September 30, 2005
We just got back from seeing Serenity. IÂ’m glad Ktreva and I were able to see it. This was a great movie. I absolutely loved it. If you like Sci-Fi, Westerns and especially if you like both, you will love this movie. We both left the theater absolutely loving this movie. If you get a chance to go see it, IÂ’d recommend it, especially if you are a Firefly fan. If you never saw an episode of Firefly youÂ’ll still be able to understand what is going on. Ktreva didnÂ’t watch as much of the series as I did and she still was able to follow what was going on and enjoy the movie.
It was a mix between action and comedy that just worked. A lot of one-liners that had the entire audience laughing and action scenes that kept your attention. The story line was great, the special effects where damn good and the acting was some of the best by the entire cast that IÂ’ve seen in a movie. There were some scenes I wish they had elaborated on. Sure some of the plot was a little predictable, but I havenÂ’t seen a movie in the last 10 years that isnÂ’t.
We liked this movie so much we could have gone and seen it for a second time tonight if we had the time to do so.
For those of you that havenÂ’t seen the movie IÂ’m putting the spoilers in the extended entry. SO DONÂ’T READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU DONÂ’T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE UNTIL YOUÂ’VE SEEN THE MOVIE!!! more...
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Must be available on Sundays and likes football, shooting and camping.
The ability to cook hot wings, bratwurst and steaks is a bonus.
Owning a 47-inch TV with surround sound and NFL Sunday Ticket will warrant free beer.
Does not necessarily have to be a Packer fan.
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If you want a quick chuckle, it's worth a view.
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September 29, 2005
Have you ever had a day so bad that you swear that every mentally myopic megalomaniac in your life is intentionally trying to piss you off? Well I have many individuals that meet that criterion at work. Throw in friends and family that seem to intentionally trying to piss you off and there you goÂ… my day.
It doesn’t help that Murphy’s Law is using me as a whipping boy either. Every time I am hit with, “good” news there is a tremendous he-bitch man-slap of “bad” that goes with it. Let me give you an example; I’ve been having problems with the data on one of the reports that is provided to me, it’s incorrect. I understand that, the team that releases it understands that, my peers/manager know it, but don’t understand it. Today, after 4 months of incessantly telling my peers/manager that it is wrong and trying to get them to assist me in getting it corrected; it is being fixed. HOWEVER! (AHA! I knew it was coming!) I have to go back and manually correct all the data for the last 4 months. Apparently, it has to be I that does it because I’m the only one that understands the damn report. The sad part is that this report only has an inappreciable relationship to my position.
Tonight I think IÂ’m going to go home and have a long talk with John Daniels. No, I donÂ’t mean Jack, when youÂ’ve known him as long as I have you call him John.
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That's about where I figured I would end up. That's probably not a surprise to any one that stops by here regularly or who has met me.
Stolen from too many places to list.
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September 28, 2005
His new verbal agility can be bad, especially if Daddy is watching his Packers make a stupid play and rattles off a stream of obscenities that would make Graumagus run off covering his ears. Only then to turn around and hear Clone repeat verbatim, “Son of a B(TCH! Those G*d d@mn M*ther f&ckers better learn to catch a g*d d@mn ball or they won’t win a f&ckin’ game all season, B@STARDS!” He said it perfectly; only instead of anger behind his voice, it was pride. Pride at knowing that he did something that made Daddy laugh and Mommy yell at Daddy. Now he knows which words are “bad” words and tattles on Dad if he says one. Then Mommy comes and yells at daddy to “watch his language”… the little bast…. brat.
Then there is the even more humorous situation where he uses slang correctly. Especially if we didn’t know that he knew the term. For example, Saturday night, before him and my wife became sick, we were sitting around the campfire listening to my friend Jim play the guitar and sing. Earlier in the night Jim was teaching him how to do the two-handed “monster metal horns”. Try as he would, Clone could not get it right. Flash forward 2 hours we are still sitting around the fire and Jim just finished playing a song. Ktreva was clapping when clone, trying to do the two-handed “monster metal horns” says, “Rock on mom!” clear as a bell. Fortunately, I hadn’t been taking a drink at the time or I would have spit Jack Daniels out of my nose into the campfire. That could have been bad on so many different levels.
Everyday he does or says something new, I just hope it doesnÂ’t repeat something IÂ’ve said and get me in troubleÂ… again.
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September 27, 2005
For this last weekend, my formula went all to hell. I participated in an event I had never done before called FrenchmanÂ’s Frolic. For the last 4 years, I had done the Belvidere Pioneer Festival on this weekend instead. I should have stuck with my instincts this weekend and done Belvidere instead. FrenchmanÂ’s was a complete bust. Lets break it down using my formula A) I had never done FrenchmanÂ’s. Belvidere I had done for 4 years and always had fun and enjoyed the event, other then rain issues I donÂ’t recall having a bad time there. 2) I have had many re-enactors I have known for years tell me how great FrenchmanÂ’s is. The only people that have told me they like Belvidere are the ones that still participate in it. D) Both are within 10 minutes of my house. 4) I had planned on doing Belvidere as a given event all the way up to Clan Chattan getting together to go over the schedule of the year. Then I changed to try to keep group harmony and from the way people where talking in the group I was trying to protect my reputation as well. (I think we all know how well that went! IE I left the group back in June).
Based on my formula I normally would have done Belvidere. My formula didnÂ’t fail; I failed my formula. Let me tell you why:
The members of Clan Chattan that read this site will remember the heated discussion had about what event we did, Belvidere or FrenchmanÂ’s. I was told that it was a live fire camp with shooting competitions, many vendors, itÂ’s a re-enactment just for re-enactors (very little public, so itÂ’s really relaxed), a lot of people participate at it. I can honestly say I was serious misled. I was able to shoot for a total of 5 minutes at the post shoot. The rain was part of the factor in this. After the post shoot the range was closed for the bow competition. The way they talked it sounded like they where NOT going to reopen the range that day, rain or shine. I wanted to shoot, that was the main reason I wanted to go. They did open it up later in the day at 6:20 PM; the sunset on Saturday was around 6:50, with all the cloud cover it was too dark to shoot by 6:35. I wasnÂ’t about to get my musket dirty again for 15 minutes of shooting. It never opened again.
As for the vendors, there wasnÂ’t a single one there. No food vendors, no shooting supply vendors, nothing! There was also less then 20 camps there. I was told that one of the larger national events moved to this weekend and most of the vendors went to that. However, no one is sure where all the other re-enactors went. There was a lot of speculation, but no one knew for sure. It was a very quite camp, really sober somber.
It didnÂ’t help that it rained most of the day on Saturday AND Sunday. It also didnÂ’t help that both Ktreva and Clone got sick Saturday night and where up all night vomiting. I tried to warn her not to let Clone drink from THAT bottle, but she wouldnÂ’t listen! ThatÂ’s a joke people! They had some kind of food poisoning. Something that I didnÂ’t eat, which left one culprit, bad apples.
Ktreva was bored out of her mind the entire weekend. There was nothing for her to do there except watch Clone. At least with vendors, you can go on a walk about and see what they have, even if you arenÂ’t buying.
As for me, I joined in the post shoot... I was on the third place (second loser) team, which won me a beer. Hey, free beer is good. For those of you that donÂ’t know, a post shoot is a competition to shoot a 2X4 in half in the shortest amount of time. My friend Jim, his father, his son and his friend that camped with them where the team that won, for the fourth straight year. On Sunday, I watched the second half of the bow shoot. (It was postponed on Saturday due to rain) and on Sunday I was in the Tomahawk throw.
The point of the ‘hawk competition is to cut a playing card in half with a single throw of a tomahawk AND have it stick in the block. I would have won, I cut the card in half, but my ‘hawk didn’t stick. The block was hard and everyone was having trouble with getting their ‘hawks to stick. I wasn’t able to duplicate that feat.
After the tomahawk throw, we packed up camp and went home. You know an event went bad when you where home, unpacked, had the wet canvas hung and were able to watch the fourth quarter of a noon game. Normally IÂ’m lucky to get all of that done and be able to see kick off the Sunday night game.
If it werenÂ’t for the fact that our friend Jim and his camp was there the entire weekend would have completely and utterly sucked. Most of the camps were spread far apart and separated from one another. There just wasnÂ’t the camaraderie there that was at most of the other events. This again may be in part due to the rain, but I donÂ’t think so. Saturday the rain was finished sometime around 5:00 PM.
I donÂ’t know if IÂ’ll do this event next year or not to be honest with you. IÂ’m thinking about joining the club so any friend with me and I can go shooting there anytime we want. If I do that, then I think IÂ’ll have to go back. If I donÂ’t join, IÂ’ll probably go back to Belvidere.
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September 22, 2005
This morning I heard two of my thralls talking about killing a deer in order to make sausage. Of course, my interest was peeked, killing deer and eating it, how any red blooded American re-enacting male could not want to get in on this. When I asked what brought this up, since neither “J-man” or “Big-T” seem to be the hunter type, they tell me that minion “Sherby” killed a deer with her truck on the way to work. Jumping out of my chair, I exclaim, “What? A dead deer ready for the taking? Where?” Visions of a new deer hide and fresh meat for the weekend filled my head.
Plans of field dressing the deer in the parking lot were dashed when they said, someplace on Spring Creek RD. They werenÂ’t exactly sure, but it had been a couple of hours since the incident and Spring Creek is a pretty busy road. Walking over to SherbyÂ’s desk, I start asking her questions.
Me: “I hear you killed a deer this morning.”
Sherby: “It was an accident, it jumped out in front of me. I hit it with my Dad’s truck.”
Me: “Did you grab the deer? Did you call the police?”
Sherby: “The deer was too big for me to pick up, so I left it on the side of the road. It wasn’t an adult deer, but it was still too big for me. Why would I call the police?”
Me: “Because in Illinois if you hit a deer with your vehicle, it is the law that you contact the police, plus you’ll need the report for the insurance company. Where did you hit the deer at?” (You do have to contact the police if you hit a deer; this is true)
Sherby: “I hit it on Spring Creek down by the river. My dad only has liability, so we won’t be filing a claim with the insurance.” (She hit the deer in downtown Rockford! All the luck! By this time, the crews would have cleaned it up, it would have been flattened in traffic or the homeless would be eating better then I am tonight!)
Me: “You still want to contact the police. If you don’t they can charge you with leaving the scene of motor vehicle accident with a fatality. You don’t want the police showing up at your dad’s door to drag him away do you? You left a dead deer in downtown Rockford, where there are cameras and witnesses that can identify the vehicle.” (The police will NOT charge you with leaving the scene of a MVA with a Fatality for reducing the surplus deer population.)
Sherby (looking worried): “Killing a deer is considered a fatality?”
Me: “Of course it died. It’s like a homicide, except it’s a faunacide. Instead of dealing with a human you have an animal” As far as I know there is no such thing as a faunacide, I believe I made that word up on the spot. UPDATE: Actually googling it, there appears that someone else came up with it before me.
Sherby: “Is that bad?”
Me: “Well yea, it falls under the animal cruelty laws. It’s a felony in this state. It’s equal to clubbing kittens with a golf club” (lie, lie, lie… BTW, I just liked that analogy so I used it, there is no special law for clubbing kittens with a golf club.)
Sherby (eyes wide and teary); “It was an accident! I didn’t mean to hit the deer!”
Me: “What if that had been a kid you had hit? Would you have meant to hit the kid, probably not? Because this is a deer that makes it okay? That’s just wrong. That poor deer was out, enjoying life and trying just to survive and you go and squash its head with the front of your truck. Now the poor little deer will never be able to grow up and enjoy life. At least when a hunter kills a deer they eat it and use the carcass. Not you, no you just leave its lifeless body on the side of the road where its death is meaningless!” (Did I mention she is an animal lover? No… ahhh, now it’s funnier!)
Sherby (eyes misting over, voice shaky): “That’s not what I meant; I never meant to hurt anything. I wouldn’t hurt an animal. I don’t know what to do.”
Me: “What I would do, if I were you, is call the police. Tell them that you hit the deer and that you just now where able to get to a phone. They will tell you exactly what you need to do. You should still be in an acceptable time frame, so I don’t foresee any problems.” (This was legit advice. She did need to call them and even though it was technically a lie, since she didn’t know she had to call the police until now, this was the first chance she had to call them).
Sherby (looking better) “Thanks Mr. Contagion. I’ll do that now.”
Twenty minutes pass, I walk back over to Sherby.
Me: “Sherby, what did the police say? Are they going to charge you with Faunacide?” (Because cops charge people with crimes over the phone?)
Sherby (looking releaved) “Luckily no… I just need to go file an accident report.”
Me: “You got lucky this time!”
Later when she left to go to lunch with minion Blond-T, I asked who was driving. Minion Blond-T responded she was. This set up this parting shot:
Me: “Good now maybe more innocent deer won’t be slaughtered at the hands of the Sherby.”
I couldnÂ’t help but laugh while Sherby gave me the evil eye and Blond-T laughed.
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I donÂ’t mind charity drives, but I hate feeling forced into donating my time and money. Is it a donation then? Not in my mind, if forced to pay then IÂ’m not donating money IÂ’m a victim of extortion. IÂ’ve worked for companies that keep track of donations to the United Way and if you donÂ’t donate so much you wonÂ’t get a promotion or good review. They went so far as to tell the employees that. My current company is not that bad, however they do put a frown on a lack of participation, especially if you are management level. They do however hand out a sheet telling you what the recommended donation is based on your salary level.
My company makes a huge deal out of this drive. They put on shows, hold raffles, have fundraisers, and do what they call “Supervisor Stunts”. The Supervisor Stunts starts with a drive for money. They have cups set up with various peoples names on them and employees in the company drop money in to the cup to vote for which supervisor has to do a stunt. The four with the most money are the “winners”. The stunts are usually unimaginative things stolen from pop culture. A couple years ago, they did a fear factor take off where the individuals had to eat something safe, yet disgusting. In all actuality there was nothing all that disgusting about what they ate. Last year they did a take off of the old Nickelodeon show Double Dare. Each supervisor had to go through an obstacle course that was only designed to get them covered in slime, condiments, ice cream, pudding, etc.
This year they decided to open it up to all management and some of the support staff. I was strongly encouraged to participate in it this year. Why? Because with my position I am easily one of the top two people in the office that the employees would like to get revenge on. Thus, I would bring in a lot of money. Unfortunately, for them I had a different idea. Mine was more along the lines of, “I’m not donating one damn cent to the United Way and I’m not doing anything that might help raise a dime for them.”
See the extended entry for my reasons.
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Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
Third Emperor of Rome and ruler of one of the most powerful empires of all time, your common name means "little boots". Although you only reigned for four years, brief even by Roman standards, you still managed to garner a reputation as a cruel, extravagant and downright insane despot. Your father died in suspicious circumstances, you were not the intended heir, and one of your first acts as Emperor was to force the suicide of your father-in-law. Your sister Drusilla died that same year; faced with allegations that your relationship with her had been incestuous, you responded, bafflingly, by declaring her a god.
You revived a number of unpopular traditions, including auctions of properties left over from public shows. When a senator fell asleep at one such auction, you took each of his nods as bids, selling him 13 gladiators for a vast sum. You attempted to have your horse, Incitatus, made into a consul and hence one of the most powerful figures in Rome. It was granted a marble stable with jewels and a staff of servants. At one point you forced your comrade Macro to kill himself - in much the same vein as your father-in-law - accusing him of being his wife's pimp. You, of course, were having an affair with said wife at the time.
Things went from bad to worse. When supplies of condemned men ran short in the circus, you had innocent spectators dragged into the arena with the lions to fill their place. You claimed mastery of the sea by walking across a three-mile bridge of boats in the Bay of Naples; kissed the necks of your lovers, whispering sweet nothings like "This lovely neck will be chopped as soon as I say so,"; dallied with your sister's lover and made her pull her unborn child out of her womb prematurely. Towards the end of your reign, you had a golden statue of yourself made and dressed each day in the same clothes you yourself wore. When you eventually died, the terrified people of Rome refused to believe that such a cruel reign could ever end, and believed you to be alive for years afterwards.
Blog Momma-Sis Bou had this quiz. Since I am a historical Re-enactor and amature historian, I just had to take it. However, for the record I have never, EVER bedded my own sister... your sister, maybe when I was in college... but that was a long time ago! 
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September 21, 2005
My grandparents on my motherÂ’s side lived in small towns in northern Illinois when I was growing up. At first, it was on a farm they owned and ran just outside of Kirkland, IL. Then when my grandfather wasnÂ’t able to run the farm anymore, they sold it and moved into a neighboring town where he got a job. Every summer on the Fourth of July there would be a family reunion and we would all get together at my Grandparents and drive to Kirkland for their festival. They would have a pork chop dinner, flea market and the usual rides, games and carnival food. During the day, the local sport leagues would get together and play baseball. There was a big parade. In one area, they had truck and tractor pulls and at night, there were fireworks. I remember this fair fondly. We stopped going when I was around 14 and would go camping instead.
It was during one of the last years we went that my incident happens. When I was 12 or 13, we decided to make an entire weekend of it. My parents drove the small RV they owned to my grandparents house so we could sleep in that instead of them having to drive home late at night with my 8 year old sister and myself just to get up and come back early the next day. This year the worst thing that could happen to a kid on the Fourth of July, happened to me. I got sick; I came down with the flu. No one believed me when I was telling them I wasnÂ’t feeling good all day, they didnÂ’t want to miss the fun. I donÂ’t blame them either, I still wanted to go and I felt pretty bad.
Upon arriving, I took off with some money to join up with cousins of mine that lived there. We purchased tickets and got in line for this ride called The Salt and Pepper Shakers. It was basically two cars that spun in an opposite directions in a vertical circle. As we stood in line, this big nasty looking Carnie kept harassing the girls in line, especially the pretty ones, about them getting sick on the ride. Some of the girls got so nervous they actually stepped out of line. IÂ’m not sure if it was what he was saying or if it was the way he smelled. It was one of the most horrid things I had smelt at that time in my life. I have since smelt much worse. ItÂ’s one of those smells that get stuck in your memory and you just canÂ’t let it go. Back then I didnÂ’t know what the smell was, today I can. He smelt like stale beer, cigarettes, sweat, urine, feces and sex.
Have you ever had a smell so bad that it is stuck in your nose for hours and no matter what you do, you canÂ’t make it go away? Well, that was what happened to me. When it was my turn to get on the ride I was feeling worse then normal, but I didnÂ’t want to ruin my fun. We were strapped in and the ride started. I was in the rear-facing car, luckily, when all hell broke loose. In the middle of the third loop, it hit me. IÂ’m not sure if it was because of the flu, motion sickness, the smell of the guy stuck in my nose, the half pound of parade candy I had eaten, the guy talking about kids getting sick or all of the above.
From my mouth with enough force to spray through the protective cage came up everything I had eaten in the last 2 years of my life. Well it seemed like it was that much. Apparently, I had timed it just right too, when it flew out of the cage it showered the carnie in all of its foul gastric juice nastiness. Of course, there where other people hit, but the majority of it hit the carnie.
The ride was quickly stopped and we where taken off. The other people in line groaned, as they had to shut it down to clean it off. The carnie was swearing up and down at his much-needed shower. I swear it made him smell better! The most amusing part of it was that surprisingly little of my own vomit was on me. It spewed fourth so hard and with the motion of the car, only a little actually landed on my shoes.
My grandfather quickly took me home. I kept apologizing the whole way for my ruining the day. Grandpa was a great man and told me that it was okay, he was ready to go home for a nap anyways. I knew it wasnÂ’t true, but it made me feel better. He would have spent the whole day watching the truck and tractor pulls.
The next day I didnÂ’t go back to the carnival at all, I was bed ridden and didnÂ’t feel up to it. When the next year came and we went back to the fair, my illogical kid mind was in fear that the same smelly carnie would be back and looking for me to get revenge. Even back then, I had heard stories of carnies. If he was there I never saw him, or I didnÂ’t recognize him.
It was the worse Fourth of July I had ever had.
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September 20, 2005
How evil are you?
I was over at Jenna Thomas-McKie's and she had this quiz. I haven't done a quiz in a while so I thought why not. I answered honestly thinking I would get "you are good with evil tendancies", not the above.
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IÂ’ll be honest and admit it does make me chuckle; there is something darkly amusing about that. Maybe itÂ’s because one of my ways of dealing with things is to make jokes out of it, or maybe itÂ’s just because IÂ’m an asshole. Either way it did amuse me some.
So far IÂ’ve shared this with about a dozen people getting a mixed reaction, IÂ’m just curious what everyone else thinks. Is this funny or is it tactless? Or possibly tactlessly funny.
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September 19, 2005
This last weekend I took my wife, Ktreva, to see the Packer/Browns game. Yes, my team lost which sucks, but that is life. For all of the naysayers out there, remember the Packers started last season with a 1-4 record and ended up with a 10-6 and the division. There are 14 games left so donÂ’t get too worked up yet.
On the way up, we made excellent time. We were behind this Semi averaging 80 MPH; we drafted most of the way to Green Bay behind him. It was nice. However, we lost him around Fon Du Lac. When we got to Oshkosh, we were stuck in traffic. The city is on both sides of Lake Butte Des Morts; however, the only bridge that crosses it is the highway. We hit Oshkosh right around 5:15 when everyone that worked on the south side of the lake was trying to get to their homes on the north side. It was insane. We went 10 miles in 30 minutes.
We spent Saturday buying Packer items, including mud flaps for my truck, clothes and Packer Lingerie for the wifeÂ… Its football and sexÂ… how can you go wrong? We also went through the Packer Hall of Fame and took a tour of Lambeau Field. The tour was great because we were able to go out the tunnel the Packers run out of every home game. We were able to walk along the edge of the field itself, however we were specifically told to stay off the grass. I was a bad man. After weighing the possible penalties, I decided I had to take the risk. The only people around me where my wife and the tour guide and he seemed to be pre-occupied with the other members of our group; so, I reached down and touched the grass. He caught me and I just gave him a guilty look and was ready to be thrown out of the stadium. He just laughed and shook his head. Apparently some fan does it every tour group. To me I wasnÂ’t sure if I would ever have the chance to be down there again. Being a life long Packer fan I had to do it!
My wife was great; she understood my little idiosyncrasies and played along with them. She also was excited at the whole Packer Experience. Being able to revel in the history and legends of one of the founding teams of the NFL AND the only team that has its original name. All of the others have either changed names and/or cities.
There were Cleveland Brown’s fans there of course. Even they seemed to enjoy the city and the stadium. The only complaint I heard from the Brown’s fans was; “Packer fans are way too nice.” That just goes to show you that Packer fans are the greatest and classiest fans on the face of the earth.
I ended up wearing jeans and a Jersey to the game. Five minutes before kickoff I was regretting not wearing shorts, it was hot! Well it was hot to me, IÂ’m used to winter games. It was nice that we werenÂ’t all cramped together. When you go to winter games, the seating is very cramped due to all the cold weather gear everyone wears.
On Sunday, during half time, the PackerÂ’s retired Reggie WhiteÂ’s number 92. It was a nice ceremony. IÂ’ll admit I got a little misty-eyed, especially when they unveiled his name and number on the ring of Fame at Lambeau. His was only the fifth number to be retired in Packer history. The others are Don HutsonÂ’s 14, Tony CanadeoÂ’s 3, Bart StarrÂ’s 15 and Ray NitschkeÂ’s 66. You may not be a Packer fan, but you canÂ’t deny that Reggie was a class act and one of the greatest defensive players ever to play the game. ItÂ’s a shame that he was taken at such a young age from this world.
I pressed my luck again with speeding, and succeeded, I didnÂ’t get a ticket. We were able to get out of the Stadium at the end of the game and back home by 9:30. I made sure to note the times because IÂ’ve had people tell me that it isnÂ’t possible to go to a 3:15 game in Lambeau and make it back to Rockford before 10 PM. Of course I averaged 10 MPH over, but arenÂ’t speed limits more of a suggestion anyway?
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September 16, 2005
They are calling for the weather to be in the 70Â’s with minimal chance of rain. When packing I realized that I was short on the warm weather clothes for the stadium. Since 90% of the games IÂ’ve been to were in December, I have tons of clothes for cold weather! The thought of wearing shorts into a stadium kind of scares me. IÂ’ve never been able to do that before this weekend. Something is inherently wrong with wearing shorts to a football game.
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September 15, 2005
Tuesday when I hit channel 405, the Game Show Network, I found the most interesting show. EXTREME DODGEBALL! I kid you not; I spent an hour Tuesday night on the edge of my seat watching two teams of seven adults, the New York Bling and Denver Hurlers, playing dodgeball. I thought this was only in the movies, aka Dodgeball. I didnÂ’t realize adults ACTUALLY played this gameÂ… for MONEY!
In the first quarter the Denver Hurlers lead by 12 points and kept a lead on the New York Bling all the way up to the last two minutes of the Fourth quarter when New York took the lead and the game, after slowly whittling away DenverÂ’s lead through the second, third and fourth quarters.
This has to be the newest greatest sport! Possibly, even better then FootballÂ….
Okay, I over stepped the line there and I can’t keep this up. This was one of the most stupid things I’ve wasted my time watching. They even had celebrity captains on the teams, some boxing chic and a snowboarder. There were goofy rules for scoring points depending on which quarter it was. The players had some goofy nicknames and a couple wore makeup or costume accessories to their uniforms. They had this female “reporter” down on the field that looked like a crack whore they picked up off the streets, showered, put in a decent pair of jeans and a shirt, handed a microphone to and said, go pretend actually to care about this sport. It was tragic.
I don’t know what was worse, realizing that players where around my age or that these people where actually winning money to play this. Burger King was a sponsor, they even had the Burger King “Hit of the Game” or something like that. Their affiliation with this “sport” (read game… it’s not a sport) makes my want to not only have nothing to do with them again, but to also disavow their existence. Well this and all those commercials they have of the Burger King playing football… okay any commercial involving him.
Needless to say, I doubt I will go out of my way to watch this again. I think I would rather spend a night watching maggots grow in a dirty diaper.
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September 14, 2005
The worst part is that Boopie has been asking me to buy him an Xbox for two years now, and I keep telling him he doesn't need one. He's going to be so mad when he sees it. That and the fact I've already decided that since I'm plugging it into the main TV of the house the only time he will get to play it is when A) I am not playing it. 2) My wife doesn't want to watch the TV. D) I don't want to watch the TV. That pretty much leaves at night when he is sleeping.
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September 13, 2005
Normally, I don't post pictures like thatÂ…. on this site. However, since Harvey was one of the three people to influence me to start a blog, I thought I would comply with his wishes. Plus I have met him in person and he is generally a good guy. Oh, and now that he is 39, TNT is going to trade him in for a younger model. That means heÂ’s going to need something to keep him busy at night.
HereÂ’s to you Harvey! Happy Birthday!
The picture is in the extended entry. To quote the birthday boy himself, “moderately safe for work, but difficult to explain."
UPDATE: Harvey has his official birthday post up. more...
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Well tomorrow I have to go fill her up. I've got about 1/8th of a tank left. Gas is down to $2.81 a gallon. This should only cost me around $100.00. I'm not complaining, I feel that it is my right to drive that truck around burning off fossil fuels just to make up for the annoyance of having to hear hippies whine about it.
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