Tuesday 10/30/2007
11:54 a.m.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
What ever happened to...
Tuesday 10/30/2007
11:09 a.m.
What ever happened to Anna Chlumsky?
Remember cute little Vada Sultenfuss? She was that adorable little tomboy who had the hots for her writing teacher. She was a total hypochondriac and always thought she was dying. And then her best friend dies from bee stings when he's trying to get her mood ring back for her. She was a great child actor who was headed for the big time.
But where is she now?
After the success of My Girl, My Girl 2 and Golddiggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain, Anna took a break from acting to focus on her education. She graduated from the University of Chicago in 2002 with a degree in International Studies. She also worked in New York City as a researcher and writer for the restaurant review company Zagat. She
She is also a total hotty now.
Anna became engaged to Army Reservist Shaun So this month. Congrats Anna! I hope you got something better than that mood ring.
Anna returned to acting in 2004 in the stage production of Measure for Measure . She also appeared on the episode of 30 Rock called "The Fighting Irish." She played Liz Lemler, the girlfriend of Floyd who sent the flowers to Lemler in "Up All Night" that ended up with Liz Lemon. She also appeared as "Mary Calvin" in an episode of NBC drama series Law & Order first airing January 12th 2007.
She will star in the new CW series Eight Days a Week with A.C. Slater.
Source: Wikipedia
11:09 a.m.
What ever happened to Anna Chlumsky?
Remember cute little Vada Sultenfuss? She was that adorable little tomboy who had the hots for her writing teacher. She was a total hypochondriac and always thought she was dying. And then her best friend dies from bee stings when he's trying to get her mood ring back for her. She was a great child actor who was headed for the big time.
But where is she now?
After the success of My Girl, My Girl 2 and Golddiggers: The Secret of Bear Mountain, Anna took a break from acting to focus on her education. She graduated from the University of Chicago in 2002 with a degree in International Studies. She also worked in New York City as a researcher and writer for the restaurant review company Zagat. She
She is also a total hotty now.
Anna became engaged to Army Reservist Shaun So this month. Congrats Anna! I hope you got something better than that mood ring.
Anna returned to acting in 2004 in the stage production of Measure for Measure . She also appeared on the episode of 30 Rock called "The Fighting Irish." She played Liz Lemler, the girlfriend of Floyd who sent the flowers to Lemler in "Up All Night" that ended up with Liz Lemon. She also appeared as "Mary Calvin" in an episode of NBC drama series Law & Order first airing January 12th 2007.
She will star in the new CW series Eight Days a Week with A.C. Slater.
Source: Wikipedia
Monday, October 29, 2007
Aww... poor wittle kitties.
Monday 10/29/2007
9:15 a.m.
The sky was gray. Clouds hung low, staining our faces with mist. Something was in the air, a chill perhaps, but along with it, a certain smell. I've smelled it before. What is it? Popcorn? No. Burgers being cooked on an open flame grill? No. The overwhelming pungency of sorority girls doused in the latest J.Lo perfume? No. Wait... (sniff, sniff) I think I know what it is... it's...it's... VICTORY!!!
source
For those of you unfortunate fans who were not able to attend this weekend's match-up between no. 14 University of Kentucky Wildcats and the 4-4 Mississippi State Bulldogs, let me give a recap:
The Bulldogs took their opening drive 70 yards for an early touchdown. Carroll's 15-yard toss to Eric Butler was one of three third-down conversions on the 14-play march that ended with Carroll's 11-yard scoring strike to Jason Husband.
Kentucky answered right back with the ball in the hands of its star quarterback Woodson. After three consecutive Derrick Locke runs and an incompletion, Woodson threw a 31-yard pass to Dicky Lyons down to the Mississippi State 30-yard line. Woodson finished off the touchdown march with an 18-yard completion to Johnson.
Mississippi State continued its offensive onslaught on the next series, marching 80 yards for another score. The methodical drive included several key pass plays, including a 12-yard strike to Eric Hoskins, putting the football at the Wildcats 24-yard line. The Bulldogs punched it into the end zone via the air attack from in close, as Carroll lobbed a one-yard touchdown to Dixon.
The wildcats marched towards a tie late in the half, a drive aided by a questionable personal foul penalty as Woodson lunged for a first down near the right sideline. However, Lones Seiber misfired wide right from 34 yards away to keep the deficit at 14-7. Kentucky then fumbled the opening kickoff of the second half that set up a field goal for the Bulldogs. The Wildcats then fumbled on their next possession, setting up another score for Miss. when Anthony Dixon crossed the goal line from a yard out and boosted the score to 24-7.
Woodson was able to pull the Wildcats to withing ten after hitting Steve Johnson on a 37-yard toss with 5:15 left in the third quarter but the Bulldogs put the game away in the fourth when Christian Ducre busted through the middle on his way to a 34-yard touchdown run. The Wildcats turned the ball over on three of their next five drives, with one punt and the other ending on downs.
Kentucky has dropped three of four since a 5-0 start. Its only win in that time was a triple overtime victory over then-No.1 LSU. Mississippi State improved to 5-4 on the year and 2-3 in the SEC, while Kentucky dropped to 6-3 and 2-3 in the SEC.
This was the first Mississippi State football game I have attended in a few years. The last game I saw was in 2004 when we beat University of Florida 38-31. Following that loss, the Gators' coach, Ron Zook, experienced what is known as being "Croomed."
For those of you who don't know what getting "Croomed" is, let me explain.
For the past few seasons, Mississippi State hasn't really been known for their skills on the football field. In fact, in the past three seasons, the Bulldogs have only won three games in each. However, in each of those seasons, they managed to pull out huge victories over teams with winning records, in turn, causing the football coach for each respective team to get fired, or "Croomed." Five of the 10 coaches Mississippi State's Croom has defeated since 2004 are no longer coaching at the same school.
Who let the dogs out? Croom did.
Sources: Solomon's Wisdom
Transworld News
The Sports Network
9:15 a.m.
The sky was gray. Clouds hung low, staining our faces with mist. Something was in the air, a chill perhaps, but along with it, a certain smell. I've smelled it before. What is it? Popcorn? No. Burgers being cooked on an open flame grill? No. The overwhelming pungency of sorority girls doused in the latest J.Lo perfume? No. Wait... (sniff, sniff) I think I know what it is... it's...it's... VICTORY!!!
source
For those of you unfortunate fans who were not able to attend this weekend's match-up between no. 14 University of Kentucky Wildcats and the 4-4 Mississippi State Bulldogs, let me give a recap:
The Bulldogs took their opening drive 70 yards for an early touchdown. Carroll's 15-yard toss to Eric Butler was one of three third-down conversions on the 14-play march that ended with Carroll's 11-yard scoring strike to Jason Husband.
Kentucky answered right back with the ball in the hands of its star quarterback Woodson. After three consecutive Derrick Locke runs and an incompletion, Woodson threw a 31-yard pass to Dicky Lyons down to the Mississippi State 30-yard line. Woodson finished off the touchdown march with an 18-yard completion to Johnson.
Mississippi State continued its offensive onslaught on the next series, marching 80 yards for another score. The methodical drive included several key pass plays, including a 12-yard strike to Eric Hoskins, putting the football at the Wildcats 24-yard line. The Bulldogs punched it into the end zone via the air attack from in close, as Carroll lobbed a one-yard touchdown to Dixon.
The wildcats marched towards a tie late in the half, a drive aided by a questionable personal foul penalty as Woodson lunged for a first down near the right sideline. However, Lones Seiber misfired wide right from 34 yards away to keep the deficit at 14-7. Kentucky then fumbled the opening kickoff of the second half that set up a field goal for the Bulldogs. The Wildcats then fumbled on their next possession, setting up another score for Miss. when Anthony Dixon crossed the goal line from a yard out and boosted the score to 24-7.
Woodson was able to pull the Wildcats to withing ten after hitting Steve Johnson on a 37-yard toss with 5:15 left in the third quarter but the Bulldogs put the game away in the fourth when Christian Ducre busted through the middle on his way to a 34-yard touchdown run. The Wildcats turned the ball over on three of their next five drives, with one punt and the other ending on downs.
Kentucky has dropped three of four since a 5-0 start. Its only win in that time was a triple overtime victory over then-No.1 LSU. Mississippi State improved to 5-4 on the year and 2-3 in the SEC, while Kentucky dropped to 6-3 and 2-3 in the SEC.
This was the first Mississippi State football game I have attended in a few years. The last game I saw was in 2004 when we beat University of Florida 38-31. Following that loss, the Gators' coach, Ron Zook, experienced what is known as being "Croomed."
For those of you who don't know what getting "Croomed" is, let me explain.
For the past few seasons, Mississippi State hasn't really been known for their skills on the football field. In fact, in the past three seasons, the Bulldogs have only won three games in each. However, in each of those seasons, they managed to pull out huge victories over teams with winning records, in turn, causing the football coach for each respective team to get fired, or "Croomed." Five of the 10 coaches Mississippi State's Croom has defeated since 2004 are no longer coaching at the same school.
Here's what happened to the SEC coaches who have lost to Croom:
2004
Ron Zook, Florida: Fired in 2004
2005
Joe Pannunzio, Murray State: Fired in 2005
Chris Scelfo, Tulane: Fired in 2006
2006:
Mike Shula, Alabama: Fired in 2006
Watson Brown, UAB: Resigned in 2006 for Tennessee Tech
2007
?
Who let the dogs out? Croom did.
Sources: Solomon's Wisdom
Transworld News
The Sports Network
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Weight watcher
Thursday 10/25/2007
1:31 p.m.
With each passing day I worry more and more about the state of health of Americans. I work in a place called "Watterson Towers," a building that is home to hundreds of different offices. And working within those offices, hundreds of obese employees. While I occasionally pass a man that is somewhat overweight, it is the women that worry me the most. I don't know if it's genetics or perhaps a regional thing. Living in CO and FL, I rarely saw anyone who was more than say 15 0r 20 pounds overweight. But here, these people are easily pushing 200, 250, 300 lbs. It saddens me.
Now, I'm not saying I'm skinny by any means. I would categorize myself as being healthy. But not healthy like I was when I lived in the mountains. Yes, I too became a fat ass. I weighed 20 more pounds than I do now. And while 20 pounds isn't a great amount of weight, for someone who is 5'5", it is. And drinking 5 nights out of the week and curing my hangovers by eating Totinos pizza for breakfast probably didn't help any.
But once I realized I needed to get healthy, that was it. I changed my lifestyle, which in turn changed my life (is that redundant?).
So, seeing all of the people who are in desperate need of a lifestyle change deeply troubles me. I was on the elevator (I normally take the stairs, but I had an arm full of paperwork and a package) and the lady next to me had the biggest Big Gulp I had ever seen.
It literally was a gallon of soda. A gallon... Of soda. And this morning I was pulling into the parking lot and passed a lady who easily weighed 225, carrying a huge birthday cake - the kind you get at Kroger that has the sugary sweet frosting. Now, she may have very well been taking that cake to someone else, but I'm pretty sure she was going to have a couple of slices.
I used to work at a Hospital and everyone worked in one big room. At one desk was a bucket of candy, which one nurse would refill each week.
Well, this one lady, who was pretty heavy, would eat and eat and eat. I'm surprised the carpet hadn't worn away from her walking back and forth to the bucket so many times. She went to get candy so many times that a co-worker and I made a game out of it. At the beginning of every morning, we would each write down the number of times we thought she would go to the bucket. We started small at first, but neither of us were even close. By the end we were up to 25, 30 times a day. And I'm not talking a Hershey Kiss or a peppermint. She would eat 25 mini candy bars - Reeces Cups, Kit-Kats, Mounds, Paydays... If someone brought doughnuts or cookies in she would eat 5. Pretty soon it got to be too much and we had to stop counting. It was too depressing. The worst part is, she would always complain that she was too fat and asked how we stayed so thin. Hmmm... maybe because I don't eat 30 meals a day. I don't know. She would come to me and ask me for pointers for eating healthy and exercising. I suggested that she don't eat sugar, fried food, bread, drink soft drinks... I thought she was going to cry. I also told her to try taking the stairs instead of the elevator. She did once and couldn't breathe for like 10 minutes afterwards.
People, you don't have to live this way. It's never too late to make a change.
If you or someone you know wants to get help for obesity, please contact:
Wendy Carlin, MS, RD, LD
Program Coordinator, Division of Adult and Child Health
Kentucky Dept. of Public Health
Telephone: 502-457-1026
Fax: 502-564-8389
E-mail: wendy.carlin@ky.gov
Web site: http://www.fitky.org/
Source: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
1:31 p.m.
With each passing day I worry more and more about the state of health of Americans. I work in a place called "Watterson Towers," a building that is home to hundreds of different offices. And working within those offices, hundreds of obese employees. While I occasionally pass a man that is somewhat overweight, it is the women that worry me the most. I don't know if it's genetics or perhaps a regional thing. Living in CO and FL, I rarely saw anyone who was more than say 15 0r 20 pounds overweight. But here, these people are easily pushing 200, 250, 300 lbs. It saddens me.
Now, I'm not saying I'm skinny by any means. I would categorize myself as being healthy. But not healthy like I was when I lived in the mountains. Yes, I too became a fat ass. I weighed 20 more pounds than I do now. And while 20 pounds isn't a great amount of weight, for someone who is 5'5", it is. And drinking 5 nights out of the week and curing my hangovers by eating Totinos pizza for breakfast probably didn't help any.
But once I realized I needed to get healthy, that was it. I changed my lifestyle, which in turn changed my life (is that redundant?).
So, seeing all of the people who are in desperate need of a lifestyle change deeply troubles me. I was on the elevator (I normally take the stairs, but I had an arm full of paperwork and a package) and the lady next to me had the biggest Big Gulp I had ever seen.
It literally was a gallon of soda. A gallon... Of soda. And this morning I was pulling into the parking lot and passed a lady who easily weighed 225, carrying a huge birthday cake - the kind you get at Kroger that has the sugary sweet frosting. Now, she may have very well been taking that cake to someone else, but I'm pretty sure she was going to have a couple of slices.
I used to work at a Hospital and everyone worked in one big room. At one desk was a bucket of candy, which one nurse would refill each week.
Well, this one lady, who was pretty heavy, would eat and eat and eat. I'm surprised the carpet hadn't worn away from her walking back and forth to the bucket so many times. She went to get candy so many times that a co-worker and I made a game out of it. At the beginning of every morning, we would each write down the number of times we thought she would go to the bucket. We started small at first, but neither of us were even close. By the end we were up to 25, 30 times a day. And I'm not talking a Hershey Kiss or a peppermint. She would eat 25 mini candy bars - Reeces Cups, Kit-Kats, Mounds, Paydays... If someone brought doughnuts or cookies in she would eat 5. Pretty soon it got to be too much and we had to stop counting. It was too depressing. The worst part is, she would always complain that she was too fat and asked how we stayed so thin. Hmmm... maybe because I don't eat 30 meals a day. I don't know. She would come to me and ask me for pointers for eating healthy and exercising. I suggested that she don't eat sugar, fried food, bread, drink soft drinks... I thought she was going to cry. I also told her to try taking the stairs instead of the elevator. She did once and couldn't breathe for like 10 minutes afterwards.
People, you don't have to live this way. It's never too late to make a change.
If you or someone you know wants to get help for obesity, please contact:
Wendy Carlin, MS, RD, LD
Program Coordinator, Division of Adult and Child Health
Kentucky Dept. of Public Health
Telephone: 502-457-1026
Fax: 502-564-8389
E-mail: wendy.carlin@ky.gov
Web site: http://www.fitky.org/
Source: Centers for Disease Control and Prevention
What I want for Halloween
Thursday 10/25/2007
8:32 a.m.
I normally don't post this early in the morning, but I was going about my daily routine of reading ads on Craigslist and came across this:
Is she not the cutest wittle ting you've ever seen? The ad said that an "adoption fee is required" but it doesn't say how much. I'm guess she's going to cost a pretty penny. However, if any of my readers want to give me a great Halloween present (Yes, people give Halloween presents. I always got them when I was little and just because I'm 26 years old, doesn't mean I'm too old to still get them.), I think she would be a good one. In fact, I've already come up with some names for the little precious:
1) Regina Miller (named after my hero)
2) Clementine
3) Romo
4) Miss Bully (Maroon...White...)
Okay, so whoever decides they want to be my best friend for life, go to craigslist and check out the puppy, get her for me, and call me.
Thanks!
8:32 a.m.
I normally don't post this early in the morning, but I was going about my daily routine of reading ads on Craigslist and came across this:
Is she not the cutest wittle ting you've ever seen? The ad said that an "adoption fee is required" but it doesn't say how much. I'm guess she's going to cost a pretty penny. However, if any of my readers want to give me a great Halloween present (Yes, people give Halloween presents. I always got them when I was little and just because I'm 26 years old, doesn't mean I'm too old to still get them.), I think she would be a good one. In fact, I've already come up with some names for the little precious:
1) Regina Miller (named after my hero)
2) Clementine
3) Romo
4) Miss Bully (Maroon...White...)
Okay, so whoever decides they want to be my best friend for life, go to craigslist and check out the puppy, get her for me, and call me.
Thanks!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
A fun way to spend the day
Wednesday 10/24/2007
4:13 p.m.
So, I just got back from having a reverse root canal.
It was so awesome. 2 years ago I had a root canal. Actually I had two, one on both sides of my mouth. Well, apparently something was done incorrectly, which caused leakage within the canal. Again, awesome.
Today I had to sit in the chair for nearly 2 hours with my mouth pried open. I wasn't given any gas and I wasn't given any meds. The only thing they gave me was a pair of goggles so the pieces of tooth that were being drilled on wouldn't fly out and hit me in the eye.
I left the office with a lot less money, no drugs, and the entire right side of my face swollen and numb. I haven't eaten since 6:30 this morning and I won't be able to eat for a few more hours. Obviously I am bitchy now, but I don't care. I'm going to bitch and complain until someone gives me something for my pain.
(this is what I need/want)
Oh, and the best part - I get to do the other side of my mouth on Monday. Awesome.
4:13 p.m.
So, I just got back from having a reverse root canal.
It was so awesome. 2 years ago I had a root canal. Actually I had two, one on both sides of my mouth. Well, apparently something was done incorrectly, which caused leakage within the canal. Again, awesome.
Today I had to sit in the chair for nearly 2 hours with my mouth pried open. I wasn't given any gas and I wasn't given any meds. The only thing they gave me was a pair of goggles so the pieces of tooth that were being drilled on wouldn't fly out and hit me in the eye.
I left the office with a lot less money, no drugs, and the entire right side of my face swollen and numb. I haven't eaten since 6:30 this morning and I won't be able to eat for a few more hours. Obviously I am bitchy now, but I don't care. I'm going to bitch and complain until someone gives me something for my pain.
(this is what I need/want)
Oh, and the best part - I get to do the other side of my mouth on Monday. Awesome.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Weekend update: Saturday
Tuesday 10/23/2007
3:23 p.m.
So after not-sleeping on the hardwood floor, I awoke at 8:00 to find a new place to rest. Hmmm... I could get in bed with Justin and Erin, but they may be having morning loving time and I don't want to intrude. I could go outside and lay on the grass, but it's too bright and I'm not really into that idea anyway. Wait, look at Budd sleeping there on the sectional couch. And look at that long chair that would fit perfectly next to the couch. Finally I could get some rest. And I must say, this was quite a comfortable make-shift bed I created. Maybe I should become a furniture designer.
I reawaken around 11:00 and decide it's time to get the day started. After a quick shower and 10 glasses of water, we head to the car and begin our journey into the city. The day is near perfection as there is not a cloud in the sky and the temperature is in the lower 70s. We go to the Congress Plaza Hotel to meet up with some friends. While we wait for them in the lobby, my brain slowly begins to pulsate... harder and harder. By the time they show up, I check my shoulders just to make sure there is no brain residue that may have oozed out. Fortunately, I was clean.
At this point my hangover is screaming at me to ingest something greasy immediately. So, what better place to go than to the ESPN Zone?
Wouldn't you think in a large city at a very popular restaurant where tourists obviously go the menu would have at least one vegetarian option on it? Wouldn't you? No. Nothing. Unless I was going to order a house salad, I had no options. Finally I convinced Frank, our waiter (I think he is the kid from Jerry Maguire - all grown up), to make me a portabella burger with no burger.
He did and it was good. And the hangover - gone with the Chicago wind.
So, ESPN Zone has no veggie options on the menu. You know what else they didn't have? A single tv showing the Mississippi State v. West VA game. The game that was being shown on ESPN. Okay, let's do a little deductive reasoning here. We're at an establishment run by ESPN. The football game is on an ESPN channel. Shouldn't the ESPN establishment air the game being shown on ESPN? It's just like when the stupid ESPN ticker will never show the score to MSU games. It doesn't matter who they play - LSU, South Carolina, the Colts, the Celtic... they won't show the score. I'm fed up with it really. After I finish this post, I think I will write a letter to ESPN voicing my dismay and anger. Then maybe I will write letters to other people that piss me off. I have a few things I need to get off my chest. Oh, and the second letter I'm going to write is to the maker of fortune cookies. I had a sushi party one night and to be cute and festive, I bought fortune cookies.
Out of an entire box of cookies, there were only two different fortunes. Hello? I seriously doubt if everyone is supposed to follow down the same path of life. Oh yes, I have my pen and pad ready. The letters are going out tomorrow.
Anyway, since we couldn't watch our team lose, we decided to play games instead. Talk about Chucky Cheese for adults. I don't remember the last time I played so many games - bowling, driving games, horse riding games, water ski riding games, bike riding games, dancing games, football games, and my favorite - the game I kicked the most ass on - basketball. Oh yeah. I may not have picked up a ball since 9th grade, but the Reggie in me came out and I was schooling anyone who stepped up to the challenge. Sure that was only one person. But I totally kicked his ass, so it's all good.
After an hour of gaming, it was time to move on. Our friends decided to go back to the Congress, however, we were on a mission. Target - Rotofugi.
Why Rotofugi? Well, they sell Kid Robots and I just so happen to be a collector. Yeah, laugh all you want. "Oh, she collects toys... what a loser." Well, smart asses, they aren't just toys, they are pieces of art. Toys are to be played with. Kid Robots are to be admired. Plus, they're collector's items. People are already selling them on ebay for hundreds of dollars. Really. If I ever fall on tough times, Dr. Ledoux is totally getting auctioned.
Rotofugi was a dork's wonderland and I could have easily dropped some big bucks in there. But I'm broke, so I didn't. I bought a couple of new editions for my collection and decided to head back to the Congress so we would have time to rest before the night's festivities.
I could have slept for at least 10 more hours, but seeing that the show started at 8:00, I decided to get up. A quick cab ride and we were at the Aragon Ballroom. On the playbill for the evening - Ween.
Budd and boycotter are huge Ween fans, yet neither of them had ever seen them. Since I am the only cool one in the bunch, I, of course had seen them before. Only once. But one is more than none, so I'm still cooler than them.
The Aragon Ballroom was a perfect venue, if you could take away some of the annoying dreadies that were running around and kick down the ac to about 20. The show was great though. They played some of their hits as well as songs off their album that comes out today. It got so hot we had to leave before the show was over. And of course they played one of my favorite songs for the encore. They did it on purpose. They saw me leave and were like, "Screw Jennifer. She couldn't even stay the whole show. We'll show her. Hey guys, let's play Freedom of '76. That'll really get her."
Here's the setlist:
Fiesta
Take me away
Transdermal Celebration
Waving my dick in the wind
Mr. Richard smoker
Learnin' to Live
Voodoo Lady
The Party
Spinal Meningitis
Buckingham Green
Happy Colored Marbles
Spirit Walker
With My Own Bare Hands
Touch my Tooter
Gabrielle
Zoloft
Johnny on the Spot
Object
Bananas and Blow
Piss up a Rope
Booze me up
Mollusk
Ocean man
Stroker Ace
Help my Pony
Woman and Man
What Deaner was Talkin' About
Stay Forever
Fat Lenny
ENCORE:
Freedom of 76
Exactly Where I'm At
HIV
Fluffy
We caught a cab back to the Congress and do what we normally do after a night of debauchery - ordered pizza with pineapple.
Mmmm... then I got cozy and, well, passed out. What a great night.
3:23 p.m.
So after not-sleeping on the hardwood floor, I awoke at 8:00 to find a new place to rest. Hmmm... I could get in bed with Justin and Erin, but they may be having morning loving time and I don't want to intrude. I could go outside and lay on the grass, but it's too bright and I'm not really into that idea anyway. Wait, look at Budd sleeping there on the sectional couch. And look at that long chair that would fit perfectly next to the couch. Finally I could get some rest. And I must say, this was quite a comfortable make-shift bed I created. Maybe I should become a furniture designer.
I reawaken around 11:00 and decide it's time to get the day started. After a quick shower and 10 glasses of water, we head to the car and begin our journey into the city. The day is near perfection as there is not a cloud in the sky and the temperature is in the lower 70s. We go to the Congress Plaza Hotel to meet up with some friends. While we wait for them in the lobby, my brain slowly begins to pulsate... harder and harder. By the time they show up, I check my shoulders just to make sure there is no brain residue that may have oozed out. Fortunately, I was clean.
At this point my hangover is screaming at me to ingest something greasy immediately. So, what better place to go than to the ESPN Zone?
Wouldn't you think in a large city at a very popular restaurant where tourists obviously go the menu would have at least one vegetarian option on it? Wouldn't you? No. Nothing. Unless I was going to order a house salad, I had no options. Finally I convinced Frank, our waiter (I think he is the kid from Jerry Maguire - all grown up), to make me a portabella burger with no burger.
He did and it was good. And the hangover - gone with the Chicago wind.
So, ESPN Zone has no veggie options on the menu. You know what else they didn't have? A single tv showing the Mississippi State v. West VA game. The game that was being shown on ESPN. Okay, let's do a little deductive reasoning here. We're at an establishment run by ESPN. The football game is on an ESPN channel. Shouldn't the ESPN establishment air the game being shown on ESPN? It's just like when the stupid ESPN ticker will never show the score to MSU games. It doesn't matter who they play - LSU, South Carolina, the Colts, the Celtic... they won't show the score. I'm fed up with it really. After I finish this post, I think I will write a letter to ESPN voicing my dismay and anger. Then maybe I will write letters to other people that piss me off. I have a few things I need to get off my chest. Oh, and the second letter I'm going to write is to the maker of fortune cookies. I had a sushi party one night and to be cute and festive, I bought fortune cookies.
Out of an entire box of cookies, there were only two different fortunes. Hello? I seriously doubt if everyone is supposed to follow down the same path of life. Oh yes, I have my pen and pad ready. The letters are going out tomorrow.
Anyway, since we couldn't watch our team lose, we decided to play games instead. Talk about Chucky Cheese for adults. I don't remember the last time I played so many games - bowling, driving games, horse riding games, water ski riding games, bike riding games, dancing games, football games, and my favorite - the game I kicked the most ass on - basketball. Oh yeah. I may not have picked up a ball since 9th grade, but the Reggie in me came out and I was schooling anyone who stepped up to the challenge. Sure that was only one person. But I totally kicked his ass, so it's all good.
After an hour of gaming, it was time to move on. Our friends decided to go back to the Congress, however, we were on a mission. Target - Rotofugi.
Why Rotofugi? Well, they sell Kid Robots and I just so happen to be a collector. Yeah, laugh all you want. "Oh, she collects toys... what a loser." Well, smart asses, they aren't just toys, they are pieces of art. Toys are to be played with. Kid Robots are to be admired. Plus, they're collector's items. People are already selling them on ebay for hundreds of dollars. Really. If I ever fall on tough times, Dr. Ledoux is totally getting auctioned.
Rotofugi was a dork's wonderland and I could have easily dropped some big bucks in there. But I'm broke, so I didn't. I bought a couple of new editions for my collection and decided to head back to the Congress so we would have time to rest before the night's festivities.
I could have slept for at least 10 more hours, but seeing that the show started at 8:00, I decided to get up. A quick cab ride and we were at the Aragon Ballroom. On the playbill for the evening - Ween.
Budd and boycotter are huge Ween fans, yet neither of them had ever seen them. Since I am the only cool one in the bunch, I, of course had seen them before. Only once. But one is more than none, so I'm still cooler than them.
The Aragon Ballroom was a perfect venue, if you could take away some of the annoying dreadies that were running around and kick down the ac to about 20. The show was great though. They played some of their hits as well as songs off their album that comes out today. It got so hot we had to leave before the show was over. And of course they played one of my favorite songs for the encore. They did it on purpose. They saw me leave and were like, "Screw Jennifer. She couldn't even stay the whole show. We'll show her. Hey guys, let's play Freedom of '76. That'll really get her."
Here's the setlist:
Fiesta
Take me away
Transdermal Celebration
Waving my dick in the wind
Mr. Richard smoker
Learnin' to Live
Voodoo Lady
The Party
Spinal Meningitis
Buckingham Green
Happy Colored Marbles
Spirit Walker
With My Own Bare Hands
Touch my Tooter
Gabrielle
Zoloft
Johnny on the Spot
Object
Bananas and Blow
Piss up a Rope
Booze me up
Mollusk
Ocean man
Stroker Ace
Help my Pony
Woman and Man
What Deaner was Talkin' About
Stay Forever
Fat Lenny
ENCORE:
Freedom of 76
Exactly Where I'm At
HIV
Fluffy
We caught a cab back to the Congress and do what we normally do after a night of debauchery - ordered pizza with pineapple.
Mmmm... then I got cozy and, well, passed out. What a great night.
What ever happened to...
Tuesday 10/23/2007
2:28 p.m.
What ever happened to B.J. Armstrong?
Oh my gosh, what a crush I had on this guy when I was in seventh grade. Of course he could never come close to measuring up to my real love, Regginald Wayne Miller, but he was definitely a close second.
Benjamin Roy Armstrong was selected by the Bulls in the first round of the 1989 Draft. He helped the team make it to the NBA finals in his first season and by his second season, they were the champs. And again the next year. And again the next year. When MJ retired in '94, B.J. stepped up his game, placing third in scoring on his team. This same year, he made it to his first NBA All-star game and once again led his team to the playoffs. The following season he ranked third in scoring again, behind Pimp Daddy Pippin and Tony Kukoc. I totally forgot about old Tony. I was going to suggest he be the next WEHT subject, but then I looked him up on Wikipedia and apparently he just retired last season. After Reggie retired I lost all interest in NBA. For all I know Magic Johnson is playing again.
Old Bennie Roy retired in 2000 and was hired as an assistant to Bulls General Manager Jerry Krause. Having replaced Paxson as the Bulls' starting point guard years before, Armstrong was himself replaced by Paxson as hire to the GM job in Chicago when Krause resigned in 2003. Damn. Payback is a bitch. Wasn't he one of the players on Double Dribble?
Armstrong remained with the organization as a scout for a couple of seasons, leaving in 2005. He was employed by ESPN as a basketball analyst.
So, where is he now? I don't know. Apparently he vanished after 2005. He's gone. No one knows. I called Chicago and they don't know. I was even in Chicago this weekend. I asked a lot of people where he was. They didn't know either.
Facts about B. Roy:
- He closed the 1997-98 season ranked 4th in NBA history in career three-point percentage (.424) (Guess who is number one - always and forever...)
- Played in 577 consecutive games between the 1989-90 and 1996-97 seasons, the 11th-longest streak in NBA history
- Led the NBA in 1992-93 in three-point percentage (.453)
Sources: Wikipedia.com
NBA.com
2:28 p.m.
What ever happened to B.J. Armstrong?
Oh my gosh, what a crush I had on this guy when I was in seventh grade. Of course he could never come close to measuring up to my real love, Regginald Wayne Miller, but he was definitely a close second.
Benjamin Roy Armstrong was selected by the Bulls in the first round of the 1989 Draft. He helped the team make it to the NBA finals in his first season and by his second season, they were the champs. And again the next year. And again the next year. When MJ retired in '94, B.J. stepped up his game, placing third in scoring on his team. This same year, he made it to his first NBA All-star game and once again led his team to the playoffs. The following season he ranked third in scoring again, behind Pimp Daddy Pippin and Tony Kukoc. I totally forgot about old Tony. I was going to suggest he be the next WEHT subject, but then I looked him up on Wikipedia and apparently he just retired last season. After Reggie retired I lost all interest in NBA. For all I know Magic Johnson is playing again.
Old Bennie Roy retired in 2000 and was hired as an assistant to Bulls General Manager Jerry Krause. Having replaced Paxson as the Bulls' starting point guard years before, Armstrong was himself replaced by Paxson as hire to the GM job in Chicago when Krause resigned in 2003. Damn. Payback is a bitch. Wasn't he one of the players on Double Dribble?
Armstrong remained with the organization as a scout for a couple of seasons, leaving in 2005. He was employed by ESPN as a basketball analyst.
So, where is he now? I don't know. Apparently he vanished after 2005. He's gone. No one knows. I called Chicago and they don't know. I was even in Chicago this weekend. I asked a lot of people where he was. They didn't know either.
Facts about B. Roy:
- He closed the 1997-98 season ranked 4th in NBA history in career three-point percentage (.424) (Guess who is number one - always and forever...)
- Played in 577 consecutive games between the 1989-90 and 1996-97 seasons, the 11th-longest streak in NBA history
- Led the NBA in 1992-93 in three-point percentage (.453)
Sources: Wikipedia.com
NBA.com
Weekend update: Friday
Tuesday 10/24/2007
10:07 a.m.
Thanks to a toothache, I was able to leave work early on Friday. It just so happens that my toothache occurred on the day when boycotter and I were to leave for Chicago. So, what does that mean? We hit the road early.
Our trip began around 3:00. While I wanted to get on the road earlier, this was a good driving time because we avoided most of the weekend traffic. The ride went by pretty quickly and before we knew it, we were approaching Chicago. What we didn't know, however, was that dumb ass Mapquest gave us a route going through toll booths.
Of course, we hardly had any change. First toll booth, no problem - $.15. Wow. We were amazed at the low charge and were all high-fiving and whatnot. What? Another toll booth. Fine. $.50. It's okay. We got it. Drive a few more miles. WTF? Another toll booth. This time - $2.50. $2.50? Seriously? We scraped together some dimes and pennies and luckily had just enough to make it through. By this time, what should have taken us about 10 minutes to get into town, took us more like 35. So, now it's dark, it's about 7:30, we still have about half an hour to drive and we have dinner reservations at 9:00.
So, we finally get to within 6 miles of our destination. Time: 7:55. Great. We will have time to park, hit the loo, freshen up and leave for dinner. We get to my friend's house and J. Budd, my roommate from Telluride, meets us at the street. While this is a pretty cool neighborhood to live in, there is NO parking.
Anywhere. We drive for blocks and blocks, circling the hood. Nothing. Finally we drive a mile or so away and find a spot. By this time, I'm starting to worry that we aren't going to make our reservation in time. "We have plenty of time," Budd said. "We're in Central Time." Oh yeah. I totally forgot we were in a different time zone. Talk about changing my outlook on life. So, instead of freaking out, I breathed a sigh of relief and we headed to the house.
Waiting inside were three of my friends from CO that I haven't seen in a couple of years. It always makes me sad seeing friends from that time in my life. It makes me miss the mountains and want to cry. In fact, tears are falling onto the keyboard as I type.
NOT! Ha, you people are so gullible. Like I cry. You know my tear ducts don't work. Wah, wah. I'm so sad. Please. Anyway, we chill out for a while, drink a couple of beers, smoke a little...nicotine, then head for the el.
Luckily, my friends live right by the el, and it stops within a block of the restaurant we're going to. While this seemed like a quick means of transportation, it took freaking forever to get there. Apparently they are doing construction on some of the tracks, so we were traveling at the same speed at which Sidney will chase food. Well, maybe not that fast.
I love riding public transportation for there is always some interesting character on board. This ride was no exception. For awhile, I thought it would be a quiet ride. But by stop number 5, these two sistas hop on and are just talking their heads off. "Aw, he full of it. He don't have to go no more than 3 stops. He just talking so we be feeling sorry for his ass... Well, that's when I be calling up my baby daddy and see what he has to say about it... Girrrl, you know I ain't havin' nothing to do with none of all that..." And so on and so forth. They were also combing each other's hair. You know, Chicago's windy and they probably just got it did.
We get off at our stop and head towards the Blue Water Grill . Oh my gosh. If you are ever in Chicago, please, go eat at this restaurant. From the homemade crackers on the table to the espresso martini, everything that touched my palate was amazing. For an appetizer, we had their special sushi roll. I don't know what was in it, and I don't really care. It was delicious. And for my entree, I had sauteed Alaskan halibut on top of a corn risotto cake with lump crab meat, watercress, and shaved asparagus. Each bite was more orgasmic than the next. Unfortunately, my belly was at max capacity and I couldn't finish it, nor could I order dessert. However, I did find room enough to fit a bite of Budd's dessert in there - a warm chocolate center bittersweet chocolate tart, dark chocolate sorbet and shaved white chocolate. Oh, and three very strong Absolut Mandarin and tonic cocktails. Mmmm...mmm.
After dinner we decided to go out for another drink. Some guys we were with, who I thought were a couple, but learned they were not after my friend told them I thought they were, decided we were going to this bar above this really trendy sushi joint. I don't remember what the name of the bar was, but if I had to guess, I would say it was Club Le' Douche. Talk about a sausage party at the bar.
Maybe it was a gay club, maybe not. But these guys were looking for some action. Unfortunately for them, I don't think they found any. We stayed for one drink before we felt the doucheyness rubbing off on us and decided to leave.
Oh, I must back track. The whole night Budd is macking on this girl. She met us at dinner, which he paid for, and then he rode with her to her brother's house before meeting us at Le' Douche. He is wining and dining this girl and she is all about him. Well, as we are leaving Le' Douche, they come in and he decides that we need to have one more drink down in the sushi place. Fine. The boys took tequila shots while I puked in my mouth. Then I had another VT. This place was much better than the last place, however, I question the credibility of the DJ. I'm not sure what his name was, but I have dubbed him DJ Right Click.
I thought DJ's were supposed to use records. What did he use? An ipod. However, he had all of the equipment set up to look like he was spinning records. The only thing he was spinning was his finger around his pod. Ew, that kind of sounds perverted. Anyway, we finish up our drinks and head out to catch a cab. Did Budd seal the deal? Hell no. That ho went back to her car and left my boy high and dry. What a tease. I love when girls use guys to pay for their food and drinks and then won't even give a little sugar at the end of the night. I have never done that in my life, ever. Stupid hos.
So, we hop in the cab and head home. This takes about half the time that the el took and we were able to all get really close to one another. After we get home we drink some really good beer - PBR and listen to some tunes. I got comfy on the couch and do what I always do in that position - fell asleep. I woke up long enough to throw on my pjs and go to my bed - on the hardwood floor - with no sleeping mat - just a sheet and a blanket. Warning: Do not try this at home.
(This is not a photo of me.)
10:07 a.m.
Thanks to a toothache, I was able to leave work early on Friday. It just so happens that my toothache occurred on the day when boycotter and I were to leave for Chicago. So, what does that mean? We hit the road early.
Our trip began around 3:00. While I wanted to get on the road earlier, this was a good driving time because we avoided most of the weekend traffic. The ride went by pretty quickly and before we knew it, we were approaching Chicago. What we didn't know, however, was that dumb ass Mapquest gave us a route going through toll booths.
Of course, we hardly had any change. First toll booth, no problem - $.15. Wow. We were amazed at the low charge and were all high-fiving and whatnot. What? Another toll booth. Fine. $.50. It's okay. We got it. Drive a few more miles. WTF? Another toll booth. This time - $2.50. $2.50? Seriously? We scraped together some dimes and pennies and luckily had just enough to make it through. By this time, what should have taken us about 10 minutes to get into town, took us more like 35. So, now it's dark, it's about 7:30, we still have about half an hour to drive and we have dinner reservations at 9:00.
So, we finally get to within 6 miles of our destination. Time: 7:55. Great. We will have time to park, hit the loo, freshen up and leave for dinner. We get to my friend's house and J. Budd, my roommate from Telluride, meets us at the street. While this is a pretty cool neighborhood to live in, there is NO parking.
Anywhere. We drive for blocks and blocks, circling the hood. Nothing. Finally we drive a mile or so away and find a spot. By this time, I'm starting to worry that we aren't going to make our reservation in time. "We have plenty of time," Budd said. "We're in Central Time." Oh yeah. I totally forgot we were in a different time zone. Talk about changing my outlook on life. So, instead of freaking out, I breathed a sigh of relief and we headed to the house.
Waiting inside were three of my friends from CO that I haven't seen in a couple of years. It always makes me sad seeing friends from that time in my life. It makes me miss the mountains and want to cry. In fact, tears are falling onto the keyboard as I type.
NOT! Ha, you people are so gullible. Like I cry. You know my tear ducts don't work. Wah, wah. I'm so sad. Please. Anyway, we chill out for a while, drink a couple of beers, smoke a little...nicotine, then head for the el.
Luckily, my friends live right by the el, and it stops within a block of the restaurant we're going to. While this seemed like a quick means of transportation, it took freaking forever to get there. Apparently they are doing construction on some of the tracks, so we were traveling at the same speed at which Sidney will chase food. Well, maybe not that fast.
I love riding public transportation for there is always some interesting character on board. This ride was no exception. For awhile, I thought it would be a quiet ride. But by stop number 5, these two sistas hop on and are just talking their heads off. "Aw, he full of it. He don't have to go no more than 3 stops. He just talking so we be feeling sorry for his ass... Well, that's when I be calling up my baby daddy and see what he has to say about it... Girrrl, you know I ain't havin' nothing to do with none of all that..." And so on and so forth. They were also combing each other's hair. You know, Chicago's windy and they probably just got it did.
We get off at our stop and head towards the Blue Water Grill . Oh my gosh. If you are ever in Chicago, please, go eat at this restaurant. From the homemade crackers on the table to the espresso martini, everything that touched my palate was amazing. For an appetizer, we had their special sushi roll. I don't know what was in it, and I don't really care. It was delicious. And for my entree, I had sauteed Alaskan halibut on top of a corn risotto cake with lump crab meat, watercress, and shaved asparagus. Each bite was more orgasmic than the next. Unfortunately, my belly was at max capacity and I couldn't finish it, nor could I order dessert. However, I did find room enough to fit a bite of Budd's dessert in there - a warm chocolate center bittersweet chocolate tart, dark chocolate sorbet and shaved white chocolate. Oh, and three very strong Absolut Mandarin and tonic cocktails. Mmmm...mmm.
After dinner we decided to go out for another drink. Some guys we were with, who I thought were a couple, but learned they were not after my friend told them I thought they were, decided we were going to this bar above this really trendy sushi joint. I don't remember what the name of the bar was, but if I had to guess, I would say it was Club Le' Douche. Talk about a sausage party at the bar.
Maybe it was a gay club, maybe not. But these guys were looking for some action. Unfortunately for them, I don't think they found any. We stayed for one drink before we felt the doucheyness rubbing off on us and decided to leave.
Oh, I must back track. The whole night Budd is macking on this girl. She met us at dinner, which he paid for, and then he rode with her to her brother's house before meeting us at Le' Douche. He is wining and dining this girl and she is all about him. Well, as we are leaving Le' Douche, they come in and he decides that we need to have one more drink down in the sushi place. Fine. The boys took tequila shots while I puked in my mouth. Then I had another VT. This place was much better than the last place, however, I question the credibility of the DJ. I'm not sure what his name was, but I have dubbed him DJ Right Click.
I thought DJ's were supposed to use records. What did he use? An ipod. However, he had all of the equipment set up to look like he was spinning records. The only thing he was spinning was his finger around his pod. Ew, that kind of sounds perverted. Anyway, we finish up our drinks and head out to catch a cab. Did Budd seal the deal? Hell no. That ho went back to her car and left my boy high and dry. What a tease. I love when girls use guys to pay for their food and drinks and then won't even give a little sugar at the end of the night. I have never done that in my life, ever. Stupid hos.
So, we hop in the cab and head home. This takes about half the time that the el took and we were able to all get really close to one another. After we get home we drink some really good beer - PBR and listen to some tunes. I got comfy on the couch and do what I always do in that position - fell asleep. I woke up long enough to throw on my pjs and go to my bed - on the hardwood floor - with no sleeping mat - just a sheet and a blanket. Warning: Do not try this at home.
(This is not a photo of me.)
Monday, October 22, 2007
Go shorty, it's your birthday
Monday 10/22/2007
2:18 p.m.
I would like to wish a very happy birthday to a woman, without whom I would not have been created. Happy birthday Mom! I hope you have a great day. You are the best mother a daughter could hope to come out of.
I'm sorry for:
- All the years I acted like a total spoiled brat
- All the times I was a bitch to you. I didn't mean any of it. You know, it's just a phase we kids go through.
- That I lied to you so much when I was a teenager... and in my early 20s.
- I was a wild child.
- I wrecked my car the first time I took it to Jackson. Then I went to the football game and didn't call you until on the way home.
- I skipped class so much to go to far away states to see Widespread Panic concerts.
- I sold my textbooks to have money to go to concerts (see above).
- I got tatoos and my nose pierced (not really, but I'm sorry it upset you).
Thanks for:
- Getting me that Teddy Ruxpin when I was 5.
- Not grounding me too much.
- Allowing me to follow my own path.
- My first and second car.
- Letting me cook for you.
- Pretending to like some of my boyfriends, even though I know you were thinking "What the hell?"
- Being a great mom/ friend.
- Putting up with my bs for 26 years.
2:18 p.m.
I would like to wish a very happy birthday to a woman, without whom I would not have been created. Happy birthday Mom! I hope you have a great day. You are the best mother a daughter could hope to come out of.
I'm sorry for:
- All the years I acted like a total spoiled brat
- All the times I was a bitch to you. I didn't mean any of it. You know, it's just a phase we kids go through.
- That I lied to you so much when I was a teenager... and in my early 20s.
- I was a wild child.
- I wrecked my car the first time I took it to Jackson. Then I went to the football game and didn't call you until on the way home.
- I skipped class so much to go to far away states to see Widespread Panic concerts.
- I sold my textbooks to have money to go to concerts (see above).
- I got tatoos and my nose pierced (not really, but I'm sorry it upset you).
Thanks for:
- Getting me that Teddy Ruxpin when I was 5.
- Not grounding me too much.
- Allowing me to follow my own path.
- My first and second car.
- Letting me cook for you.
- Pretending to like some of my boyfriends, even though I know you were thinking "What the hell?"
- Being a great mom/ friend.
- Putting up with my bs for 26 years.
Friday, October 19, 2007
What ever happened to...
Friday 10/19/2007
9:52 a.m.
Wow! I just realized that I totally forgot to post my new weekly topic of "What ever happened to...". What ever happened to my memory should be the question. Well, I guess a few days late isn't too bad.
Whatever happened to Tevin Campbell?
Remember that cute little kid who had the hit "Round and Round"? He was nominated for a Grammy and sang in the Prince film Graffiti Bridge. He made an appearance on an episode of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as Ashley's celebrity crush. He took her out on a date, but Will was following them around and gettin' all up in their business. And all Ashley wanted to do was get some sugar. In the end, she got a little kiss and all was right with the world.
Well, you know what happened to cute little Tevin after all of that? He was partying like it was 1999 and got arrested for soliciting oral sex from an undercover cop posing as a male prostitute in Van Nuys, California. Sick! I guess he wanted it to go "Round and Round" in his, well, never mind. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. And the cops also found marijuana residue in his car. What the hell does that mean? He must have been so stoned from taking resin hits that he totally got the munchies. He thought the hot girl was offering him a hot dog. When the whole time it wasn't a hot dog at all.
That crazy Tevin. He pleaded no contest to the misdemeanor of solicitation, and as a result had to fork over $1080.50 in fines, attend meetings of Narcotics Anonymous and participate in a court-sanctioned AIDS awareness class. Note: Stay away from trannies.
These days Tevin has cleaned up his act and is currently playing the role of Seaweed J. Stubbs in the Broadway musical Hairspray. He has been with the cast since December 2005. He also returned to the studios last year, working with producers Scott Storch, The Underdogs, Krucial Keys, Bryan Michael Cox, Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins, and Ryan Leslie and his longtime associate KeArt. The comeback album is to be released sometime this year.
Source: Wikipedia
9:52 a.m.
Wow! I just realized that I totally forgot to post my new weekly topic of "What ever happened to...". What ever happened to my memory should be the question. Well, I guess a few days late isn't too bad.
Whatever happened to Tevin Campbell?
Remember that cute little kid who had the hit "Round and Round"? He was nominated for a Grammy and sang in the Prince film Graffiti Bridge. He made an appearance on an episode of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as Ashley's celebrity crush. He took her out on a date, but Will was following them around and gettin' all up in their business. And all Ashley wanted to do was get some sugar. In the end, she got a little kiss and all was right with the world.
Well, you know what happened to cute little Tevin after all of that? He was partying like it was 1999 and got arrested for soliciting oral sex from an undercover cop posing as a male prostitute in Van Nuys, California. Sick! I guess he wanted it to go "Round and Round" in his, well, never mind. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. And the cops also found marijuana residue in his car. What the hell does that mean? He must have been so stoned from taking resin hits that he totally got the munchies. He thought the hot girl was offering him a hot dog. When the whole time it wasn't a hot dog at all.
That crazy Tevin. He pleaded no contest to the misdemeanor of solicitation, and as a result had to fork over $1080.50 in fines, attend meetings of Narcotics Anonymous and participate in a court-sanctioned AIDS awareness class. Note: Stay away from trannies.
These days Tevin has cleaned up his act and is currently playing the role of Seaweed J. Stubbs in the Broadway musical Hairspray. He has been with the cast since December 2005. He also returned to the studios last year, working with producers Scott Storch, The Underdogs, Krucial Keys, Bryan Michael Cox, Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins, and Ryan Leslie and his longtime associate KeArt. The comeback album is to be released sometime this year.
Source: Wikipedia
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Note to readers
Tuesday 10/16/2007
2:58 p.m.
Just so you know... I'm not posting anything other than this today because my occipital lobe has been throbbing for the past few hours and it's causing my creativity to wane. Hopefully the throbbing will cease by tomorrow and the words will flow like the wine I drank last night.
2:58 p.m.
Just so you know... I'm not posting anything other than this today because my occipital lobe has been throbbing for the past few hours and it's causing my creativity to wane. Hopefully the throbbing will cease by tomorrow and the words will flow like the wine I drank last night.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Go shorty, it's your birthday
Monday 10/15/2007
4:07 p.m.
I want to wish a very happy birthday to a wonderful woman. She is intelligent, beautiful, funny, sassy, wise, thoughtful and caring. She's an excellent listener who is always there when you need her. She has good jokes about pop-stars. And she always looks fashionable. She folds my laundry when I leave it in the drier and she brings me surprises like candy, fruit and vitamin water. She also brings me treats for my dog, which is nice. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Laura. You're the best!
4:07 p.m.
I want to wish a very happy birthday to a wonderful woman. She is intelligent, beautiful, funny, sassy, wise, thoughtful and caring. She's an excellent listener who is always there when you need her. She has good jokes about pop-stars. And she always looks fashionable. She folds my laundry when I leave it in the drier and she brings me surprises like candy, fruit and vitamin water. She also brings me treats for my dog, which is nice. So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Laura. You're the best!
Weekend update: Saturday
Monday 10/15/2007
11:24 a.m.
Saturday, what a beautiful day... to be in the car for 5 1/2 hours. Originally we planned to be on the road at 8:30. We get in the car and head to boycotter's house at 9:30. Someone is a Mr. Grumpypants, so it is imperative that we go to Starbuck's before doing anything. So, we get some joe and hit up the gas station before hitting the highway. Lucky for us, there just so happened to be a biker convention right next to the gas station. We pull into a sea of black leather and tanned skin and I go into the shop.
Since this is mine and Laura's last weekend to inhale nicotine, I go in for one last pack of fiberglass coated delight.
While checking out I get carded and the guy's like, "Oh, I thought your name was Middletown. You're the Queen of Louisville." Uh, yeah. And your the king of Dorkyville. I told him he could call me that though if he wanted. In fact, I kind of like that. I think from now on everyone should call me the Queen of Louisville. I want people to bow down to me when I pass and kiss my feet. Never mind. That would take up way too much of my time and I don't really feel like dealing with it. Moving on.
So, we finally start driving a little after 10:00. Technically, it was 9:00 Central time, so we weren't too far behind schedule. The ride wasn't too bad, other than the fact that my cd player in my car is broken, so I have to use a discman. And the tape adapter to my discman is jacked up, so every 30 seconds or so it the tape would flip on its on and the music would dissappear. Not annoying at all.
We get to Birmingham around 2:30 and check into the hotel. After checking in they gave us warm moist chocolate chip cookies. Have you ever heard of such? It really comforted me. After dropping our bags off and doing a quick score check, we headed to 5 Points to grab a late lunch. We were deceptively told that we would be able to watch the MSU/ UT game somewhere. However, this was not the case and we were forced to watch the LSU/ UK game. We walked into the 5 Points Grill and sat at the bar. Oddly enough, the bartender was a guy that worked with boycotter in college. Random. Good bartender though. We had an excellent meal - Grilled Portabella sandwich for me, blackened grouper for him. And the drinks... let's just say that the bartender apologized for making the drinks too strong. That was a first.
We left the bar around 4:30 and headed back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding. As we were heading to the lobby I noticed a guy that I haven't seen in years. He is the brother of a girl I used to be friends with back in the day. Anyway, the last time I saw his sister was at Jubilee Jam in Jackson. She was totally hammered and every time she would walk past us she would say, "Jam Ya'll".
It was really funny. So, we talked small talk for a bit and then headed to the house where the wedding was taking place.
The ceremony was outdoors and couldn't have been lovelier, or shorter. The best weddings are short ones, in my opinion. The whole time I kept laughing, thinking, "I can't believe he's getting married." But that's what you always say when one of your friends get married. Not even 30 seconds after the ceremony was over, everyone was already standing in line at the bar. You gotta love an open bar at a wedding. And besides everyone drinking already, all the conversations were about football. Everywhere you turned, "Oh, the Rebels should have won that game." "TN wasn't such a bad loss." "I can't believe KY won." Yeah, me neither.
We had a blast at the reception. Open bars are always good. The band was rocking and boycotter and I got the thumbs up from the lead singer on our sweet dance moves. Around 9:00 everyone gathered their rose petals and headed outside to see the newlyweds off.
Well, they got in the car and drove away as everyone cheered. 5 minutes later... they were back at the wedding. They did a fake send-off because some of the family had to go in early. And the party kept rolling for another hour and a half. At around 10:30 everyone headed back to the hotel to go to sleep.
HA! Fooled you. Like anyone was going to sleep. Never. Pretty much everyone went to their rooms where more booze was waiting and changed clothes to hit the town. After everyone changed we all met at the hotel bar and had more drinks. Then we all hoofed it up to 5 points for, drum roll please... more drinks.
While I wanted to go do a little booty dancing (don't all girls want to do that when they're drunk?) we opted to go to the piano bar instead. This was fun. We got in a little foosball action as well as a pool game or two. Plus it was nice to hang out with peeps I haven't seen in a while. I forgot that in towns that aren't as cool as the town I live in, the bars close at 2:00. So at 1:30, they started kicking us out. So most people went to the bar where the booty music was playing, which is where I wanted to go. However, the boycotter and his friend weren't feeling it, so we walked back to the hotel.
When we get back I am drunk and starving. Room service - closed. Pizza delivery - closed. There is no food. Finally we got the people at the front desk to open the snack counter and give us some potato chips and cheese nips. Well, I inhaled my bag, while boycotter just threw cheese nips at my head the whole time.
After doing my best impersonation of a pig, I pass out. Boycotter isn't happy about this and starts talking smack trying to get me up. I'm not sure how long it took me to get up, but I finally did, made it to the bathroom to brush the cheese out of my teeth and wash my face, and get in the bed again. Next up - fight. Details will be spared. It wasn't pretty.
11:24 a.m.
Saturday, what a beautiful day... to be in the car for 5 1/2 hours. Originally we planned to be on the road at 8:30. We get in the car and head to boycotter's house at 9:30. Someone is a Mr. Grumpypants, so it is imperative that we go to Starbuck's before doing anything. So, we get some joe and hit up the gas station before hitting the highway. Lucky for us, there just so happened to be a biker convention right next to the gas station. We pull into a sea of black leather and tanned skin and I go into the shop.
Since this is mine and Laura's last weekend to inhale nicotine, I go in for one last pack of fiberglass coated delight.
While checking out I get carded and the guy's like, "Oh, I thought your name was Middletown. You're the Queen of Louisville." Uh, yeah. And your the king of Dorkyville. I told him he could call me that though if he wanted. In fact, I kind of like that. I think from now on everyone should call me the Queen of Louisville. I want people to bow down to me when I pass and kiss my feet. Never mind. That would take up way too much of my time and I don't really feel like dealing with it. Moving on.
So, we finally start driving a little after 10:00. Technically, it was 9:00 Central time, so we weren't too far behind schedule. The ride wasn't too bad, other than the fact that my cd player in my car is broken, so I have to use a discman. And the tape adapter to my discman is jacked up, so every 30 seconds or so it the tape would flip on its on and the music would dissappear. Not annoying at all.
We get to Birmingham around 2:30 and check into the hotel. After checking in they gave us warm moist chocolate chip cookies. Have you ever heard of such? It really comforted me. After dropping our bags off and doing a quick score check, we headed to 5 Points to grab a late lunch. We were deceptively told that we would be able to watch the MSU/ UT game somewhere. However, this was not the case and we were forced to watch the LSU/ UK game. We walked into the 5 Points Grill and sat at the bar. Oddly enough, the bartender was a guy that worked with boycotter in college. Random. Good bartender though. We had an excellent meal - Grilled Portabella sandwich for me, blackened grouper for him. And the drinks... let's just say that the bartender apologized for making the drinks too strong. That was a first.
We left the bar around 4:30 and headed back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding. As we were heading to the lobby I noticed a guy that I haven't seen in years. He is the brother of a girl I used to be friends with back in the day. Anyway, the last time I saw his sister was at Jubilee Jam in Jackson. She was totally hammered and every time she would walk past us she would say, "Jam Ya'll".
It was really funny. So, we talked small talk for a bit and then headed to the house where the wedding was taking place.
The ceremony was outdoors and couldn't have been lovelier, or shorter. The best weddings are short ones, in my opinion. The whole time I kept laughing, thinking, "I can't believe he's getting married." But that's what you always say when one of your friends get married. Not even 30 seconds after the ceremony was over, everyone was already standing in line at the bar. You gotta love an open bar at a wedding. And besides everyone drinking already, all the conversations were about football. Everywhere you turned, "Oh, the Rebels should have won that game." "TN wasn't such a bad loss." "I can't believe KY won." Yeah, me neither.
We had a blast at the reception. Open bars are always good. The band was rocking and boycotter and I got the thumbs up from the lead singer on our sweet dance moves. Around 9:00 everyone gathered their rose petals and headed outside to see the newlyweds off.
Well, they got in the car and drove away as everyone cheered. 5 minutes later... they were back at the wedding. They did a fake send-off because some of the family had to go in early. And the party kept rolling for another hour and a half. At around 10:30 everyone headed back to the hotel to go to sleep.
HA! Fooled you. Like anyone was going to sleep. Never. Pretty much everyone went to their rooms where more booze was waiting and changed clothes to hit the town. After everyone changed we all met at the hotel bar and had more drinks. Then we all hoofed it up to 5 points for, drum roll please... more drinks.
While I wanted to go do a little booty dancing (don't all girls want to do that when they're drunk?) we opted to go to the piano bar instead. This was fun. We got in a little foosball action as well as a pool game or two. Plus it was nice to hang out with peeps I haven't seen in a while. I forgot that in towns that aren't as cool as the town I live in, the bars close at 2:00. So at 1:30, they started kicking us out. So most people went to the bar where the booty music was playing, which is where I wanted to go. However, the boycotter and his friend weren't feeling it, so we walked back to the hotel.
When we get back I am drunk and starving. Room service - closed. Pizza delivery - closed. There is no food. Finally we got the people at the front desk to open the snack counter and give us some potato chips and cheese nips. Well, I inhaled my bag, while boycotter just threw cheese nips at my head the whole time.
After doing my best impersonation of a pig, I pass out. Boycotter isn't happy about this and starts talking smack trying to get me up. I'm not sure how long it took me to get up, but I finally did, made it to the bathroom to brush the cheese out of my teeth and wash my face, and get in the bed again. Next up - fight. Details will be spared. It wasn't pretty.
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