Sunday, March 28, 2004
Mike's magical mid-west mystery tour
Well, with all of the vacation opportunities that have appeared then either fallen through, changed drastically, or became fiscally or temporally impossible, I decided to take a spring break of my own. The trip took me around the state of Indiana, and some of Illinois. Starting Tuesday in Bloomington and ending Friday in Champaign, I travelled long and hard, I am surprised my car made it, in fact I had a dream last night that it literally blew up (then again I also had a dream that we all went to visit Ray in Hawaii where he was living in Brad Pitt's old bachelor pad). I had a good time in all of the locations and drank a significant about. I didn't see any celebrities this time, but the bar where we went in Champaign was also inhabited by the band members that play with Weird Al. Other than that, darts in B-Town were fun, as was asshole and pool in Lafayette. If my friend Johnny Tock actually ever looked at this I would make a shitty comment about how unfun Champaign is in general. (Un)Fortunately, he doesn't so my good natured ribbing would be wasted. I considered the party at Bob's to be the finale to this "spring break." Most likely if you are reading this you were there so I don't have to tell you that it was a good time. 80's rule. Like all wild parties, though, this one ended with a fierce political debate. I don't remember what it was about, nor do I want to, all I know is that I woke up the next day with a Uvula (the thing that hangs down at the back of your throat) the size of a golf ball. Gross, I think that is too much information. I also don't think that parties often end in political debates. Religious debate, now that is a much safer topic...
Be safe,
Z
Well, with all of the vacation opportunities that have appeared then either fallen through, changed drastically, or became fiscally or temporally impossible, I decided to take a spring break of my own. The trip took me around the state of Indiana, and some of Illinois. Starting Tuesday in Bloomington and ending Friday in Champaign, I travelled long and hard, I am surprised my car made it, in fact I had a dream last night that it literally blew up (then again I also had a dream that we all went to visit Ray in Hawaii where he was living in Brad Pitt's old bachelor pad). I had a good time in all of the locations and drank a significant about. I didn't see any celebrities this time, but the bar where we went in Champaign was also inhabited by the band members that play with Weird Al. Other than that, darts in B-Town were fun, as was asshole and pool in Lafayette. If my friend Johnny Tock actually ever looked at this I would make a shitty comment about how unfun Champaign is in general. (Un)Fortunately, he doesn't so my good natured ribbing would be wasted. I considered the party at Bob's to be the finale to this "spring break." Most likely if you are reading this you were there so I don't have to tell you that it was a good time. 80's rule. Like all wild parties, though, this one ended with a fierce political debate. I don't remember what it was about, nor do I want to, all I know is that I woke up the next day with a Uvula (the thing that hangs down at the back of your throat) the size of a golf ball. Gross, I think that is too much information. I also don't think that parties often end in political debates. Religious debate, now that is a much safer topic...
Be safe,
Z
Friday, March 19, 2004
The internet be a harsh mistress
Well, this week has gone by suprisingly quickly. The reason I say this, and the reason it has been so long since my last post is that the internet has not been working at my house. Life with out the internet. It makes me feel like some sort of pioneer out west, or an explorer hacking and slashing through a strange and savage jungle. My very window to the world was shut. If my cell phone hadn't have been working I think I might have imploded. Anyhow, I am back now.
Last weekend I went to Chicago with Melissa and my mom and aunt. It was a pretty cool trip. The hotel we stayed in was super swank. Dual shower heads, flat panel television above the bathroom sink, feather beds, giant stereo, and a view that overlooked the old water tower. My favorite aspect of this hotel, however, was the free access to a Mercedes Benz and a driver to take us to whatever destination we had in mind. For dinner on Saturday we ate at a fancy steak house, and, well, ate fancy steak. The club we went to afterwards was really the more entertaining part of the evening. It was named le Passage (thats french) and thankfully through the super swank hotel we were able to acquire some free VIP passes. This le Passage was apparently a uppity scale club right now, and normally cost $20 to get in the door. Thankfully, due to the VIP pass the only things that we had to spend unreasonable amounts of money on were the drinks. The club itself was dark and full of plush furniture and tables (all of which were reserved in the main room). Luck was on our side, however, and we managed to find a table next to the bathrooms. At first we were a bit uncomfortable in this hoity toity club, but as the liquor began to flow and our wallets began to shrink we started to get a feel for the place, hell, I even started to enjoy the obnoxious techno remixes of good songs that they were blasting from the main room. Then while walking to the bar to get another beer...BAM...Nicolas Cage walks right past me (putting on chapstick). Now I cannot really be sure that it was in fact him, but, at first glance that is definately who I thought it was, and that is really all I got as I discovered as I was leaving that the door he took was the exit. Thats about it. Another weekend, another brush with celebrity. Join us next week for lifestyles of the poor and unemployed.
Miller High Life wishes, and hamburger dreams,
Z
Well, this week has gone by suprisingly quickly. The reason I say this, and the reason it has been so long since my last post is that the internet has not been working at my house. Life with out the internet. It makes me feel like some sort of pioneer out west, or an explorer hacking and slashing through a strange and savage jungle. My very window to the world was shut. If my cell phone hadn't have been working I think I might have imploded. Anyhow, I am back now.
Last weekend I went to Chicago with Melissa and my mom and aunt. It was a pretty cool trip. The hotel we stayed in was super swank. Dual shower heads, flat panel television above the bathroom sink, feather beds, giant stereo, and a view that overlooked the old water tower. My favorite aspect of this hotel, however, was the free access to a Mercedes Benz and a driver to take us to whatever destination we had in mind. For dinner on Saturday we ate at a fancy steak house, and, well, ate fancy steak. The club we went to afterwards was really the more entertaining part of the evening. It was named le Passage (thats french) and thankfully through the super swank hotel we were able to acquire some free VIP passes. This le Passage was apparently a uppity scale club right now, and normally cost $20 to get in the door. Thankfully, due to the VIP pass the only things that we had to spend unreasonable amounts of money on were the drinks. The club itself was dark and full of plush furniture and tables (all of which were reserved in the main room). Luck was on our side, however, and we managed to find a table next to the bathrooms. At first we were a bit uncomfortable in this hoity toity club, but as the liquor began to flow and our wallets began to shrink we started to get a feel for the place, hell, I even started to enjoy the obnoxious techno remixes of good songs that they were blasting from the main room. Then while walking to the bar to get another beer...BAM...Nicolas Cage walks right past me (putting on chapstick). Now I cannot really be sure that it was in fact him, but, at first glance that is definately who I thought it was, and that is really all I got as I discovered as I was leaving that the door he took was the exit. Thats about it. Another weekend, another brush with celebrity. Join us next week for lifestyles of the poor and unemployed.
Miller High Life wishes, and hamburger dreams,
Z
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
On the market
Well, the battle that began so long ago continues. Thats about all there is to say about that; still unemployed, still looking. I could go into the details but that would be really boring. "I woke up, looked for some jobs, didn't find one, drank some beer, and went to sleep." Thats pretty much it, a typical day. Factor some video games and movies in there somewhere, and you have my life. Its certainly not the worst existence, I like friends (the people not the show), I like beer, and movies and video games pass the time in between everything else alright. I just feel like I am still waiting to really get started living. But hey, I didn't quit Best Buy for nothing, I have had an interview and met with a head hunter already, and with some luck, things will already be set in motion that will bump me up into the next tax bracket.
On that note, I would like to talk about censorship. Namely, I would like to ask, why the hell is it so bloodly-god-damned-fucking everywhere right now. Shit, what is the big deal? Lots of people saw part of Janet's breast? Fuck, little kim wore a similar top and yeah it cause some ripples but nothing like this, and Janet didn't even have it jiggled by Diana Ross. Merde, people are flying off the handle trying to get "inappropriate" material off the air. Crapola, I don't like where this is going, I feel like the country has gone insane. I just read on my little AIM pop up news thingy that Howard Stern might be taken off the air (not than the AIM pop up news thingy is the most reliable source), I am not even a fan but I recognize a crucifixion when I see one. All I feel that is going to be accomplished by this (fucking) bullshit witchhunt is a lowering of the quality of stuff on TV, and a weakening of our freedom of speech. Thus, Fuck you FCC, Fuck you Moral Majority, and let me just say that personally I feel that you were both born out of satan's ass! Thank you, I am done.
Z
Well, the battle that began so long ago continues. Thats about all there is to say about that; still unemployed, still looking. I could go into the details but that would be really boring. "I woke up, looked for some jobs, didn't find one, drank some beer, and went to sleep." Thats pretty much it, a typical day. Factor some video games and movies in there somewhere, and you have my life. Its certainly not the worst existence, I like friends (the people not the show), I like beer, and movies and video games pass the time in between everything else alright. I just feel like I am still waiting to really get started living. But hey, I didn't quit Best Buy for nothing, I have had an interview and met with a head hunter already, and with some luck, things will already be set in motion that will bump me up into the next tax bracket.
On that note, I would like to talk about censorship. Namely, I would like to ask, why the hell is it so bloodly-god-damned-fucking everywhere right now. Shit, what is the big deal? Lots of people saw part of Janet's breast? Fuck, little kim wore a similar top and yeah it cause some ripples but nothing like this, and Janet didn't even have it jiggled by Diana Ross. Merde, people are flying off the handle trying to get "inappropriate" material off the air. Crapola, I don't like where this is going, I feel like the country has gone insane. I just read on my little AIM pop up news thingy that Howard Stern might be taken off the air (not than the AIM pop up news thingy is the most reliable source), I am not even a fan but I recognize a crucifixion when I see one. All I feel that is going to be accomplished by this (fucking) bullshit witchhunt is a lowering of the quality of stuff on TV, and a weakening of our freedom of speech. Thus, Fuck you FCC, Fuck you Moral Majority, and let me just say that personally I feel that you were both born out of satan's ass! Thank you, I am done.
Z
