Saturday, August 30, 2003
Smoking and Drinking on a Friday Night, at the Hospital
Well, it was an interesting Friday night to say the least. If you haven't picked up on it, most of the evening was spent at the hospital. But what a wild time at the hospital. At first there were five of us: me, my mother, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandma. The party started when my aunt remembered that she had left her martini in the car and that the ice would be starting to melt. Thus, she ever so slyly crept out to here car and retrived this gin heavy beverage and began passing it around. Well, as the evening progressed, more and more relatives called us to make sure everything was all right, which it was, and decided that they too wanted to come to the hospital. Of course, each new relative that was on their way was also told to bring a cup of gin, and they did, some even brought two. So before long there were more than a dozen of us sitting in the lobby at the emergency room passing around cups of what started out as martini's and then devolved into straight gin (which, for those of you who are not familiar with martini making is a martini without a splash of dry vermouth). It was pretty wild. After a while, though, people started getting hungry...hungry for bar food. Luckily, there was a bar right across the street from the hospital called the Free Spirit Lounge & Restaurant. So, taking action I and two of my uncles volunteered to go pick-up hamburgers for everyone at this establishment. Well this "lounge & restaurant" would have been more aptly titled "tavern." It was smokey and lit mainly by the neon signs that adorned the walls. Across the bar we could see some rough looking characters playing pool. Ah, it took me back to my college years in Madison, IN where the bars all have a certain seediness to them. Well, we eventually got the hamburgers, but it took a while and in the meantime each of the three of us polished off a 32oz bud light. We took the food back to the hospital and the party suddenly seemed to turn into a cookout. People passing around ketchup and salt, talking about sports and stuff. Like I said it was a wild time. Somehow, I managed to not get drunk in the process, though don't ask me how, I probably had enough gin to put down a baby elephant. I personally believe it had something to do with the mystical properties of bar food. Anyhow, without a doubt it was a strange evening, and the best time I've had at the hospital since we stole those wheelchairs.
Fo Shizzle at da' Hospitizzle,
Z
P.S. I never stole any wheelchairs, that is a lie, honest.
Well, it was an interesting Friday night to say the least. If you haven't picked up on it, most of the evening was spent at the hospital. But what a wild time at the hospital. At first there were five of us: me, my mother, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandma. The party started when my aunt remembered that she had left her martini in the car and that the ice would be starting to melt. Thus, she ever so slyly crept out to here car and retrived this gin heavy beverage and began passing it around. Well, as the evening progressed, more and more relatives called us to make sure everything was all right, which it was, and decided that they too wanted to come to the hospital. Of course, each new relative that was on their way was also told to bring a cup of gin, and they did, some even brought two. So before long there were more than a dozen of us sitting in the lobby at the emergency room passing around cups of what started out as martini's and then devolved into straight gin (which, for those of you who are not familiar with martini making is a martini without a splash of dry vermouth). It was pretty wild. After a while, though, people started getting hungry...hungry for bar food. Luckily, there was a bar right across the street from the hospital called the Free Spirit Lounge & Restaurant. So, taking action I and two of my uncles volunteered to go pick-up hamburgers for everyone at this establishment. Well this "lounge & restaurant" would have been more aptly titled "tavern." It was smokey and lit mainly by the neon signs that adorned the walls. Across the bar we could see some rough looking characters playing pool. Ah, it took me back to my college years in Madison, IN where the bars all have a certain seediness to them. Well, we eventually got the hamburgers, but it took a while and in the meantime each of the three of us polished off a 32oz bud light. We took the food back to the hospital and the party suddenly seemed to turn into a cookout. People passing around ketchup and salt, talking about sports and stuff. Like I said it was a wild time. Somehow, I managed to not get drunk in the process, though don't ask me how, I probably had enough gin to put down a baby elephant. I personally believe it had something to do with the mystical properties of bar food. Anyhow, without a doubt it was a strange evening, and the best time I've had at the hospital since we stole those wheelchairs.
Fo Shizzle at da' Hospitizzle,
Z
P.S. I never stole any wheelchairs, that is a lie, honest.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Karaoke, Dancing, and Fun with Mexican Food
Well, lets end the controversy right now. If you have read Ray's blog, then you know that someone puked in his car. That was me. Sorry, Ray, I don't remember it, but it sounded pretty shitty of me... With that off my chest, no pun intended, lets get down to business. Karaoke at Moe & Johnny's is pretty good. The selection of music is awesome, and the KJ is nice. I got to sing 3 songs during the short amount of time that I was there. The only problem I would say was that the atmosphere was not that great. Its a nice bar, but it was rather sparse. I just didn't feel the superstar feeling that I would get at bears. Oh well, I'll live. The more important part is that I found someplace to get my Karaoke fix. We also went dancing at Peppers in Broadripple. Its a fun time, they actually have a decent dance floor in the basement. Oh yeah, and we went to La Bambas too. Oops, ole' mike didn't need any burritos Tuesday.
So anyhow, my mom now thinks I am an alcoholic. Anyhow, big fight, I won't go into it. Suffice to say, I need out of this house. So, on to get a job, eh. My friend Jae returns from his far east adventure next Thursday, and I don't imagine he will want to stay here long either. So, its time to get serious, no more distractions, game time whoomp. I have several possibilities lined up, so hopefully they won't all fall through this time. Pessimistic, eh? Until next time then. Let's bounce.
Ahm Noht a Fahking Dronk,
Z
Well, lets end the controversy right now. If you have read Ray's blog, then you know that someone puked in his car. That was me. Sorry, Ray, I don't remember it, but it sounded pretty shitty of me... With that off my chest, no pun intended, lets get down to business. Karaoke at Moe & Johnny's is pretty good. The selection of music is awesome, and the KJ is nice. I got to sing 3 songs during the short amount of time that I was there. The only problem I would say was that the atmosphere was not that great. Its a nice bar, but it was rather sparse. I just didn't feel the superstar feeling that I would get at bears. Oh well, I'll live. The more important part is that I found someplace to get my Karaoke fix. We also went dancing at Peppers in Broadripple. Its a fun time, they actually have a decent dance floor in the basement. Oh yeah, and we went to La Bambas too. Oops, ole' mike didn't need any burritos Tuesday.
So anyhow, my mom now thinks I am an alcoholic. Anyhow, big fight, I won't go into it. Suffice to say, I need out of this house. So, on to get a job, eh. My friend Jae returns from his far east adventure next Thursday, and I don't imagine he will want to stay here long either. So, its time to get serious, no more distractions, game time whoomp. I have several possibilities lined up, so hopefully they won't all fall through this time. Pessimistic, eh? Until next time then. Let's bounce.
Ahm Noht a Fahking Dronk,
Z
Monday, August 25, 2003
Kick Boxing, French Toast, and Michael Jackson
Well, it has been a good weekend. For one thing, I didn't go to any bars downtown. Yeah I should probably drop it about downtown, but damn, it can destroy a promising evening with a wave of its demented hand. Anyhow, as most of you know, Yoosuk has returned to his northern home in West Layfeyette (I can say that with confidence because if you read this you have about a 66% chance of being named Ray or Yoosuk), so we decided to hit up the bars one last time before he left. Wisely we chose to go to Broadripple. As per usual we hit the Rock Lobster to grab our first beer and discuss our plans for the evening. Beer was expensive there, however, so we bailed quick and headed to the Vogue. Well, as we were walking up to the Vogue, one of the security guards started talking some shit. I was all, "whats up with that." And then he was all, "Hey, you guys don't belong around here. Why don't you go play with your dollies," or something to that effect. So I told him that I didn't have a dolly, and that he was a punk. Well, he started going for his gun, but you all know I am a pretty good kickboxer, right? So I quickly disarmed him and hit him in the face with a flying back-sidekick. Unfortunately, I landed it wrong and twisted my ankle. Ok, I am obviously lying, but I did twist my ankle, it was just during the limbo, not a kickboxing fight with a strapped security guard at the Vogue (although, a Vogue security guard did shoot someone on weds...so I hear). In true Rambo fashion though, I ignored the pain, and went on to have a great evening in Broadripple. For instance, later, at the Rock Lobster I was on the dance floor dancing to Michael Jackson's greatest hit ever (in my opinion) "Don't stop till you get enough." I was busting out my hottest king of pop moves, when I noticed this girl looking over at me, with a shocked disbelief sort of look on her face. Well, I get that a lot from girls when I am dancing, usually followed by pointing and laughing. But not this time, she started doing some crazy MJ moves, too. We kept up the battle for the rest of the song, and then parted ways. I would have asked her to dance, but I don't think the world is ready for that kind of mad dance sorcery. Anyhow, it was a good night in B-Ripple. Followed by a good trip to Dennys. I had French toast.
Last night I went to Champaign, IL to visit my ole' buddy Johnny Tock. It was a good time, too. We drank an amazing number of beers, and I hobbled drunkenly between bars on my bum ankle. We went to Perkins afterwards. I had French toast. The sausage is better at Denny's.
Okay, one more thing. Here is a post I read earlier on a message board about computer games:
Well, as you probably heard, beta of JA leaked. We understand that many of you will probably download it from the internet, but we ask you, as Star Wars fans to star Wars fans, when JA goes gold, buy it! Buy it to thank Lucasarts and Raven, who did, that's im sure of, great job! Also, we won't tolerate JA beta posts in our forum, do technology tests and stuff, but do it for yourself!
Posted by Earendil
JA for you that don't know, is the newest installment in the wonderful jedi knight series of PC games. More importantly, this Earendil is a Lucas whore. I mean come on. Lucas has more money than God, and sure if you're not into software piracy, then buy the game, but don't be asking people to say thank you for coming out with a new way of extracting money from the star wars hungry public at large. Alright, sorry about that, I thought that maybe this post had been to up beat, where as most of the others involve me complaining about one thing or another, and, well, we have to have standards... Okay, thats about it, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Actually, you can if you want. I mean, I am not going to kick you out or anything. To be completely honest it would be great if you would stay awhile. Maybe you could enter a post! That would be fun. Don't feel compelled though. Speaking of standards, I will have none if I keep up this inane babble for any longer. On that note, take it easy. Goodnight/day.
Yours,
Z
Well, it has been a good weekend. For one thing, I didn't go to any bars downtown. Yeah I should probably drop it about downtown, but damn, it can destroy a promising evening with a wave of its demented hand. Anyhow, as most of you know, Yoosuk has returned to his northern home in West Layfeyette (I can say that with confidence because if you read this you have about a 66% chance of being named Ray or Yoosuk), so we decided to hit up the bars one last time before he left. Wisely we chose to go to Broadripple. As per usual we hit the Rock Lobster to grab our first beer and discuss our plans for the evening. Beer was expensive there, however, so we bailed quick and headed to the Vogue. Well, as we were walking up to the Vogue, one of the security guards started talking some shit. I was all, "whats up with that." And then he was all, "Hey, you guys don't belong around here. Why don't you go play with your dollies," or something to that effect. So I told him that I didn't have a dolly, and that he was a punk. Well, he started going for his gun, but you all know I am a pretty good kickboxer, right? So I quickly disarmed him and hit him in the face with a flying back-sidekick. Unfortunately, I landed it wrong and twisted my ankle. Ok, I am obviously lying, but I did twist my ankle, it was just during the limbo, not a kickboxing fight with a strapped security guard at the Vogue (although, a Vogue security guard did shoot someone on weds...so I hear). In true Rambo fashion though, I ignored the pain, and went on to have a great evening in Broadripple. For instance, later, at the Rock Lobster I was on the dance floor dancing to Michael Jackson's greatest hit ever (in my opinion) "Don't stop till you get enough." I was busting out my hottest king of pop moves, when I noticed this girl looking over at me, with a shocked disbelief sort of look on her face. Well, I get that a lot from girls when I am dancing, usually followed by pointing and laughing. But not this time, she started doing some crazy MJ moves, too. We kept up the battle for the rest of the song, and then parted ways. I would have asked her to dance, but I don't think the world is ready for that kind of mad dance sorcery. Anyhow, it was a good night in B-Ripple. Followed by a good trip to Dennys. I had French toast.
Last night I went to Champaign, IL to visit my ole' buddy Johnny Tock. It was a good time, too. We drank an amazing number of beers, and I hobbled drunkenly between bars on my bum ankle. We went to Perkins afterwards. I had French toast. The sausage is better at Denny's.
Okay, one more thing. Here is a post I read earlier on a message board about computer games:
Well, as you probably heard, beta of JA leaked. We understand that many of you will probably download it from the internet, but we ask you, as Star Wars fans to star Wars fans, when JA goes gold, buy it! Buy it to thank Lucasarts and Raven, who did, that's im sure of, great job! Also, we won't tolerate JA beta posts in our forum, do technology tests and stuff, but do it for yourself!
Posted by Earendil
JA for you that don't know, is the newest installment in the wonderful jedi knight series of PC games. More importantly, this Earendil is a Lucas whore. I mean come on. Lucas has more money than God, and sure if you're not into software piracy, then buy the game, but don't be asking people to say thank you for coming out with a new way of extracting money from the star wars hungry public at large. Alright, sorry about that, I thought that maybe this post had been to up beat, where as most of the others involve me complaining about one thing or another, and, well, we have to have standards... Okay, thats about it, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Actually, you can if you want. I mean, I am not going to kick you out or anything. To be completely honest it would be great if you would stay awhile. Maybe you could enter a post! That would be fun. Don't feel compelled though. Speaking of standards, I will have none if I keep up this inane babble for any longer. On that note, take it easy. Goodnight/day.
Yours,
Z
Friday, August 22, 2003
Downtown Strikes Back, and Destroys my post
Well. Doesn't this suck. I just wrote a really long, and very funny post. Trust me it was hilarious. Well, I lost it, it was stupid human error but I still blame it on downtown Indy. I mean come on, can you blame me? When was the last time you had a good time at a bar downtown? Well, unless you have been to Hollywood Bar & Filmworks my guess is that your answer is never. But I am not prejudiced against downtown bars. Sure they are far away, and expensive, but I give them a chance. For instance, last night, I was all set to go Karaoke at the Rock Bottom downtown. If you read my last post, you might remember me mentioning that, but lets not kid ourselves here, I know that no one has read the last post. In fact no one is probably reading this one...whoa, thats kind of deep. If a blog is posted and there is no one there to read it...must think on that for a moment... Okay, I am back. Anyhow, Karaoke, Rock Bottom. Ray and I sit through a half hour of traffic to get past a very small section of 465 that someone thought it would be cool to narrow to one lane last night with those fat reflective orange cones. I then missed my exit...Damn you downtown, damn you.
Well, we finally got downtown and even got a good parking spot that was near to the Rock Bottom and a park full of sleeping homeless people. We walked into the bar ready to rock the joint, but were suprised to find from the man at the host area that they did not have Karaoke. I recall wanting to be in a mentos commercial, because with mentos somehow that shit always just works out. So after we met up with my cousin Maggie, we just came back to my place and watched galaxy quest. A good flick, if you haven't seen it, watch it...or don't, its entirely up to you. Some how all of that is related to why downtown is responsible for destroying my post.
Speaking of destruction. I succeeded in destroying the virus that was plaguing my computer. It had successfully infected over 1200 files on my system. No wonder I was having such trouble. Here was the master stroke that finally got rid of the nasty little fokker: I purchased and downloaded antivirus software. I must say though, it kicked the crap out of that sucker. Well, thats about it, I suppose. Auf Wiedersiene (sp)
Hit 'em up style,
Z
Well. Doesn't this suck. I just wrote a really long, and very funny post. Trust me it was hilarious. Well, I lost it, it was stupid human error but I still blame it on downtown Indy. I mean come on, can you blame me? When was the last time you had a good time at a bar downtown? Well, unless you have been to Hollywood Bar & Filmworks my guess is that your answer is never. But I am not prejudiced against downtown bars. Sure they are far away, and expensive, but I give them a chance. For instance, last night, I was all set to go Karaoke at the Rock Bottom downtown. If you read my last post, you might remember me mentioning that, but lets not kid ourselves here, I know that no one has read the last post. In fact no one is probably reading this one...whoa, thats kind of deep. If a blog is posted and there is no one there to read it...must think on that for a moment... Okay, I am back. Anyhow, Karaoke, Rock Bottom. Ray and I sit through a half hour of traffic to get past a very small section of 465 that someone thought it would be cool to narrow to one lane last night with those fat reflective orange cones. I then missed my exit...Damn you downtown, damn you.
Well, we finally got downtown and even got a good parking spot that was near to the Rock Bottom and a park full of sleeping homeless people. We walked into the bar ready to rock the joint, but were suprised to find from the man at the host area that they did not have Karaoke. I recall wanting to be in a mentos commercial, because with mentos somehow that shit always just works out. So after we met up with my cousin Maggie, we just came back to my place and watched galaxy quest. A good flick, if you haven't seen it, watch it...or don't, its entirely up to you. Some how all of that is related to why downtown is responsible for destroying my post.
Speaking of destruction. I succeeded in destroying the virus that was plaguing my computer. It had successfully infected over 1200 files on my system. No wonder I was having such trouble. Here was the master stroke that finally got rid of the nasty little fokker: I purchased and downloaded antivirus software. I must say though, it kicked the crap out of that sucker. Well, thats about it, I suppose. Auf Wiedersiene (sp)
Hit 'em up style,
Z
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Karaoke Master Mike Strikes Back
Wow, three posts before anyone has probably even looked at this page. Just wanted to let people know that I have recently updated (recently being about ten minutes ago). If you are reading this while the post is fresh then look to the right and you will see that I have added some links. Thats right, the links to Yoosuk's Blog and Pictures of Stuff are both new, with along with such old favorites as Google News, Ray's Blog, Mystery Link, and Fake Link makes my total number of links 6! Wow, if I keep up at this rate, by this time next year I will have over 1000 links. That should keep me busy for a while...
Anyhow, on to more important matters. After several weeks (2) of not going to karaoke on Thursdays at bears, I feel that it is time for a triumphant return to the Karaoke stage. Sadly, Bears Karaoke has lost such important figures as Dancing Davy and Ant-Man (who secret identity is actually Karaoke Kev. who knew?!). As such, we will be attending Karaoke in Downtown Indy. So lets hear it for Karaoke Magic and Liquor beverages, and remember to wake me up before you go go. Okay, that is far too many inside jokes for one sentence and I apologize. Damn, I am better at this when I am drunk. The same is true for pool. Thats about it.
From the real,
Mike, the Mike Z
Wow, three posts before anyone has probably even looked at this page. Just wanted to let people know that I have recently updated (recently being about ten minutes ago). If you are reading this while the post is fresh then look to the right and you will see that I have added some links. Thats right, the links to Yoosuk's Blog and Pictures of Stuff are both new, with along with such old favorites as Google News, Ray's Blog, Mystery Link, and Fake Link makes my total number of links 6! Wow, if I keep up at this rate, by this time next year I will have over 1000 links. That should keep me busy for a while...
Anyhow, on to more important matters. After several weeks (2) of not going to karaoke on Thursdays at bears, I feel that it is time for a triumphant return to the Karaoke stage. Sadly, Bears Karaoke has lost such important figures as Dancing Davy and Ant-Man (who secret identity is actually Karaoke Kev. who knew?!). As such, we will be attending Karaoke in Downtown Indy. So lets hear it for Karaoke Magic and Liquor beverages, and remember to wake me up before you go go. Okay, that is far too many inside jokes for one sentence and I apologize. Damn, I am better at this when I am drunk. The same is true for pool. Thats about it.
From the real,
Mike, the Mike Z
Well, here we are again. It is much later in the evening, so late in fact that it has passed into the next day. Well, that isn't saying much, after all if you stay up till midnight it passes to the next day. How about this, its 4:20 am, does that do anything for ya'? Yeah...it was a fun night in Broadripple, free pool and cheap beer, always a quality combo. Which isn't to say there weren't crappy points in the evening. For example, when Yoosuk and I played trivia at BW3 the questions were all based on Oslo, Norway. And they weren't easy questions that you could make educated guesses on either, oh no, they were more like "what is the name of the man who founded the Svanderkkardd museum of modern brick in southeast Oslo?" Real obscure shit if you follow me. Yeah, I am bitter, I don't like losing at trivia. I may be the king of nothing, but I like to think of myself as at least being in the trivia royal court. Man, bitterness is exuding from me right now...BITTER. Alright. Did I even spell exuding right? Also, our waitor was really, really slow...ok, now I am just nit-picking. Is that how you spell "nit". Clearly this whole spelling issue is going to be a problem for me in the world of blog. Ok, well, it is late, but I just felt like doing a bit of blogging...that is the term right? Blogging, heh. Alright. Well, until next time, you go girl!
Blog on,
Z, Duke of Trivia
Oh yeah, my email has changed, if you want to reach me send emails to Namor42@sbcglobal.net, sounds important...
Blog on,
Z, Duke of Trivia
Oh yeah, my email has changed, if you want to reach me send emails to Namor42@sbcglobal.net, sounds important...
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Well. I finally did it. I started a blog. Hell, I don't even really know what that is, but hey, everyone seems to have one so I should too. Yeah, follower. As you might have guessed, this is the first post. As such I am not really sure what direction this particular blog will take, I can only say that I will go where the spirit takes me. So, I guess this is where we, myself and whichever kind souls feel the urge to read this blog, begin on our magic, spirit guided journey into the mind and life of one weird dude: Me.
First there are a few quick things I would like to get off my chest:
1. My computer hates me, and day by day becomes less functional, it started with Winamp 2, moved on to Nero, and now will not allow me to run most apps. So, if I suddenly stop writing in mid-sentence it will be a fair assumtion that it has decided to revoke my internet privileges.
2. well, ok, that was really all I had to get off my chest. There is more to my life than that (honest), but that is all I feel like sharing with the annonymous public.
3. Although, it is unlikely that anyone I don't really know will take the time to read this. So in truth, I guess that I am just being lazy. Man ain't that a shocker. Not the shocker...Har har har...eh.
Story time:
The Great White North
I must be really dumb or have no sense of direction or something, because everytime I go north of 96th street I get lost (no, Wal-mart doesn't count). Examples:
Bowling, High School era: I used to try and find some sort of legendary "northwest passage" on the way home, or more often Steak and Shake, from the alley. This was a bad idea. Not only was I venturing into a land of limitless curving roads and speed control circles, but I was doing it in the dead of night. Scary shit, I assure you. I would always manage to find the way home, but would often arrive too late to get any food. I like food. Ok, that was random.
Trip to Conner Prairie, 4th of July, 200?: I was supposed to meet my family at Conner Prairie on the fourth to see the symphony. Well, if you don't know, Conner Prairie is up in what I call the Great White North. Man, I couldn't find that place. Yeah, great story.
Job interview, this morning: I left from my house 40 minutes before I had to be there, I live off of 96th street, this place is off of 116th street. I arrived 39 minutes later. Even with detailed written directions, the Great White North is bound and determined to stop me from arriving conveniently at my destination. Sensing my approach I believe that the cruel overlords of Carmel decided to shut down west bound 116th street to prevent me from potentially becoming employed someday. This of course is just conjecture, you can form your own hypotheses (sp?).
There are more examples, but you get the idea, it is like I live on the edge of an primeval forest full of yuppies (ok, their not all yuppies, my dad lives up there, and, shit, he ain't no yuppy if you follow me), overpriced property, and cops with too much time on their hands. Well, if you haven't yet noticed, I have a tendency to trail off at the end of stories, so I guess this is where I leave you...us...shit, what person am I even in? I have no clue. Anyway, until next time, keep on trucking, take it easy, and whatever else hippies say to one and other before departing.
Fuck the free world,
Z
First there are a few quick things I would like to get off my chest:
1. My computer hates me, and day by day becomes less functional, it started with Winamp 2, moved on to Nero, and now will not allow me to run most apps. So, if I suddenly stop writing in mid-sentence it will be a fair assumtion that it has decided to revoke my internet privileges.
2. well, ok, that was really all I had to get off my chest. There is more to my life than that (honest), but that is all I feel like sharing with the annonymous public.
3. Although, it is unlikely that anyone I don't really know will take the time to read this. So in truth, I guess that I am just being lazy. Man ain't that a shocker. Not the shocker...Har har har...eh.
Story time:
The Great White North
I must be really dumb or have no sense of direction or something, because everytime I go north of 96th street I get lost (no, Wal-mart doesn't count). Examples:
Bowling, High School era: I used to try and find some sort of legendary "northwest passage" on the way home, or more often Steak and Shake, from the alley. This was a bad idea. Not only was I venturing into a land of limitless curving roads and speed control circles, but I was doing it in the dead of night. Scary shit, I assure you. I would always manage to find the way home, but would often arrive too late to get any food. I like food. Ok, that was random.
Trip to Conner Prairie, 4th of July, 200?: I was supposed to meet my family at Conner Prairie on the fourth to see the symphony. Well, if you don't know, Conner Prairie is up in what I call the Great White North. Man, I couldn't find that place. Yeah, great story.
Job interview, this morning: I left from my house 40 minutes before I had to be there, I live off of 96th street, this place is off of 116th street. I arrived 39 minutes later. Even with detailed written directions, the Great White North is bound and determined to stop me from arriving conveniently at my destination. Sensing my approach I believe that the cruel overlords of Carmel decided to shut down west bound 116th street to prevent me from potentially becoming employed someday. This of course is just conjecture, you can form your own hypotheses (sp?).
There are more examples, but you get the idea, it is like I live on the edge of an primeval forest full of yuppies (ok, their not all yuppies, my dad lives up there, and, shit, he ain't no yuppy if you follow me), overpriced property, and cops with too much time on their hands. Well, if you haven't yet noticed, I have a tendency to trail off at the end of stories, so I guess this is where I leave you...us...shit, what person am I even in? I have no clue. Anyway, until next time, keep on trucking, take it easy, and whatever else hippies say to one and other before departing.
Fuck the free world,
Z
