8/05/2007
Sabafest Time Again
Here's the poster. I had to grab it off an acrobat scan. I'll put up a real post later.
7/27/2007
Confuscious say "lack of title make reader bored"
Ok, I'm on the water this weekend. If you're in Memphis, go to the Walrus show at the Blue Monkey Saturday. Other than that I'm not sure what's going on this weekend. Btw, I'm pissed I missed the damn Lord T & Eloise show last night.
have a great weekend
have a great weekend
7/24/2007
Blogger sucks donkey balls
I hopped on the blog. My most recent post about the Phoenix Club party with Raiford wouldn't pop up. I had to head to someone else's blog and follow a link back. WTF! I wonder if it's because I used a long ass title.
Hopefully posting this short bitching session will fix the problem.
Hopefully posting this short bitching session will fix the problem.
Party for white people who can't dance
That's right kiddies! The sensation you never experienced is making a return trip to the Memphis party scene.
Raiford is back, baby!!!
Since Raiford's Hollywood Disco closed, I've had so many people make comments to me about how they always meant to go, but "just never did." Well he is performing at the Phoenix Club's Luau party on Friday August 17th.
Now you could go to the Phoenix Club's website and order tickets, or you could help me out and buy tickets from me. They are $30 per person and the proceeds go to our big end of the year check to the Boys & Girls Clubs of Greater Memphis (we raise over $100,000 annually with help from folks like you). So if you want to get a ticket contact a friend who is a member or you can email me at memphisphilip at hotmail dot com.
I should have my tickets this Thursday afternoon so go ahead and start getting your orders in ASAP. I'll post more details later.
Raiford is back, baby!!!
Since Raiford's Hollywood Disco closed, I've had so many people make comments to me about how they always meant to go, but "just never did." Well he is performing at the Phoenix Club's Luau party on Friday August 17th.
Now you could go to the Phoenix Club's website and order tickets, or you could help me out and buy tickets from me. They are $30 per person and the proceeds go to our big end of the year check to the Boys & Girls Clubs of Greater Memphis (we raise over $100,000 annually with help from folks like you). So if you want to get a ticket contact a friend who is a member or you can email me at memphisphilip at hotmail dot com.
I should have my tickets this Thursday afternoon so go ahead and start getting your orders in ASAP. I'll post more details later.
7/18/2007
"Run along, dear. (smack!) Man talk."
I think I know what I'm going to do Friday night.
Ok, so I can quote this movie from start to finish (almost), but to see it on the Orpheum's big screen would be badass. But I don't think I'm busting out the tux for it. Of course I do have to go into work for a few hours Saturday morning so I don't know what I'll do exactly, but this is probably it.
Ok, so I can quote this movie from start to finish (almost), but to see it on the Orpheum's big screen would be badass. But I don't think I'm busting out the tux for it. Of course I do have to go into work for a few hours Saturday morning so I don't know what I'll do exactly, but this is probably it."My name is Pussy Galore."
"I must be dreaming."
7/17/2007
"It's an optical illusion. It's the pattern on the pants."
Who the hell has my Anchorman DVD? It's been missing for a few weeks and I have no idea where the hell it is. Who's hiding it?
7/16/2007
Mighty Mite Medal
Here are a couple of pics of the medal I got. On the front side is the name and logo of the race:
On the back side it says "Triathlon Finisher."
7/15/2007
Mighty Mite Recap
So as you regular readers all know, I did my first triathlon yesterday at the Mighty Mite Triathlon in Forrest City, AR. I had a blast. It was a .3 mile swim, 13 mile bike ride, and 3 mile run. I did what I went to do which was finish. Not only did I finish, but I finished in under 2 hours. My overall time was 1 hour 49 minutes 50 seconds. I'll break down the details below for you at the end. First here's how the day started:
I woke up at 3:55 AM and hit the snooze button. Finally got out of bed after 4:10 and grabbed my gear. Had a quick breakfast and headed out. I noticed that there was a nice foggy mist throughout Memphis as I drove through town. I had the iPod playing random to wake up before putting it on a "get ready to do a competition" mix which was mostly heavy metal (Metallica, GNR, White Zombie). Basically fast, loud, aggressive music that would put me in the mental zone I needed. As I crossed the Mississippi River, I noticed that the fog appeared to have lifted. It hadn't. About the point where I-55 and I-40 meet, the fog popped back up. It was so think I couldn't see two car lengths in front of me. Always great driving conditions when you're speeding down I-40 and can't see a car until it's right in front of you. Just before I got to Crowley's Ridge, the fog lifted. I pulled into and walked around like a deer in head lights. Everyone else knew each other and seemed to know what the hell was going on. I registered and was ready to do my thing. I was about to walk out of the registration area when a lady stopped me to write my numbers on my arms and legs. I'm number 323 for the rest of the day.
I grabbed my gear and changed into the tri shorts I'd have the rest of the day. I headed to the starting point, 13 miles down the road in an Arkansas state park. Most triathlons have the same start/finish area. This one was different. It started and finished 16 miles apart. You start with the swim course, head to the first transition area (T1), do the bike course, head to the second transition area (T2), and run to the finish line. They started us in waves at the swim course. The first wave was Men under 40, then Men 40 and over, then women and relay teams, and finally all beginners. I'm obviously in the beginner category. They put everyone along the shoreline of this lake and have a mass chaotic beginning. There were people literally swimming over me. This one bi-otch kept cutting in front of me over and over no matter how many times I tried to get out from behind her. I guess she had some sonar built into her ass or something. Anyhoo, I get to the first turn and make a wide turn to get out of the crowd so I can finally hit my stride without having to stop every 5 seconds when I hit someone's feet. I get to the shore and head into the first transition area where I had my bike stationed. I dry my feet with my doo rag that I wear under my helmet before taking off.
The bike course was along Crowley's Ridge. I had the worst bike there. I'm not joking I actually did. I thought it was an old bike that belonged to the brother. Turns out it is my sister's old bike, an old Target Huffy mountain bike. So not only was it a girl's bike that was too small for me, but it was heavy as hell which made the uphills really difficult. My bike time was horrible, but I wasn't too focused on that. I really just enjoyed the country side and the view along the way. Yeah it sucked having people pass me all the time especially the 12 year old girl in the first mile (don't worry, I passed her 5 minutes later). The bike was probably the most scenic part of it. We got to ride past a peach orchard, but the best site was when I had been focusing on the white line on the road for so long trying to just power up this incline. I finally got to the top and reached down for my water bottle. I took a sip and looked around to find myself alone at this crest along the ridge. This was one of the few spots along the way without woods so I was surrounded on all sides with just a few fields and a beautiful sky above me. You wouldn't believe how breathtaking it was. It wasn't anything spectacular, but at that moment, it was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.
I finally finished the bike portion when I got to the second transition. I jogged out of there and took off down the road. Having pedalled so much for the previous thirteen miles I was worn out. I could job, but my quads were so weak that I could hardly lift my feet for the first quarter mile. I finally got my strength back and started down the road to the finish on some more rolling hills. I was at the peak of one hill when this police officer told me it was all down hill the rest of the way (he was being nice because there were two more little inclines in the last mile). But I started passing all these people who kicked my butt on the bike course. As I rounded a corner into the heart of Forrest City there were families on their porches or in their yards cheering us on. One man was sitting in a lawn chair with a hose. He'd put a mist in the air for you to run through. I told him that God definitely had a special place in heaven for him. I went over a little hill just after that and saw the finish line. Then I remembered someone at the water station at the two mile mark saying that once you see the finish line you have another block to go. By this point I was really running. I came around the final corner of the block in what felt like a sprint (probably still jogging though) and as I crossed a sensor point the guy on the PA system yells out "And finishing his first triathlon ever, it's Philip (my name with an added nickname he thought was funny)." FYI they let you velcro a computer chip to your leg so they know how long you took on each portion of the race and transition areas.
After I crossed the finish line, I headed over to the gatorade cooler before finding the people I met as well as some other friends who did triathlons. I hung out for a bit before someone asked where my medal was. Turns out all beginners got medals. I'll post the pictures later.
Overall I had a blast and can't wait to do the next one or two in August. I always thought this was an almost impossible goal to reach but I did it. I'm really proud of myself and of this new hobby I've chosen. Everyone I talked to about it said it was a huge commitment, but honestly, it's not that big of a commitment. I just cut out a few things I used to do. I'm eating healthier and working out more than going to the bar. Some people may think that is a bad trade, but honestly, I'm in better shape than I've been for the last three or four years. Plus I still go out to party and my tolerance hasn't gone down. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.
Anyhoo, for those of you who want my time intervals there below this paragraph. Have a great week.
Of the 53 male beginners, I placed 42nd overall. On the swim course I placed 11th out of 53. On the bike course I placed 48th. On the run course I placed 17th.
My swim time was 10:57 for .3 miles.
My first transition time was 5:59 - I really took my time getting ready and drying my feet before putting on socks and shoes. Turns out that was smart because a lot of people who didn't wipe their feet had wet socks and rocks on their feet from the walk/run from the water to their bikes.
My bike time was 1:04:11 for 13 miles (12.2 miles per hour)
My second transition time was 2:50.
My run time was 25:54 for 3 miles (8:38 minutes per mile average).
My overall time was 1:49:50.
I woke up at 3:55 AM and hit the snooze button. Finally got out of bed after 4:10 and grabbed my gear. Had a quick breakfast and headed out. I noticed that there was a nice foggy mist throughout Memphis as I drove through town. I had the iPod playing random to wake up before putting it on a "get ready to do a competition" mix which was mostly heavy metal (Metallica, GNR, White Zombie). Basically fast, loud, aggressive music that would put me in the mental zone I needed. As I crossed the Mississippi River, I noticed that the fog appeared to have lifted. It hadn't. About the point where I-55 and I-40 meet, the fog popped back up. It was so think I couldn't see two car lengths in front of me. Always great driving conditions when you're speeding down I-40 and can't see a car until it's right in front of you. Just before I got to Crowley's Ridge, the fog lifted. I pulled into and walked around like a deer in head lights. Everyone else knew each other and seemed to know what the hell was going on. I registered and was ready to do my thing. I was about to walk out of the registration area when a lady stopped me to write my numbers on my arms and legs. I'm number 323 for the rest of the day.
I grabbed my gear and changed into the tri shorts I'd have the rest of the day. I headed to the starting point, 13 miles down the road in an Arkansas state park. Most triathlons have the same start/finish area. This one was different. It started and finished 16 miles apart. You start with the swim course, head to the first transition area (T1), do the bike course, head to the second transition area (T2), and run to the finish line. They started us in waves at the swim course. The first wave was Men under 40, then Men 40 and over, then women and relay teams, and finally all beginners. I'm obviously in the beginner category. They put everyone along the shoreline of this lake and have a mass chaotic beginning. There were people literally swimming over me. This one bi-otch kept cutting in front of me over and over no matter how many times I tried to get out from behind her. I guess she had some sonar built into her ass or something. Anyhoo, I get to the first turn and make a wide turn to get out of the crowd so I can finally hit my stride without having to stop every 5 seconds when I hit someone's feet. I get to the shore and head into the first transition area where I had my bike stationed. I dry my feet with my doo rag that I wear under my helmet before taking off.
The bike course was along Crowley's Ridge. I had the worst bike there. I'm not joking I actually did. I thought it was an old bike that belonged to the brother. Turns out it is my sister's old bike, an old Target Huffy mountain bike. So not only was it a girl's bike that was too small for me, but it was heavy as hell which made the uphills really difficult. My bike time was horrible, but I wasn't too focused on that. I really just enjoyed the country side and the view along the way. Yeah it sucked having people pass me all the time especially the 12 year old girl in the first mile (don't worry, I passed her 5 minutes later). The bike was probably the most scenic part of it. We got to ride past a peach orchard, but the best site was when I had been focusing on the white line on the road for so long trying to just power up this incline. I finally got to the top and reached down for my water bottle. I took a sip and looked around to find myself alone at this crest along the ridge. This was one of the few spots along the way without woods so I was surrounded on all sides with just a few fields and a beautiful sky above me. You wouldn't believe how breathtaking it was. It wasn't anything spectacular, but at that moment, it was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.
I finally finished the bike portion when I got to the second transition. I jogged out of there and took off down the road. Having pedalled so much for the previous thirteen miles I was worn out. I could job, but my quads were so weak that I could hardly lift my feet for the first quarter mile. I finally got my strength back and started down the road to the finish on some more rolling hills. I was at the peak of one hill when this police officer told me it was all down hill the rest of the way (he was being nice because there were two more little inclines in the last mile). But I started passing all these people who kicked my butt on the bike course. As I rounded a corner into the heart of Forrest City there were families on their porches or in their yards cheering us on. One man was sitting in a lawn chair with a hose. He'd put a mist in the air for you to run through. I told him that God definitely had a special place in heaven for him. I went over a little hill just after that and saw the finish line. Then I remembered someone at the water station at the two mile mark saying that once you see the finish line you have another block to go. By this point I was really running. I came around the final corner of the block in what felt like a sprint (probably still jogging though) and as I crossed a sensor point the guy on the PA system yells out "And finishing his first triathlon ever, it's Philip (my name with an added nickname he thought was funny)." FYI they let you velcro a computer chip to your leg so they know how long you took on each portion of the race and transition areas.
After I crossed the finish line, I headed over to the gatorade cooler before finding the people I met as well as some other friends who did triathlons. I hung out for a bit before someone asked where my medal was. Turns out all beginners got medals. I'll post the pictures later.
Overall I had a blast and can't wait to do the next one or two in August. I always thought this was an almost impossible goal to reach but I did it. I'm really proud of myself and of this new hobby I've chosen. Everyone I talked to about it said it was a huge commitment, but honestly, it's not that big of a commitment. I just cut out a few things I used to do. I'm eating healthier and working out more than going to the bar. Some people may think that is a bad trade, but honestly, I'm in better shape than I've been for the last three or four years. Plus I still go out to party and my tolerance hasn't gone down. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.
Anyhoo, for those of you who want my time intervals there below this paragraph. Have a great week.
Of the 53 male beginners, I placed 42nd overall. On the swim course I placed 11th out of 53. On the bike course I placed 48th. On the run course I placed 17th.
My swim time was 10:57 for .3 miles.
My first transition time was 5:59 - I really took my time getting ready and drying my feet before putting on socks and shoes. Turns out that was smart because a lot of people who didn't wipe their feet had wet socks and rocks on their feet from the walk/run from the water to their bikes.
My bike time was 1:04:11 for 13 miles (12.2 miles per hour)
My second transition time was 2:50.
My run time was 25:54 for 3 miles (8:38 minutes per mile average).
My overall time was 1:49:50.
7/14/2007
Goooooood Morning, Vietnam!!!!
So it's 4:23 AM. I'm having breakfast and about to head out the door for the nice long ass drive to my first triathlon. Let's go down the list of what I need:
Shoes? check
Bike? check
Running shirt? check
Goggles? check
Sunglasses? check
Helmet? check
Socks? check
Ridiculous looking bathing suit/bike shorts/running shorts? check
A completely positive mental attitude and a determination to kick ass today? Not really. It's almost 4:30 AM and I'm out of bed, so let's keep things in perspective.
Seriously, I'm really excited and am ready to complete this triathlon. Again, notice I said COMPLETE.
I wonder if they'll have beer there after the race is over? Hmm...
Yall have a great Saturday and don't get none on ya.
Shoes? check
Bike? check
Running shirt? check
Goggles? check
Sunglasses? check
Helmet? check
Socks? check
Ridiculous looking bathing suit/bike shorts/running shorts? check
A completely positive mental attitude and a determination to kick ass today? Not really. It's almost 4:30 AM and I'm out of bed, so let's keep things in perspective.
Seriously, I'm really excited and am ready to complete this triathlon. Again, notice I said COMPLETE.
I wonder if they'll have beer there after the race is over? Hmm...
Yall have a great Saturday and don't get none on ya.
7/13/2007
Ugh
I am a little hungover still. Too much fun last night at the Ptolemy Happy Hour. I'll have to post the story later. I'm about to head back to work, but I am compiling a lot of details from my co-drunks so I don't miss anything. The one thing I will say is that it's not a good sign when the bartender asks if you entire table needs to be cutoff.
Saturday I'm doing the MightyMite Triathlon in Forrest City, AR. That night I'm heading in town for a party.
Ok I have to get back to work. Adios
Saturday I'm doing the MightyMite Triathlon in Forrest City, AR. That night I'm heading in town for a party.
Ok I have to get back to work. Adios
7/11/2007
When a door closes...
The canoe trip this weekend is cancelled. Not so much cancelled as no one actually planned it. So I'm going to try to complete the triathlon in Forrest City, AR Saturday. Please note that I said "COMPLETE" and not "COMPETE". That's assuming that my bike gets out of the shop by Friday. Let's hope it works out.
What else is going on? Ptolemy has a Happy Hour this Thursday at Cafe Ole. As usual it's open to anyone to attend.
Also this Thusday, the Memphis Rebel Club has their Annual Kick-Off Meeting at the Memphis Botanic Garden. Special guests include head football coach Ed Orgeron, head baseball coach Mike Bianco, and head basketball coach Andy Kennedy. There are others but those are the ones I'd be interested in seeing.
Details: From 5:30 to 7 social hour and silent auction; at 7 program begins
EDIT: The Rebel Club meeting is next week.
Not sure what I'm going to do over the next few days besides work and the triathlon, but whatever it is, I'll give you a recap.
Btw anyone know of anything fun Saturday night? After the race, I'll want to go out that night.
What else is going on? Ptolemy has a Happy Hour this Thursday at Cafe Ole. As usual it's open to anyone to attend.
Also this Thusday, the Memphis Rebel Club has their Annual Kick-Off Meeting at the Memphis Botanic Garden. Special guests include head football coach Ed Orgeron, head baseball coach Mike Bianco, and head basketball coach Andy Kennedy. There are others but those are the ones I'd be interested in seeing.
Details: From 5:30 to 7 social hour and silent auction; at 7 program begins
EDIT: The Rebel Club meeting is next week.
Not sure what I'm going to do over the next few days besides work and the triathlon, but whatever it is, I'll give you a recap.
Btw anyone know of anything fun Saturday night? After the race, I'll want to go out that night.
7/08/2007
Insecurities of Old Fuckers and a Wonderful Rumor
Hope you had a restful weekend. I did. Before I continue the spread of a rumor that's started, I'm going to cover a topic that I have to share.
The other day I was swimming laps at the gym. I stopped at the end of my workout and noticed some older guy in another lane swimming. This isn't out of the ordinary. Most people who swim laps at my gym are either in high school/on a swim team or are "older" (read: age of parents/grandparents). I wouldn't have paid any attention other than the fact that he kept stopping at the end of each pool length to fix his combover. Yeah, you read that correctly. He would stop and fix his combover while swimming. I wanted to tell him to just go buy a swim cap, but I laughed to myself and called it a night.
This isn't the only time recently I've seen an older man with a hair malfunction. A while back I was with a family and one of the children kept coming up to the father and saying "Daddy, would you please do something about this? I'm tired of fixing your combover." Literally, the father's combover would start to slide forwards or backwards on his head, and the child (who is my age) would reach up and put it back in place. I can't make this up.
I wonder, why do men of the previous generation feel that a combover is an appropriate response to hair loss? Seriously? It's really one step above a toupee. The only thing that distinguishes the combover from the toupee in the realm of "pathetic ways to cope" is a combover is real hair. Really your own hair. What little bit you have left of it. Only strangers and your childrens' friends will laugh at your combover. With a toupee, even your friends and family members will laugh at you.
I know that losing your hair is a huge confidence killer for men. But instead of worrying about that little patch of hair you're losing on top of your head, why don't you worry about something you can control, like the spare tire you're carrying around.
But back to the original guy in the pool, why would he fix the damn combover every lap. He would literally stop, fix the combover, catch a quick breath, and start all over. It was almost like he was thinking "alright if I fix this really quickly, the cute lifeguard won't notice it slipping. And maybe at the other end of the pool it will still be in place!" Do you know what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is performing the exact same action(s) repeatedly and expecting a different outcome every time.
Okay enough of that crap. On to the rumor...
I've heard this also, but Downtown Paul posted that Raiford is going to do one final party. I don't have the date or location yet, but it's supposed to be somewhere downtown. I hope it's going to be as badass as everyone will make it out to be. I'll post more on this when I get it confirmed.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
The other day I was swimming laps at the gym. I stopped at the end of my workout and noticed some older guy in another lane swimming. This isn't out of the ordinary. Most people who swim laps at my gym are either in high school/on a swim team or are "older" (read: age of parents/grandparents). I wouldn't have paid any attention other than the fact that he kept stopping at the end of each pool length to fix his combover. Yeah, you read that correctly. He would stop and fix his combover while swimming. I wanted to tell him to just go buy a swim cap, but I laughed to myself and called it a night.
This isn't the only time recently I've seen an older man with a hair malfunction. A while back I was with a family and one of the children kept coming up to the father and saying "Daddy, would you please do something about this? I'm tired of fixing your combover." Literally, the father's combover would start to slide forwards or backwards on his head, and the child (who is my age) would reach up and put it back in place. I can't make this up.
I wonder, why do men of the previous generation feel that a combover is an appropriate response to hair loss? Seriously? It's really one step above a toupee. The only thing that distinguishes the combover from the toupee in the realm of "pathetic ways to cope" is a combover is real hair. Really your own hair. What little bit you have left of it. Only strangers and your childrens' friends will laugh at your combover. With a toupee, even your friends and family members will laugh at you.
I know that losing your hair is a huge confidence killer for men. But instead of worrying about that little patch of hair you're losing on top of your head, why don't you worry about something you can control, like the spare tire you're carrying around.
But back to the original guy in the pool, why would he fix the damn combover every lap. He would literally stop, fix the combover, catch a quick breath, and start all over. It was almost like he was thinking "alright if I fix this really quickly, the cute lifeguard won't notice it slipping. And maybe at the other end of the pool it will still be in place!" Do you know what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is performing the exact same action(s) repeatedly and expecting a different outcome every time.
Okay enough of that crap. On to the rumor...
I've heard this also, but Downtown Paul posted that Raiford is going to do one final party. I don't have the date or location yet, but it's supposed to be somewhere downtown. I hope it's going to be as badass as everyone will make it out to be. I'll post more on this when I get it confirmed.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
7/05/2007
Great America!
Happy 5th of July yall. I tried to put this up yesterday, but I was having technical difficulties.
I hope you had a relaxing 4th of July. I did. I'd like to show a few things that make this great nation, well, great. It's mostly pics that I've been meaning to post but haven't taken the opportunity, but I'm only using the pics that show great things here in the good ol' U. S. of A.
First we have girls wearing low-cut jeans.
I hope you had a great 4th of July. Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
I hope you had a relaxing 4th of July. I did. I'd like to show a few things that make this great nation, well, great. It's mostly pics that I've been meaning to post but haven't taken the opportunity, but I'm only using the pics that show great things here in the good ol' U. S. of A.
First we have girls wearing low-cut jeans.
Another great thing about America is George Thorogood and the Destroyers doing "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" at Music Fest.
Another thing that makes America great are tribute bands like this one. Appetite for Destruction played at Newby's not long ago. They are always a great show. Here's "Axl" doing the beginning of "Patience."
Here's when the rest of the band jumped in. Americans playing as their favorite rockers and covering awesome American rock songs. God Bless the USA!
Another great thing about America is its other genres of music like country. Here's a few pics of Robert Earl Keen playing a great show at the New Daisy two weeks back. He started with a cowboy hat (never seen him do that) and later played "Merry Christmas from the Family." He even said he never does that outside of the holiday season.
Another thing that makes America great are tribute bands like this one. Appetite for Destruction played at Newby's not long ago. They are always a great show. Here's "Axl" doing the beginning of "Patience."
Here's when the rest of the band jumped in. Americans playing as their favorite rockers and covering awesome American rock songs. God Bless the USA!
Another great thing about America is its other genres of music like country. Here's a few pics of Robert Earl Keen playing a great show at the New Daisy two weeks back. He started with a cowboy hat (never seen him do that) and later played "Merry Christmas from the Family." He even said he never does that outside of the holiday season.
Here they are jamming out during a song after a quick break.
A great thing is when you get to meet some of your favorite artists. I actually got to meet REK after the show and got a pic with him. I had a pic from a show a few years ago but DP never gave me a copy. He claims he did, but I don't recall it and don't have it. So I was happy to get this pic.
A great thing is when you get to meet some of your favorite artists. I actually got to meet REK after the show and got a pic with him. I had a pic from a show a few years ago but DP never gave me a copy. He claims he did, but I don't recall it and don't have it. So I was happy to get this pic.
I hope you had a great 4th of July. Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
What it is?
Hey yall,
Still trying to get my 4th of July post up, but with the problems I've been having, I'm not promising when it will be. Just an FYI
Still trying to get my 4th of July post up, but with the problems I've been having, I'm not promising when it will be. Just an FYI
6/29/2007
Good Ol' Cracky Top
Came home today for lunch and thought I'd post this for yall really quick.
Found this story online. The basic synopsis is that a UT Football Player was arrested for possessing and selling crack cocaine. That's right, a Tennessee Football player was arrested for selling crack. I said that twice because I have plenty of friends who are big UT fans (I'm talking to you Big Guy!). This should knock ol' Rocky Top down a few notches.
Have a great weekend. And sorry to my UT crackhead friends, I couldn't pass this one up. Here's a little diddy I wrote for you:
Undercover cops went on Cracky Top
Looking for a moonshine still.
All they could find were cheap ass crack rocks
Sold by a Vol named Darrell.
Cracky Top, you'll always be
A drug friendly place to me!
Good Ol' Cracky Top,
Cracky Top Tennessee!
Why do I feel like this is going to come back and haunt me?
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
Found this story online. The basic synopsis is that a UT Football Player was arrested for possessing and selling crack cocaine. That's right, a Tennessee Football player was arrested for selling crack. I said that twice because I have plenty of friends who are big UT fans (I'm talking to you Big Guy!). This should knock ol' Rocky Top down a few notches.
Have a great weekend. And sorry to my UT crackhead friends, I couldn't pass this one up. Here's a little diddy I wrote for you:
Undercover cops went on Cracky Top
Looking for a moonshine still.
All they could find were cheap ass crack rocks
Sold by a Vol named Darrell.
Cracky Top, you'll always be
A drug friendly place to me!
Good Ol' Cracky Top,
Cracky Top Tennessee!
Why do I feel like this is going to come back and haunt me?
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
6/28/2007
Wish I Had My Camera Posts
There are two things I've seen recently that make me wish I had my camera on me. I think you might like them.
First I have seen the Germantown Pimp. (Germantown is a suburb of Memphis) I never knew there was a Germantown Pimp. But I was on my lunch break earlier this week driving to grab a bite in Germantown when I saw this man walking...excuse me, strutting down the street. He had a pair of elevator shoes and a full brimmed hat with a leopard sash on around it. He had a black suit with a black shirt and no tie. Like I said, I wish I had my camera with me.
Second I saw a bumper sticker the other day for Germantown High School in the parking lot at work. It said something like 'Germantown High, A Great Tradition.' I think there needs to be another bumper sticker for them:
"GERMANTOWN HIGH SCHOOL, BRINGING THUG LIFE TO THE SUBURBS"
Do you think I can market that?
First I have seen the Germantown Pimp. (Germantown is a suburb of Memphis) I never knew there was a Germantown Pimp. But I was on my lunch break earlier this week driving to grab a bite in Germantown when I saw this man walking...excuse me, strutting down the street. He had a pair of elevator shoes and a full brimmed hat with a leopard sash on around it. He had a black suit with a black shirt and no tie. Like I said, I wish I had my camera with me.
Second I saw a bumper sticker the other day for Germantown High School in the parking lot at work. It said something like 'Germantown High, A Great Tradition.' I think there needs to be another bumper sticker for them:
"GERMANTOWN HIGH SCHOOL, BRINGING THUG LIFE TO THE SUBURBS"
Do you think I can market that?
6/20/2007
Triathlon Training Update
Today after work, I swam 1 mile, biked 7.2 miles, and ran 3.25 miles at the gym.
The standard "sprint" triathlon is .5 mile swim, 12.4 mile bike, and 3.1 mile run...I think.
I just need to keep conditioning myself so I can do it in the heat of July and August.
The standard "sprint" triathlon is .5 mile swim, 12.4 mile bike, and 3.1 mile run...I think.
I just need to keep conditioning myself so I can do it in the heat of July and August.
6/19/2007
THIS JUST IN!!!
Actually I've known about this for a while, but I think this is the first I've mentioned it on the blog. Lord knows with the giant lack of posts lately, it should be easy enough for me to check...
Anyhoo, Robert Earl Keen and the Robert Earl Keen band will be playing THIS FRIDAY night at the New Daisy on Beale Street. It's usually a packed house so buy your tickets now. (His album "No. 2 Live Dinner" is in my top 20 albums of all time and top 5 live albums)
If you've ever liked a single country music song in your life, then you will like REK. He's more of a Texas country/folk/singer-songwriter with a great sense of humor in his song writing.
I'll be there. So will a large assortment of folks. Not sure exactly who, but I imagine some if not all of the following will be there:
Mini-her
The brother
The sister
Scales
DP and "new mike"
Mailbox Mike
The Uncle (supposedly coming in town according to sources)
Browntown
As always I'll make a prediction who will be there and half will miss it and 20 others will make it. You know what, who cares. It's always a great show. If you miss it, you suck.
Anyhoo, Robert Earl Keen and the Robert Earl Keen band will be playing THIS FRIDAY night at the New Daisy on Beale Street. It's usually a packed house so buy your tickets now. (His album "No. 2 Live Dinner" is in my top 20 albums of all time and top 5 live albums)
If you've ever liked a single country music song in your life, then you will like REK. He's more of a Texas country/folk/singer-songwriter with a great sense of humor in his song writing.
I'll be there. So will a large assortment of folks. Not sure exactly who, but I imagine some if not all of the following will be there:
Mini-her
The brother
The sister
Scales
DP and "new mike"
Mailbox Mike
The Uncle (supposedly coming in town according to sources)
Browntown
As always I'll make a prediction who will be there and half will miss it and 20 others will make it. You know what, who cares. It's always a great show. If you miss it, you suck.
6/16/2007
A Post with Two Opposites
I have two posts in my head which I am now combining into one. I probably should make them separate, but I have a feelin whichever one I post first will be skipped over. These are important items that I feel need to be addressed. We'll start with the good news one and then I'll go on a rant (at this point I haven't typed it out yet, but I know it's going to be a big bitchfest rant so be ready).
ITEM ONE
I've decided to become a triathlete. I've been toying with the idea for a while now, but that's all it's been: an idea. I opened a magazine from January the other day and as I was skimming the pages there were a series of articles on improving yourself professionally, personally, physically, etc. Well, what else do you read on the can? Anyhoo, I landed on a short bit on becoming a triathlete. My initial idea of a triathlon was swimming 2 miles, biking 50 miles, and running a marathon. Then I looked up triathlon distances on wikipedia two days ago (link to triathlons on wikipedia) and found that there are shorter distance marathons and longer. So after that I made a life decision to become a triathlete (it's not a huge life decision, but it a bit of a lifestyle change). I went back to the article in the magazine and found they mentioned a website that lists all the triathlons in the country and there are a few coming up nearby. Awesome!!! Now I just need to buy a bike.
Now if you want to end reading this on a good positive note, stop before we get to item two. It's going to make you depressed/angry/pissed off.
I warned you.
ITEM TWO
I went to a store the other day in the suburbs to do a little shopping. I won't name the store because it's not their fault it happened. I wanted to come up with a funny nickname so you'd know what store it was in code, but that's really not fair to a place I actually like shopping at. Anyway, I felt the natural urge to sit down for a few minutes and let the Cosby kids go for a swim. So I did the normal thing and visited a room where you're not allowed to bring merchandise for a good reason. I walked into stall number 1 and someone hadn't flushed it. That pissed me off because people are just jerks sometimes. Then I walked into stall number 2 and realized that people are absolute pieces of shit. How do I know that? Well there were two pieces of that person on the floor next to the toilet. Seriously someone dumped outside the toilet on the floor. I imagine this was some high school kid from the cities of Germantown, Collierville, or the surrounding area who thought it would be funny to do that. I want to find this kid and after rubbing his nose in it ask him why he's so pissed at the world:
-Did Mommy and Daddy not buy him the brand new Hummer H3 or Mustang he wants even though he already has a new BMW?
-Or have the fumes from all the black fingernail polish finally gone to his head with the jet black hair and strong lack of pigments?
-Or did he take so much ecstasy at school that it felt good to have only one cheek on the seat and the other suspended in the air?
Enough of the hypothetical explanations based on broad stereotypes of high school pieces of shit. For all I know this could have been a grown man (I'm not even going to touch that one). Either way this person is an absolute piece of shit and I actually hope that karma exists to get him back (Help me My Name Is Earl, you're my only hope!).
The most pathetic thing is he did this in the damn handicapped stall. So some person with disabilities might have had to go in there and see that. They have enough hurdles to overcome and don't need this one too. This was just one of those moments that brings you down and puts a huge lack of faith in humanity in your head.
After I left the restroom, I quietly told one of the employees of the store that there was a bad mess someone left in the men's room that actually needed to be handled soon. She was polite and thanked me for letting her know before wishing me a great day.
Most men have been to bathrooms in bars. Some of your seedier bars have bathrooms where there's pee all over the seat/floor/wall (i.e. any college bar, most bars on Beale, bars in Midtown). But you never see that kind of disregard for your fellow man in friggin stores at 6PM on a weekday. This is just blatant contempt for every other person on the planet. I actually hope that this is something this piece of shit will remember and regret for the rest of his meaningless life.
So I have to ask myself, what exactly would I have done if I had walked in immediately after the offender deficated? Would I have called him out in front of everyone? Would I have taken him to the manager? Would I have actually called him the piece of shit he is and used the other toilet? I honestly don't know. I actually hope I never have to deal with this again.
Ok, that's the end of my lengthy rant. If you wish you hadn't read it, I'm sorry, but I wish I hadn't seen the two Mr. Hankeys on the floor. I just hope that this story will inspire all of us to raise our children with a little more respect for everyone else.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
ITEM ONE
I've decided to become a triathlete. I've been toying with the idea for a while now, but that's all it's been: an idea. I opened a magazine from January the other day and as I was skimming the pages there were a series of articles on improving yourself professionally, personally, physically, etc. Well, what else do you read on the can? Anyhoo, I landed on a short bit on becoming a triathlete. My initial idea of a triathlon was swimming 2 miles, biking 50 miles, and running a marathon. Then I looked up triathlon distances on wikipedia two days ago (link to triathlons on wikipedia) and found that there are shorter distance marathons and longer. So after that I made a life decision to become a triathlete (it's not a huge life decision, but it a bit of a lifestyle change). I went back to the article in the magazine and found they mentioned a website that lists all the triathlons in the country and there are a few coming up nearby. Awesome!!! Now I just need to buy a bike.
Now if you want to end reading this on a good positive note, stop before we get to item two. It's going to make you depressed/angry/pissed off.
I warned you.
ITEM TWO
I went to a store the other day in the suburbs to do a little shopping. I won't name the store because it's not their fault it happened. I wanted to come up with a funny nickname so you'd know what store it was in code, but that's really not fair to a place I actually like shopping at. Anyway, I felt the natural urge to sit down for a few minutes and let the Cosby kids go for a swim. So I did the normal thing and visited a room where you're not allowed to bring merchandise for a good reason. I walked into stall number 1 and someone hadn't flushed it. That pissed me off because people are just jerks sometimes. Then I walked into stall number 2 and realized that people are absolute pieces of shit. How do I know that? Well there were two pieces of that person on the floor next to the toilet. Seriously someone dumped outside the toilet on the floor. I imagine this was some high school kid from the cities of Germantown, Collierville, or the surrounding area who thought it would be funny to do that. I want to find this kid and after rubbing his nose in it ask him why he's so pissed at the world:
-Did Mommy and Daddy not buy him the brand new Hummer H3 or Mustang he wants even though he already has a new BMW?
-Or have the fumes from all the black fingernail polish finally gone to his head with the jet black hair and strong lack of pigments?
-Or did he take so much ecstasy at school that it felt good to have only one cheek on the seat and the other suspended in the air?
Enough of the hypothetical explanations based on broad stereotypes of high school pieces of shit. For all I know this could have been a grown man (I'm not even going to touch that one). Either way this person is an absolute piece of shit and I actually hope that karma exists to get him back (Help me My Name Is Earl, you're my only hope!).
The most pathetic thing is he did this in the damn handicapped stall. So some person with disabilities might have had to go in there and see that. They have enough hurdles to overcome and don't need this one too. This was just one of those moments that brings you down and puts a huge lack of faith in humanity in your head.
After I left the restroom, I quietly told one of the employees of the store that there was a bad mess someone left in the men's room that actually needed to be handled soon. She was polite and thanked me for letting her know before wishing me a great day.
Most men have been to bathrooms in bars. Some of your seedier bars have bathrooms where there's pee all over the seat/floor/wall (i.e. any college bar, most bars on Beale, bars in Midtown). But you never see that kind of disregard for your fellow man in friggin stores at 6PM on a weekday. This is just blatant contempt for every other person on the planet. I actually hope that this is something this piece of shit will remember and regret for the rest of his meaningless life.
So I have to ask myself, what exactly would I have done if I had walked in immediately after the offender deficated? Would I have called him out in front of everyone? Would I have taken him to the manager? Would I have actually called him the piece of shit he is and used the other toilet? I honestly don't know. I actually hope I never have to deal with this again.
Ok, that's the end of my lengthy rant. If you wish you hadn't read it, I'm sorry, but I wish I hadn't seen the two Mr. Hankeys on the floor. I just hope that this story will inspire all of us to raise our children with a little more respect for everyone else.
Have a good one and don't get none on ya.
6/11/2007
8 Things I Think I Know
1. Italian Fest is always a bad idea, and I love it. I have a lot of stories. And I had some great pics. But I won't post or tell them, because it involves coworkers. If you need an explanation beyond that, raise your IQ a little and figure it out.
But I will say a few things that involved only me or the general crowd:
a. when Gabby, the Mexican man who manages your office's property, hands you a shot glass full of tequila, you'd better smile and take it. Then be prepared to take another a little while later and forget the rest of the night. It was actually really cool and livened up the party more than it should have been.
b. when someone walks around with a tray full of cut up sausage bites, try one or two. Not 10. No matter how many tequila shots you've taken.
c. the mullets at Italian Fest are just as awesome as they are at BBQ fest.
d. pee before you leave Italian Fest. It's a long drive to the Flying Saucer in Cordova, and the bouncer doesn't like it when you say "listen shorty, I gotta pee. I'll come back and give you my ID in a few minutes after I drain some beer." I wonder why.
2. Not eating dinner before the Ptolemy Clubroom party is always a bad idea as well. The night went downhill quickly after the first few drinks. I also didn't like all the crap I got for not finding a costume. Sorry I couldn't come up with anything in the "Egyptian theme." But I wore flip flops with a cotton shirt and blue jeans. I'm pretty sure that's good enough.
And how the hell did I miss out on the ice luge? That sucks. I'll never leave early to go to a bar again. For those of you that didn't hear, apparently there was a nice ice sculpture that people started taking shots from. Now that's pretty damn cool.
By the way, did anyone come dressed up in a Raleigh Egypt tshirt? That would have been funny.
3. I need to check the battery life on my camera before walking into parties. I went to clubroom on Thursday and was going to take a pic of some of the extreme costumes, but the battery was completely dead.
Oh yeah for those of you who costumed up, I'd like to give a little advice for your next costume party: If you don't have the body to pull it off, please cover it up. For the most part, everyone was very discreet, but there were a few people who showed a little more than folks wanted to see. Be proud of who you are and all that crap, but be subtle too.
4. There's a reason I don't drink whiskey. I get extremely sexy. And I know it. And then I don't behave like I should. Nuff said. I'll stick with my vodka, beer, tequila, etc.
5. I really need to make a quick statement about my working situation once and for all:
I've had a lot of people ask me about it and I appreciate the support and interest. I love my new job. I've been there for over 60 days and really feel I made the right choice. I didn't know you could actually have a job where at the end of a bad day, you look forward to the next.
Now a few things I need to say, I will not talk about the job on here or the people I work with. I'm not going to jeapordize my career like that. I really like this job and the folks I work with, but I won't go into details. I'm sure you understand.
6. I'm going to kick some ass in the weight loss tournament. We have a competition at work among 13-15 people to see who can lose the most weight IN A HEALTHY MANNER. It's based on the percentage of weight lost from the start until the end on July 31. So don't be surprised if I don't go out as much as I used to because I want to win the competition...and the money. I did pack on a few pounds over the last week or so just so the weight would be a little easier to lose, but I tried not to lose too much. I did some calculations at work last week and I know if someone loses 20 pounds it's better if they started around 195 like me (yeah I put on about 10 pounds in 2 weeks for it) rather than if they start around 250 or 300. We have some big guys in the office who are going to try to lose a ton of weight. The problem with that (that I see) is when you first start on a weight loss regimen, you lose some big weight quickly and then plateau out for a while. I was already on a regimen that I am accustomed too. My body is already used to the higher metabolism so I have that in my favor. Here's my plan:
I'm going back to swimming 5 miles a week, and I'll add running a minimum of 5 miles a week to it. There will be no weight lifting because I won't try to add any muscle mass. I'm going to eat my carbs in the early parts of the day and try to stick with vegetables and meat in the evenings. I'm going to tone down on the beer and drink vodka more. I think I have a very good chance at winning this. Especially since most of the folks in the competition are in their mid to late 30s.
7. The Thursday Tactical Drinking Team needs to kick back into high gear. It's been too long since we met up. I feel we need an emergency meeting soon, maybe next week. I'm trying to work on my weight loss regimen this week and need every night since I'm going out of town this weekend.
8. I need to do a 'Best Of' covering the last month or so. I never got around to posting pics from music fest or a few other things that I need to put out there.
That's all I have. Sorry I've slacked a lot lately, but I really don't want to sit in front of a computer after 10 hours at work each day (including an hour lunch). I'll try to work on it, but I'm not promising anything.
But I will say a few things that involved only me or the general crowd:
a. when Gabby, the Mexican man who manages your office's property, hands you a shot glass full of tequila, you'd better smile and take it. Then be prepared to take another a little while later and forget the rest of the night. It was actually really cool and livened up the party more than it should have been.
b. when someone walks around with a tray full of cut up sausage bites, try one or two. Not 10. No matter how many tequila shots you've taken.
c. the mullets at Italian Fest are just as awesome as they are at BBQ fest.
d. pee before you leave Italian Fest. It's a long drive to the Flying Saucer in Cordova, and the bouncer doesn't like it when you say "listen shorty, I gotta pee. I'll come back and give you my ID in a few minutes after I drain some beer." I wonder why.
2. Not eating dinner before the Ptolemy Clubroom party is always a bad idea as well. The night went downhill quickly after the first few drinks. I also didn't like all the crap I got for not finding a costume. Sorry I couldn't come up with anything in the "Egyptian theme." But I wore flip flops with a cotton shirt and blue jeans. I'm pretty sure that's good enough.
And how the hell did I miss out on the ice luge? That sucks. I'll never leave early to go to a bar again. For those of you that didn't hear, apparently there was a nice ice sculpture that people started taking shots from. Now that's pretty damn cool.
By the way, did anyone come dressed up in a Raleigh Egypt tshirt? That would have been funny.
3. I need to check the battery life on my camera before walking into parties. I went to clubroom on Thursday and was going to take a pic of some of the extreme costumes, but the battery was completely dead.
Oh yeah for those of you who costumed up, I'd like to give a little advice for your next costume party: If you don't have the body to pull it off, please cover it up. For the most part, everyone was very discreet, but there were a few people who showed a little more than folks wanted to see. Be proud of who you are and all that crap, but be subtle too.
4. There's a reason I don't drink whiskey. I get extremely sexy. And I know it. And then I don't behave like I should. Nuff said. I'll stick with my vodka, beer, tequila, etc.
5. I really need to make a quick statement about my working situation once and for all:
I've had a lot of people ask me about it and I appreciate the support and interest. I love my new job. I've been there for over 60 days and really feel I made the right choice. I didn't know you could actually have a job where at the end of a bad day, you look forward to the next.
Now a few things I need to say, I will not talk about the job on here or the people I work with. I'm not going to jeapordize my career like that. I really like this job and the folks I work with, but I won't go into details. I'm sure you understand.
6. I'm going to kick some ass in the weight loss tournament. We have a competition at work among 13-15 people to see who can lose the most weight IN A HEALTHY MANNER. It's based on the percentage of weight lost from the start until the end on July 31. So don't be surprised if I don't go out as much as I used to because I want to win the competition...and the money. I did pack on a few pounds over the last week or so just so the weight would be a little easier to lose, but I tried not to lose too much. I did some calculations at work last week and I know if someone loses 20 pounds it's better if they started around 195 like me (yeah I put on about 10 pounds in 2 weeks for it) rather than if they start around 250 or 300. We have some big guys in the office who are going to try to lose a ton of weight. The problem with that (that I see) is when you first start on a weight loss regimen, you lose some big weight quickly and then plateau out for a while. I was already on a regimen that I am accustomed too. My body is already used to the higher metabolism so I have that in my favor. Here's my plan:
I'm going back to swimming 5 miles a week, and I'll add running a minimum of 5 miles a week to it. There will be no weight lifting because I won't try to add any muscle mass. I'm going to eat my carbs in the early parts of the day and try to stick with vegetables and meat in the evenings. I'm going to tone down on the beer and drink vodka more. I think I have a very good chance at winning this. Especially since most of the folks in the competition are in their mid to late 30s.
7. The Thursday Tactical Drinking Team needs to kick back into high gear. It's been too long since we met up. I feel we need an emergency meeting soon, maybe next week. I'm trying to work on my weight loss regimen this week and need every night since I'm going out of town this weekend.
8. I need to do a 'Best Of' covering the last month or so. I never got around to posting pics from music fest or a few other things that I need to put out there.
That's all I have. Sorry I've slacked a lot lately, but I really don't want to sit in front of a computer after 10 hours at work each day (including an hour lunch). I'll try to work on it, but I'm not promising anything.
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