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Monday, December 29, 2003
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Hi. I don't really have much time to post, end-of-month work thingies again. Christmas was good. I haven't a clue what I'm doing for New Year's yet. Gotta run. j.s. |
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Sunday, December 21, 2003
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By the by...I took off the whole Amazon.com linkage thing. It just wasn't sitting right with me. Guess I'm not as much of a sellout as I thought I was... j.s. |
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Monday, December 08, 2003
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Recappin' is my Life. Friday D, Luis and K. and I went out downtown. First to The Hub, which wasn't bad I suppose, your average bar-type bar. They did have XL "Massive Attacks" though. (Red Bull, Smirnoff Raspberry Twist and lime juice.) Ironic since the rest of the music in the place was awful. (Ru Paul anyone?) After having a drink there, we walked over to Mercury Room, which was very cool despite (or perhaps because of) the $10 cover. Once again, relatively bad music though, though this time from a band. ("She's a brick...houuuse...") We hung out there on the sofas for the majority of the evening, having several more drinks, then stumbled out to Dean's. (No Friday night is complete without a trip there.) Couple more drinks there, and the dancing dimples of Ashley provided entertainment and speculation for the remainder of the evening. Since sufficient alcohol had been imbibed, we decide that Tantra would be an excellent idea and ride over with D. The line wasn't nearly as long as the last time we went, however they balked at our "No Line/No Cover" passes since they were for ladies only. I fought back and asked if they had a Press/V.I.P. entrance. "I write for Details magazine..." "No, sorry, we don't have a press entrance." "Mmhmm...well. Duly noted then." Otherwise there was very little to report on Tantra that evening... The clientel all had nearly visible dollar signs over their head in varying sizes and number. (Think Everquest meets Zagat.) Beautiful young girls out with old, plump accountants and investment bankers. So not my scene anymore. Not to mention the couch I was sitting on appeared to have had someone's DNA liberated upon it...which pulsed a disgusting off white in the blacklit glow of the lounge area. Blech. So we bail at around 4:00 and head home. Crashed out around 5 or so. All in all a good time. And I got to go out with D. which so rarely happens these days... Saturday I got up around 11. Showered and then headed over to Fountainview Cafe, which is my ritual Saturday morning breakfast haunt. Caught up with J.T. over there and chatted until about 1 or so, and then headed over to Dad's to catch a ride to Dickens on the Strand. Which was still cool. Gets one in the mood for the holidays...especially since the temperature dropped to the mid 40's after the sun went down. Everyone rosy cheeked and bundled up. (Except the Utah refugee that is...who was merely in a T-shirt and leather jacket.) Was good...almost Park Cityish. Good time. Sunday was the last game of the Gnomes regular season. So I went back out to Dad's to watch Foobaw. The Gnomes have finished out the season as the number 1 team in the league, record-wise. As such, the Gnomes would like to thank our Chinstrappy fans for getting behind us these last few weeks leading into the playoffs. You guys are the best supporters any team could hope for. We'd also like you all to forget about the whole, "moving to Tennessee" thing...k? Excellent. So the playoffs begin this Sunday...and I play Russell. Though the Gnomey matchup doesn't look too good this week...my running backs are playing against Tampa Bay and New England. Ick. Could be an upset in the first round of the playoffs if I lose...=[ We'll see. Okay, I'm going to take off for a bit. Take care everyone... j.s. **Ack...there are only 16 more shopping days until X-Mas. !!!** |
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Wednesday, December 03, 2003
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Ah! I did forget to mention a couple other things about the holiday weekend... D, Mom and I went to the Museum of Modern Art on Friday to see their Heroic Century exhibition. Very cool, but ridiculously crowded...so really enjoying the artwork was difficult. (Screaming children, oblivious audio tour-bots, redneck threats to steal "Starry Night," strollers, etc.) Also I went to go see "Love, Actually" with Mom...which should have been titled "Brits Behaving Badly" instead. It did have Keira Knightly in it though... And I'll let you all in on a horribly embarrasing, dark secret of mine...gather close to the monitor now... Keira makes me melt, just a little. I know, I know!!! Yes she was born in 1985...(i.e. she's 18.) And yes, she thusly breaks the ironclad "1980 statute." And this isn't even mentioning the Nabokovian quotient...which I must admit makes me feel a little icky... I know all this...but I can't help it. I'm male. She's cute. And seems like she'd be at least cognizant and sorta witty in real life...and she likes pirates... Ack. Er...sorry if I disappoint... Yeah... Erm... Hey! Look over there! **points behind you** j.s. |
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Monday, December 01, 2003
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Hey...that's Reverend Jeremiah John, to you tuff guy. After all, I've been a prophet since I was 18...you can tell by my tattoo. (Check the etymology of "mantis.") Seemed the next logical step. And unfortunately this is all true. (For those of you that I didn't call in a giggly, Wild Turkey-induced haze on Thanksgiving and thusly haven't heard.) I am now an ordained minister, and therefore given the legal right to perform marriages, baptisms, funerals, etc. in nearly all 50 states and in a goodly portion of the rest of the world. pwnzored. j.s. |
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