Iconz - Get “Crunked” Up
I remember blasting this song all the time when I was working at Da Bomb. I’m sure that my cousins and I are the only ones that remember that I actually worked there for a few months.
Oh, you have a desk job? That’s, uh, nice.
I just realized that my friend Ella is in the Peace Corps and is doing big things in Peru. I’ve been her friend on Facebook for awhile, but I had never really read her profile, because who has time for all that? I’m happy for her, but yet at the same time I’m sad for me. Yet another instance where I’m reminded that I’m totally Loser Von Patheticston.
Here’s her peace corps blog, where hopefully you’ll learn about her awesome adventures where she visits a foreign land and changes their lives in ways that you couldn’t imagine. Last year I let a kid go to the restroom before me at a gas station in Pleasanton, on my way to Corpus. We are all saints in our own way.
March 18, 2008
I’m back
One thing I never understood about Jordan Brand affiliation with college basketball teams - how the hell did Cal-Berkeley get that affiliation? Maybe from back when Jason Kidd was rocking J’s, I don’t know.
The cynicist in me tells me that the pan over the “Appalachian Mountaineers” logo is a subtle dig at the Michigan Wolverines, which will be an adidas program starting this summer.
March 3, 2008
How did I miss this?
I had Grandma’s Boy on the DVR for about a month before I finally was able to watch it last night. I don’t now how I went so long without seeing this, but this was easily the most that I’ve laughed all frickin’ year, for any movie. Marcelina was very amused - I don’t think she’s seen Daddy’s true guffawing in action yet. When she was younger, my stupid laugh would scare her, but now she tries to copy me: she laughs as loud as she can, even though she has no clue what’s going on.
This was easily my favorite scene.
Man, it was great to see a truly funny Happy Madison production - the best since Deuce Bigalow.
February 22, 2008
I ate like poop today
Three kolaches, a couple of donut holes (from Howdy Donut) and a fish and shrimp plate from Terry’s.
I’m going to try to make up for it at the trail after work. Right after I take a massive dumparoo. My stomach is churning.
February 4, 2008
Return of the N*E*R*D
Mark Mangino
February 3, 2008
February 3, 2008
This day will forever be known as one of the most glorious days in all of the land, for the mighty, douchey New England Patriots have fallen to the lowly New York Giants.
Also, I lost my virginity today.
January 31, 2008
I’m not alone
I’m waiting on the island awhile for our elderly client to leave our restricted parking garage, when one of the students rolls up. White dude, glasses, in a Toyota Tacoma crew cab. Regular kind of guy. He opens his window and he’s bumping some dance music. Wait a minute, I say to myself, this kid seems pretty straight. I thought I was the only hetero blasting the dance music (BPM, if you must know) with the windows open. It even gets to where I’ll change the station before I open my window or door for any reason. Mostly because I roll through the east side, and I don’t think most residents in that area take too kindly to dance music.
This is the only music that can keep me hype. It’s all I listen to when I’m barely fast walking and gasping for breath running. Not even the long old school mixes of Woody Wood or Dennis Blaze can keep me motivated like the dance music can. I’m so glad I’m not alone.
January 21, 2008
it doesn’t take much to start the faucet
Today they had a lunchtime gospel concert at my job as a part of the general MLK celebration. I don’t know what it is, but when I hear that oldtime gospel music, my allergies always start acting up. (Yes, I know I’m a big wuss who will cry for any reason.) Today was no exception. It would’ve been pretty embarrassing to have the waterworks come out in front of all my co-workers, but I have a feeling that they wouldn’t have minded. And it wasn’t even like it was sad music - it was the usual uplifting stuff. I guess some would say that this shows that I don’t have enough of the Lord in my life.
Once every few months, I try to go Stubbs Gospel Brunch to try and get my “God fix”. It always feels so good, combining two of my loves: urban gospel music and stuffing food into my fat face. I suppose that I could get this feeling every weekend or whatever, but I prefer have my God-intake come in small doses.
Some people ask why I don’t go to Church and I always tell them that 12 years of private school burned me out on Mass. That’s probably not at all true - I think it has way more to do with the fact that I’m incredibly lazy.
I’m going to have to start making regular appearances at Church, though. Mary Alice insists that we baptize Marcelina soon and the only way I’ll feel good about that is if we dive headfirst into full religion mode.