Seriously?

Okay, this week has been absurd.
First, thanks ConEd for totally ruining my weekend and forgetting how to hook up our campus to power. You get the gold medal of life. Morons.
Next, the Phillies won the world series. Now, as a Mets fan, I was going to begrudgingly give them credit.
But everything I have heard out of their mouths after the night they won has been about how they are better than the Mets.
Hey, morons, we know- you won the World Series, the Mets did not make the play offs.
Is your inferiority to New York so ingrained in your collective nut sacs that whenever you get a twinge of joy or anything resembling an erection that you have to remind yourselves that you are some how superior to my home city? We get it- you won, we didn't. Isn't that enough?
Apparently not, since at the parade today, Jimmy Rollins decided to talk smack about the Mets. Except head to head, the Mets won the season series. What the fuck Philly?
I had more to type, but I forgot it in rage.

I had a dream...

..that Barack Obama was performing with the Dillinger Four.

Shards of Alex

This was supposed to be an entry about my experience in the Shards of Alara release events on Magic Online. I cashed out from Traders, bought my cards and settled in to play. I won round one on the back of a strong Exalted chain, and was getting ready for round two when I got a bleep on my phone from security, asking me about this evening's event. We work it out.
Round two starts and I lose game one. Game two, I get bleeped and they need me there. I scoop, drop, and get dressed, only to get bleeped that I am no longer needed. Of course.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but the one time I invest in something, this happens.
Oh well, can't complain more than I have. I really do love it here, but have no one to complain to, so I'm complaining here!
Instead I dropped some of my Traders earnings on some common playsets and have been building new decks all night. This Standard is a ton more fun than the previous one.
But now for stuff for the people who have no idea about my sick twisted hobbies...
I never really understood why my friends come to me for relationship advice. I mean, I don't have the best track record in that field, but people confide in me and apparently I am quite sage in this area. Who knew? In the past two months, three separate people have come to me for advice and I have been helpful.
So last.fm is totally awesome. As one student astutely noticed, I am addicted to music, and this website totally feeds my addiction. Now I can listen to just about anything I want to at work. Awesome.
This + punkradiocast + pandora = good times!
So, I'm in here for the rest of the night, and hopefully nothing will happen.

Backstreet Boys =/= Baseball

Okay, seriously, I don't care that they are from Tampa Bay. The Backstreet Boys are just not baseball. They are not hard-nosed, running out double play, home run hitting musicians. They should be no where near the world series. They should be closer to a drainage pipe outside a leper colony.
Also, seriously, what the hell is up with Kevin Kennedy on the Fox coverage? The first thing he mentions before game one is how the Phillies beat out the Mets. Hey, Kevin, genius, the Mets did not even make the playoffs. You totally neglected to mention how they beat the Brewers and the Dodgers, two actual playoff teams, on their way to the World Series. Nice going jackass, twist the knife deeper. Shave your mustache.
For what it's worth, let's go Rays. I hate the Phillies, and I hope they fail miserably.
Why did it take me this long to find out about Last.FM? I really love this site and it has become part of my regular musical rotation at my desk. I am sure all the students really love walking into my office and hearing Polar Bear Club blaring, if they're lucky. I know I have a distinct taste in music but I enjoy being able to listen to music while I work. Heck, I love having a car because it means that when I drive people places, I get to impose my musical will upon them.
Anyway, I love this shit. I can just tool around all day rocking out. It also makes suggestions for things I might like, which is cool- I'm always looking to learn about more music. However, I am wary since they've also recommended that I order cheese on my hookers.
That must be a bug.
back to the point- how the hell do you approach a touchy subject, like free speech? I never want to take away the rights of people to express their view point (I keep a blog for fuffs sake), but I am dealing with people who are not really expressing anything. They just restate information without reporting, and seem to have no regard for grammar and spelling. I am a bit of an ass about this, since I write often, was an English major, and spent time as an editor. Yes, I'm one of those douches who actually goes around looking for mistakes. Yet, when you publish something and out it out there, you don't want to spell committee comity (even though comity is a word).
Yes, I do work at a institution of higher learning.

The stories of my life

A conversation had over G-chat, names have been changed to protect the innocent

Ash: so my drummer, steve was out of his mind drunk saturday night
me: And?
Ash: well, james and i notice that he was sitting on the couch talking to this girl
and we were like "go steve!"
we walk outside for a bit
come back and he's got his tounge down her throat
we were like "yes!"
i go to grab another delicous pbr and i come back watching then go upstairs to a bedroom
we all start chanting steve's name
because we're retarded
we ask him the next day how things were
he said not so good
me: How not good?
Ash: i preface this by saying it is gross
steve had a bad case of whisky dick...so not much was happening after like an hour
me: HAHAHAHA
Ash: so he goes and turns the light on to get dressed
and there's blood everywhere
he screams "OH MY GOD!!!"
me: Did he chop it off?
Ash: he might has well have
apparently, in his drunken stupor, he thought he was bleeding
me: But...
Ash: nope
me: Dude, what happened....
Ash: exactly what you think happened
me: It fell off?
Or did he rub it raw?
Dude, you cannot leave me hanging here.
me: Please dude, please, end the suspense...my stomach is lurching in anticipation.
Ash: dude
please tell me you're not serious
me: I mean like, it's turning...I need closure.
Ash: alright fine
he asked macguyver later if she was a virgin
he started laughing hysterically
and said "you have period blood on your dick!!"
me: Wow, you know what...after like all that
Right before you typed it, I got it.
This just proves how long it's been since I've been anywhere close to a woman and her lady-parts.
Ash: hahahahahaha
i was gonna say...

I was working for the weekend, but I got fired.

I feel like I wasted this weekend. I mean, it started off great. I got second place in Classic PDC and my parents came up for some exploring. But then I got some awful stomach cramps and ended up staying in bed for four hours farting up a storm. This is what happens- I get gassy and cramps, so I have to lay down and fart.
So I was woken up by the Breast Cancer Walk this morning and couldn't fall back asleep. I'm all for good causes, but do they have to happen right outside my window? And then I was confined to my apartment since the roads by me were all blocked. This ate up a good chunk of my day since I had to wait to go grocery shopping, and being the stubborn ass I am, I couldn't do anything else until after I had finished my shopping. But I bought steak, so I made steak. It was good steak, but a bit tough. I enjoy cooking and ate well, and now I have sandwich meat for the week. I heart leftovers. Actually, I don't. I would much rather have people over to eat my food. Any takers? I make delicious vittles.
Tonight there's a ton of good TV. A new Futurama movie, a new Family guy, and game 7 of rays-Red Sox. I am going to be doing a ton of flipping back and forth, but hopefully I'll get all the laughs and excitement that should be coming my way. Although I would much rather be out partying it up with woman and making questionable decisions about orifices, I'll settle for some good old fashion television.
Futurama is one damn funny show. It just hits all the right notes and makes me feel good all over, kind of like Gold Bond. It might just make me skip the other greatness.
Is this what the weekend is? Wasted time and regrets? I mean, I tried to do things, but the weekend just got away from me. I need to start doing stuff week nights as well.
You ever get an album and just listen to it over and over and over? I got a copy of Cuban Ballerina by Dead to Me and have not been able to stop listening. It is catchy and upbeat with great lyrics and fantastic hooks. It is a wonderful blend of pop-punk and hardcore that just makes me want to dance. I know what you're thinking- he can't dance. That's how good this album is- it makes me want to make a bigger ass out of himself than usual. I mean, I could imagine rocking out to this album, or playing it in Obi-Wan while I floor it, or during other things. You know those things. Oh what things I would do while listening to this album.


THINGS!

Like a kid on the fist night of Chanukah

Getting into a band right before their new album comes out can be a great experience. You get to gorge on everything that;s out there in an orgy of musical joy.
And then there's the anticipation of that new album. wanting ti expand upon the experience of this great new aspect of your life. Then the album comes, and you have those wonderful moments of discovery of listening through it a few times to appreciate it as something totally new. On top of all that, you have the history right there to hear that growth.
This has been my experience with the new Dillinger Four album. I only got into the band about a month ago and have devoured their catalog. Then I got my copy. It took me a while, but I'm digging this album more and more. It really is quite awesome and a great extension of what they have done before.

Now I'm looking for things to do tonight. None of my friends are really coming up to where I live for a drink so I'm going to fall back on the skills I learned while I was looking for a job: drive to a bar, have a beer, sober up, leave. Until I establish some social ties up here, that is going to be my life.
I thought i was going to be getting involved in a band, but my contact has basically ignored me for the past three days, which is either a sign of being busy, or she utterly despises me.
Which do you think?