damn damn damn
June 30, 2006
So, it would appear that this year’s two most likely men to win the Tour de France have been pulled by their teams for doping allegations.
So, Jan Ullrich got pulled from T-Mobile first, leaving my boy Ivan Basso. Without the threat of Jan, Basso would be all-but-guaranteed a victory.
Well, CSC pulled Basso. There must be some scary / concrete evidence out there to pull him from the tour.
Shitfuck.
Well, let’s hope that Floyd Landis and George Hincapie aren’t also tagged. Fucking dopers. I am especially disappointed in these two.
Quick things
June 30, 2006
It’s been four months now, but I finally have internet access at home again! Woo!
I tied a bowtie tonight!
Tomorrow, in Harahan, my friends Tanya and Andrew are getting married.
I got a bonus today (would prefer a raise, but I’ll take it).
The three week ride known as the Tour de France begins on Saturday at 7:30am at Jonah’s house. Sonny, Tim, Jonah (duh) and myself will be in attendance.
For the most part, things have been good. That is all for now.
When it rains, it pours.
June 20, 2006
So, I spent about two hours today at work doing damage control. It started raining in my office.
Not _my_ office, but _the_ office.
While I’m up on the 3rd and 4th floors trying to determine what pipe blew up, I get a frantic call. The water is spreading on our floor.
Our PBX (phone system), amongst other desks and file cabinets, got wet.
Tomorrow we’ll figure out what we’re going to do, all in an A/C-less office.
But you know what the funny thing is? It’s flooding in Houston, where our other office is. Go figure.
As for this evening, I think spending time with my girlfriend, having dinner with and going to see Nacho Libre with some of my best friends (Sonny and Lara) are in order.
And, I’m going to crack open that special bottle of mead that Andre gave me. He brewed it a few years ago and gave it to me after his and Leigh’s wedding.
Guns n’ Glasses
June 18, 2006
Just got home. I’ve been meaning to get back here for a while now. But before I go to sleep, I want to share with you some highlights of my day, in chronological, photographic format:
Me, Kathleen, Savannah, Christy.
Kathleen, Michael, Savannah, Me, Max. Max makes this picture great.
Needs no more explanation.
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My new gun, the HK USP Compact .40cal.
Good day. Now I have the feeling I’ll be sucking major ass when I go ride in the morning. And there is 250lbs of water in my living room (30 gallons).
Tix to the Gun Show
June 13, 2006
Did you get your tickets to the gun show this weekend?
I got mine!
That’s right, kids. The Great Southern Gun & Knife Show is this weekend at the Pontchartrain Center. Let’s see if I can get a good deal on a HK USP Compact. The last time I went was probably about two years ago with Andee and Harley. Unfortunately, we had the wrong weekend. We arrivied. Doors were closed. Much sadness ensued.
And I’m still kind of up in the air about which caliber I want to go with. I’m leaning towards 40cal, but I have a S+W .45, and there’s something smart about only having to buy 1 caliber of ammunition for multiple weapons. Hrm. Guess I’ll have to wait and see when I get my hands on them.
I’m going on Saturday to go check out some new handguns, and get a new pair of cutoffs at Perrets while I’m in the hood. Unfortunately the ones I picked up in Austin after the storm have all but disintegrated.
This first storm has reminded me that I need to get off my butt and get ready for this season. So, it’s off to the gun show for me. And the grocery store.
You never know, I may even see Earl Buckets, Jr. and Cletus.
‘Tis the Season
June 12, 2006
So it is upon us. Hurricane Season. Already.
And to celebrate, we have our first named Atlantic Storm! Hooray!
Someone, please, go get Nash Roberts out of retirement. He is probably the one man who could get me to evacuate.
Nash is a bit of a legend down here. The man groks hurricanes.
During Georges (one that was supposed to hit us hard back in ’98), all of the meterologists on all the other news stations were freaking out, telling us using computer projections that it would hit us and mass destruction would ensue, etc. Some people freaked out. Many waited to see what Nash would say (he actually came out of semi-retirement for that storm).
Out comes Nash, with his big white pad of paper and some big black markers saying, “It’s going to hit Mobile.” Let me tell ya, Mobile got it in the ass from Georges.
Right through the pants.
He just understands hurricanes at an inhuman level, which prompts me to publish my The Mighty Nash™ (been a while sine I bolded and trademarked, eh?) theory. Here’s the quick rundown:
Nash isn’t human. Well, he’s part human. His mother was human.
You see, what happened is this: Nash’s mom went out one night to a little dive bar down in the Bywater one night. It had been a long day, it happens, nobody’s judging anyone here. Nothing wrong with a bit of the booze, is there?
To make a long story short, she ended up getting shit-hammered drunk on rum and had a threesome with two guys. I’m totally serious and not making this up.
Well, these weren’t any two dudes. They were Poseidon (God of the Sea) and Æolus (God of the Winds). Yeah, you know how those Greek gods were. Always chasing the mortal tail. Especially when there was a chance of a Menage a III. Wait, those are Roman Numerals. Eh.
Nine months later, thunder rolls, lightning crashes, and Nash ensues.
There is no other reasonable explanation other than the one I just gave.
Come back, Nash. We need you.
Halfway There
June 9, 2006
Well, I kinda have net access at home. Bellsouth still hasn’t been able to make it over here to fixe my line, unfortunately.
So here is what I did: I had a spare USB Wireless Adapter and a USB extension cord. I had to nail the adapter kinda high up the wall to get a signal, but hey – I’m online.
So this connection will be shared over my ethernet connection to my switch, so that I may get my home server back up. Joy.
Jeers to Bellsouth. Cheers to figuring out a temporary workaround.
The Birthday of the Beast
June 8, 2006
Tuesday (6.6.06) was my friend and roomate Christy’s 33rd Birthday. We celebrated by having a party in the pool behind Molly’s / Coop’s.
Much fun. Here are a bunch of photos:
They’re afraid.
June 8, 2006
Last night Dana, Sonny, Lara, and I heeded the Omen.
I liked it. I loved the soundtrack (and am currently looking for it online) and overall thought they did a good job with this remake. The editing and effects were all pretty well done. Then there’s the kid. Little bastard only said two damn words in the entire movie (see the title of this post). I liked him and his blue eyes.
Oooh! And there were monkeys! Yay!
Also, I thought Mia Farrow was an excellent choice as the Nanny, especially considering her previous role in Rosemary’s Baby. Nice touch, guys.
Added bonus? Watching Julia Stiles die (Ghi, I know you’ll like that).
Afterwards, food at Angeli. For once, I didn’t have a horrible experience. For once.
So the overall consensus? Pretty good. Unfortunately, the original is hazy in my memory for proper comparison. Will have to watch it again.
Sunday, Bloody something or other
June 7, 2006
Despite a slightly cranky head, I managed to make it out to the Bonnet Carré Spillway Trail to do some like off-road riding. The weather was a bit warm, but I was hoping it would be so that I might accelerate some sweating and therefore speedup the rate I would sweat toxins out. Unfortunately, I realized about 1 mile in of 4.5 miles that I had forgotten to fill my water bottles. And I forgot to eat.
So instead of collapsing in the middle of a second lap, I opted for only one.
This is also the first trip that I got to use my new car rack. The other week, my landlords gave me a 2 bike car rack which is _very_ nice to have. Worked pretty well too.
So yeah. Some pictures, because I’ve decided to take more.
Gen. Zod with Special Ed and the new rack.
Damn branch nearly took my head off.
You can’t look cool in a bike helmet…
… Maybe unless you’re far away. Maybe not.
Nice people who gave me water.