Friday, August 28, 2009

Is your vote in?

Vote for the district B town councilor in watertown...

My vote goes to my favorite guy...Mr. Fred Sullivan!

http://www.wickedlocal.com/watertown/news/x1886186863/Poll-Who-would-you-vote-for-in-District-B

Thank you for taking the time to vote!

Moral: Stay greasy

Keep dancin'

Slimmies

Ladies, I have a social experiment I would love for you all to participate in (leave comments). Some friends and I battle between the world of sensitivity and greasiness. In fact we have world war III going on right now on the field of fantasy football. So where do you come in, right? Where do the ladies come in...

Well your situation, as it were, is to respond to this simple question. Do women enjoy being called a slimmie, or a flock of you slimmies? Do note that this is not pronounced slimy. Have you ever been called a slimmie? Do you enjoy it when males call you slimmies? Do you think it is insensitivie of men to do so...

The value of your insight at the current time would help mitigate the arguement and concurrently improve one side. Let's not be suspect about this, ladies. Let's just put our thoughts in the comments section below so as to weigh in on this democratic arguement between sensitivity and grease...



Moral: Keep your ears to the grindstone.

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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Classical sauce...

I'm back on the classical kick as far as music goes. I've been listening to Mozart, Chopin, Vivaldi, etc etc etc...and it's all thanks to the soloist. Robert Downey Jr and Jamie Foxx in an excellent film. Foxx plays a chelo player who's living on the streets when Downey finds him. They speak of Ludvig Von's statue that was put up in LA and hit it off in an interesting way...

Downey is a reporter who writes about the down on his luck Foxx and the story takes off from there. I'm not a spoiler of good film so you will just have to see where it goes from there. However listening to the chelo and the classical just hit a note that seemed to be missing from my life for quite some time.

I used to listen to classical as a child and tell my mother I hated it; I didn't hate it, I just liked bustin her balls, cause I never wanted her to know she was right about anything. I just never appreciated it when I was younger and it seems to make more sense as you age, since you have many more experiences to reflect upon...



Moral: It's also great aggressive driving music ;-)

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Windows...

I hate windows. With a passion in fact. I mean things do run smoothly when the program decides to install everything on the first try. I mean this time around it didn't even ask for the product key after a hard drive format. That's pretty weird now that I think of it, but it's all good, I couldn't read the little typing after all the cigar smoke my eyes ingested...

It's up and running, smooth, fast, sleek, powerful, so powerful I hear the fan. Fuckin thing sounds like im at the airport sitting inside listening to the jet's propellers after landing...loud motha fucka...but solid. Classic dell desktop, some of the strongest computers built as far as a desktop off the shelf is concerned...

Windows log-on screen, get into it, go to install the virus protection software (AVG Free, only the best for this baby) and bam, NO FUCKING NET! How the fuck does windows not install the driver for the Ethernet card when it installed everything else, including the product key...some things will never be answered...



Moral: In the meantime, there is Vista to drive us even madder...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Not happenin'

I wish I had more time to read. It's just not happening and I want to. I logged into my amazon account after the Reaper told me about a book today and I have a list of 35 or 36 books that I have on there. I've been meaning to read them but the time, ahhh, the time is just not there. I've got a meeting here or a project there, or driving to and from such and such...

I guess I could always cut out the hookah, but then I would be. It's my thinking time so that won't be happening. It's the driving really that takes a lot of time. Hitting traffic, stop signs, red lights, Sunday drivers. Every day I manage to get behind someone who is out on their stroll. I'm in no rush by any means but when the speed limit is posted at 55 and they are chillin doing 37, that erks me...

So what's the solution. I have to drive. I can't not drive. Besides I love driving anyhow, so that can't get cut either. I'm a bit befuzzled, as it were, and I have a meeting to get to. Amazing how the day is gone without having even started it yet. I guess that's why being spontaneous is so much fun...



Moral: Just let it happen as it will...

Keep dancin'

Monday, August 24, 2009

That's my idea of a sunday...

Saturday night we head out for a friends bday, New-squared happy bday :), and I'm the DD, relaxing, enjoying the music. Head home around 2+am and play some online poker til 4am or so. 730am phone call. My buddy's graduating and he wants some cigars. So I do what any good friend would, head over, open up the shop and give him the homeboy discount...

He takes off, i head across the street to get my usual weekend breakfast. 4 eggs over easy, bacon, home fries and scali toasted buttered up real greasy! Oh yeah suckas, it's so good, try it, and let me know. Eat up the breakfast it's around 830am and pack up some tangerine dream...and go to town...

6 hour of town to be exact. I just sat there smoking and smoking and the flavor would not run out. It tasted like orange tic tacs, and for those of you who enjoy tic tacs, specifically orange ones, once you pop, you really just can't stop...



Moral: Smoke if you got'em

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