedules when I pick my dates and places for the Happy Hours. Why? Because last night the Tigers played in the C-USA tourney at the FedEx Forum at the same time we had the Happy Hour. AND after yesterday's horrible rain storm during the day, everyone was gun shy. Take all this into consideration and we still had close to 50 people show up (most early before going to the game).
I got to meet a few new folks and finally remember some names. I hate that: people I meet at the most random times and places and can't ever remember their names. I won't say who they are, but I now DO KNOW their names. But we had our usual suspects and a few others. Kat showed up along with her friends. I ducked out after 3 beers because I hadn't eaten and I needed to go to bed early (which still didn't happen). I've been burning the candle at both ends lately and it's starting to catch up with me.

Ok here is a pic from last night. Queen Laura (very center) took a great pic of some of the guys (including me). I'll post that when I get it.


How you durrin?

For Lent I thought long and hard about what I could give up or do. I finally settled on going to the gym at least 4 days a week. Doesn’t sound like something tough? Well it’s tougher than you think. I have other things going on:
I’m moving this month.
My social calendar is almost full all month long.

I usually find myself skipping out on gym time during the rest of the year when my calendar is full of other promises and obligations. But now I can’t because I made a pact with God that I would do this. Why did I choose this instead of giving something up? Because I can give anything up. That’s not a problem. I did alcohol one year. Not a big deal. I’ve given up caffeine drinks anyway. But this takes dedication and determination. Plus whenever I work out I am in my own little world (even though there are others around). I can think without any problems or distractions. It’s almost as good as standing in the shower contemplating things (at the current apt, the hot water runs out in 10 minutes so I can’t do much thinking there). So I can use this for personal reflection time as well as self-improvement.

So last night was a clusterf*ck. I ended up staying at the office until 6. I went to the gym to run. Afterwards I came home to shower. I got stuck on a few phone calls and ate a little dinner. Then I grabbed my beer fridge and bar along with their contents and moved all that to the new house (along with a little bit of hunting stuff). After that I drove around delivering Mardi Gras tickets. I didn’t get home to relax until about 10:45 (I usually need about an hour or two each day to really wind down before going to sleep).

But I’ve been very disciplined despite this. I’ve been eating well on top of exercising. But today I relapsed. My lunch consisted of a steak sandwich with pretzel sticks and Jello. I knew that wasn’t enough, so I ran to the Exxon at 3rd and Mallory before I ate to pick up a bag of chips or something to go with it. Bad idea. I grabbed a king size bag of Skittles, a bag of honey roasted peanuts, some beef jerky, and a 3 Musketeers bar. No I haven’t eaten it all. But after the steak sandwich, a 3 Musketeers bar, some skittles, and beef jerky stick (Jack Links Rocks!!!), I feel, well, “bleh”. That’s the only way to describe it. Oh well. I will still go work out.

So what’s the moral of the story? Junk food makes you feel like SHIT! Leave it alone and eat healthy. Yes, every once in a while have a little as a reward or something, but other than that leave it alone.

As far as tonight goes, I’m going to the bank and then the gym IMMEDIATELY after work. I’ll shower and probably get to the Happy Hour about 7 as usual. Is it bad if the chairman never shows up on time to his own event? Well, I guess it’s better that I stick with tradition.

BTW the Raiford’s Cadillac drove by while I was at the Exxon. Foreshadowing for the weekend? Or tonight?
Doubtful. Very doubtful.

Songs on the Playlist:
Loretta Lynn & Jack White – Portland Oregon
Led Zeppelin – Black Mountain Side
Jet – Are You Gonna Be My Girl
INXS – Suicide Blonde
Bob Dylan – Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35
Barenaked Ladies – If I Had A Million Dollars


Playin' Hookey

Guess what? I'm leaving early today. I've got plans for the evening so I'm cutting out about 15 minutes early so I can shower, wash the truck, etc., before hand.

Why am I telling you this?
1. because I won't be able to post anything later reminding you about the Ptolemy Happy Hour this Thursday at the Flying Saucer DOWNTOWN at 6.
2. to gloat. haha

How much more do you hate me now?



My Favorite Unique Blog

Ok, this is my favorite blog that covers a very unique subject: Terrains of the Heart by Four D Blues. I don't know who this is or even how I stumbled upon it, but it has quickly become one of my favorite non-personal blogs.

For those of you who don't know what this blog covers, allow me to explain. This person goes around Mississippi with a camera and takes pictures of the scenery or specific locations in relation to the history of the blues in Mississippi. With each post there is a song that can relate to the picture or the specific location in the picture. This covers two topics near and dear to my heart: Mississippi and the blues. How are these important to me? Each are unique parts of my life.

My mother's side of the family is from Mississippi. I went to Ole Miss. I grew up going to spend time with family in the Batesville area. I have driven many times through the Delta and the hills. I have been to the swamps and the pine forest. It is a beautiful state when you aren't just blazing through it down I-55 or on your way to Tunica. I can get lost in the backroads and all my concerns and stress will just melt away. There is nothing like driving down a dirt road with the windows down in the spring. Just puts a smile on your face.

The blues is where every song I have ever loved came from (in my opinion). Rock came from the blues. Country came from the same roots as the blues when white people started playing it. Rap/Hip Hop came from RnB and Soul. They were just the destination that the natural progression of the blues went to. Everyone tried to play the blues and make it their own style (look at Led Zeppelin) and that is where the newer genres of music came from. Again, all these are my opinions. And who can't love the blues? Sometimes you need it just so you can shed a tear. Go to a bar on Beale St (not a dance club) with a live band and tell me if almost every song they play isn't derived from the blues, if not the blues itself. Obviously music is an important part of my life. If I'm not listening to music while I'm doing something, I am humming a tune or signing a song a capella. Hell, I include a list of songs I'm listening to just to inspire people to find things that aren't just on the radio or in the dance club. There is a lot of great music that came out years ago that we don't know because we grew up plugged into MTV (which now sucks donkey balls!) Sorry for that rant.

So this blog really hit home for me. I check it several times a week just to see what wonderful new places "Four D Blues" has put up and what songs he/she has covered on it. There are a lot of just beautiful shots. I hope you enjoy it like I do.

Now get down,


Album I'm Listening to right now:
Bob Marley & The Wailers - Legend (with bonus tracks)
(hey, it's been a tough day at work and I really needed this to get me through the last few hours)


Weekend Recap

So how was your weekend? Mine was fine.

Friday night, I was going to head to the walrus show at Dan McGuinness in East Memphis. That didn't happen. I got a call from Gordo. He was at Jennie & Walker's house with a bunch of friends. We went there and I was about 12 beers behind, which is always a fun state to be in. Why? Because everyone else acts like a fool and you'll be the one person who'll definitely remember it.

Saturday, I ran to the gym for a little while. Then I came home, worked around the apt., and took a shower. After getting dressed, I ran to my grandmother's house for dinner. Her sister-in-law was in town with one of her sons and his wife. We had a nice time. She has a tamale casserole, a baked ham, and some BBQ. Oh yeah, we also had her great green jello. This is a family treat that we get maybe 5 times a year: Xmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Dad's Birthday, and if family visits. It is green jello with cherries in it and some type of marshmellow topping. It is BADASS!!!
Ok, so I was there for about 4 hours, then I left and called Mark & Leanne. They were at Alex's Tavern watching the Tigers/Houston game & the Duke/UNC game with Tim & Mary (yea I was the 5th wheel). I went there to hang out and have a beer or two. I forgot that Alex's didn't take plastic. So they let me have a few beers on their tab. I came home after that and got up this morning about 9:30.

I'm resting up for this week. Ptolemy Happy Hour is this Thursday. I'll post the flyer later this week. Then the Mardi Gras party is Saturday. I'll also be moving bit by bit all week long.

I'm getting off this thang. Take it sleazy folks.

Quote of the post: Joe Dirt "I'm a bit of a croco-phile so don't try this at home."
Songs on the Playlist:
The Grateful Dead - It Must Have Been The Roses
Nickel Creek - Smoothie Song
The Clash - Train In Vain (Stand By Me)
The Cars - Shake It Up
Led Zeppelin - Your time Is Gonna Come

A Real World?

Ok, I caught bits of the premiere of the new season of the Real World. I remember year (I mean mid to late 90s) when I was stoked about the new seasons of the Real World. It seems like now they are going for individuals who fit certain stereotypes.

I do like how the frat douche guy gets one of the girl's bag out of the car and something starts humming. What does this guy automatically think it is? A friggin vibrator. And later he comes down with a friggin blowup doll. When I said later, that was 2 minutes later in tv time.
This guy really annoys me. He is telling the bullimic blonde that she needs another 10-15 pounds. He obviously doesn't know she's bullimic yet. But other than that feux pas (spelling?), he just doesn't shut the hell up. Doesn't he know that is a bad thing to keep talking all the time and talking over other people? It's rude. Oh well, he'll learn one day. Oh yeah, he used dawn as a dishwasher detergent. This guy is an f'ing 'tard.

Ok, onto the other people, you've got a Russian chick. She's hot. Although she does fit the typical Russian stereotype (according to the gay guy, more on him in a minute): everything is big - big hair, big jewelry, big boobs, etc.

You have the bi-racial girl from California who is going to go to law school. Anyone else noticed how they would not shut up about her being bi-racial.

Of course you have the bottle blonde from Connecticut who is bullimic. Ok, she obviously won't eat and makes it a big deal in front of everyone but really doesn't want to make it known. WTF? She talks about how she would be depressed, but she doesn't want anyone to know about it. And if she keeps getting upset everytime she drinks, this is going to get really old. She needs to see a shrink. Here is Dr. Philip's prescription for her:
Eat a whole pizza, see a shrink, don't puke. Quick translation: GET SOME FUCKING HELP! Otherwise you'll be miserable for the rest of your life. If you are unhappy now and don't do anything to change that, you will never be able to be happy in a relationship with someone. You have to love yourself before you can honestly give someone your love.

Then you have the Puerto Rican guy who is a kinda do-it-yourself entreprenuer (spelling?). I mean while he was in college he started reading real estate books and bought his own house...IN COLLEGE. That's pretty cool for a guy who came from "dirt poor" beginnings as he said.
You have the guy from Seattle named Zach. He seems really cool and down to earth. He and the Puerto Rican guy seem like they are the only sane ones to me.

And we have the gay bigot. Ok, what do you call a gay bigot? An unsensitive fag? A queer who finds all your faults? He asks the guy from Seattle (who he says is Jewish. I don't know bout that) what he does. Dude from Seattle says I work in my family's jewelry business. The gay bigot says "oh, don't tell svetlana!" I think that is obviously the Russian girl. I wonder how many episodes until they confront him about talking about people behind their backs. He seems like the gossip queen of the group who can shut the F up (no pun intended). And he keeps saying that Svetlana is "Russian Mafia". Ok, I'm not going to keep bashing this dude. He does enough of that for all of us.

I don't know if I'll keep watching this season. Last season sucked so damn much that I didn't even make it halfway. They were in one of the best cities in the US (Austin) and couldn't do anything interesting. Why won't MTV return to the days of getting one nut (i.e. Puck) and make the rest normal people. And why do they all have to be so damn young. Maybe I was in my early/mid teens, but in San Francisco they seemed so old. Like mid to late 20s. Now these kids are like babies!

Anyway, I'm gonna go pack clothes and stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to meet up with Simon and get my key to the new pad today. I'll be able to move while he's out going to the park or whatever he's doing today.

Adios kids.

Songs on the Playlist:
Bryan Adams - Run To You
The Doors - Peace Frogs
Tesla - Love Songs
The Grateful Dead - Turn On Your Love Light
Led Zeppelin - The Lemon Song
John Mayer - Why Georgia (live)
The Corrs & Bono - When The Stars Go Blue
The Roots - Seed 2.0
The Grateful Dead - One More Saturday Night
The Drifters - Up On The Roof
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