A co-worker started up a travel web site a few years back. It is now finally making money. I have been watching this site since inception and it has been fun seeing the growth. The site looks very professional and does appear to have some good travel bargains. All this while staying employed at his current full-time job and raising a family. Very impressive.
I am beginning to think we are going to see another tech bubble. This one will be a little better thought out than the previous and have a better foundation. The venture capitalist will be considerably more careful in what they throw their money at.
“That thing in men’s brains, the one that makes you pretend to be asleep after a good roll in the hay….
It is, in fact bovine spongiform (mad cow disease). You see, men’s brains are already virtual loofas and any stimulation whatsoever results in the necessity for sleep. It is also an avoidance behavior to prevent the inevitable need for women to ‘talk’ or worse, cuddle.” – Your Zoyx Physician
There are a few shreads of truth to this, check out these symptoms:
- Personality changes
- Muscle twitching
- Muscle stiffness
- Nervous, jumpy feelings
- Changes in gait (walking, locomotion)
- Lack of coordination — stumbling, falls
- Speech impairment
- Poor enunciation (hard-to-understand speech or mumbling)
- Delirium or dementia develops rapidly
- Deterioration in all aspects of brain function
- Profound confusion, disorientation
This particular strain must only become active in men’s brains after a tumble with a woman. Although I seem to notice similar symptoms when I pass a Victoria Secret store in the mall. I lose most of my motor control and speech becomes slurred. Interesting.
I have a relative with an alcohol problem. Philosophical question for you all… is alcoholism just a physical addiction… or is alcohol a masking device to cover up some hole in your soul? Definitely a question worthy of deep thought, preferably over a beer or two.
Meanwhile, somethingawful.com has its own unique 12 step program. One of the most unique things about this program is that it only has 10 steps. And now the cutting and pasting of copyrighted material…
1. Stop drinking.
2. Find any alcohol in the house and throw it in a padded box. Send the padded box to my address so I can “inspect” it.
3. Look in the mirror. Do you like what you see? Is this all a dream? Imaginary?
4. To substitute your craving for alcohol, try spinning in circles to get really dizzy, and then go the other way real fast. This will simulate a “buzz” for a few seconds and get you through those long days.
5. See step #1.
6. If you still have the cravings for alcohol, start a heroin habit. Nothing beats a bout of depraved alcoholism like a degrading heroin addiction.
7. Bring your own jug of “Kool Aid” to watch sporting events while your friends drink beer. If they jeer and mock you for it, run home and cry.
9. This step is under construction. Pardon our dust.
10. Stop drinking so much you fucking pussy.
Now that I have a girlfriend, I am very fearful that she will start to dress me. To turn that fear into a nightmare, she would choose International Male as her primary shopping turf. Again, Something Awful has a fine article on this establishment. The only thing missing from this article? Assless Chaps.
It’s official, I signed a purchase agreement for that condo in Little Canada. I close on August 6th. So I don’t lose the description from Edina Realty’s page when the link goes cold, I made myself a crude LJ-cut for something more permanant.
LJ-cut Condo Description (click me)
With a name like Ezekiel Rubottom, you are bound to be a bit eccentric.
I think I still have my yanked wisdom teeth somewhere in my world. I should find them and make that necklace.
Yesterday, I drove down to take a look/see at another condo that I am interested in. Take a look for yourself. I like it. The amenities include a small pool and hot tub, excericise room, party room, book reading hang out area, and a “hot chicks” room. Being built around 1971, things are a bit dated in spots… especially the “hot chicks” room. The “hot chicks” were from the disco era and were well into their 50s.
I then went to Sunsets in Woodbury and played NTN trivia. I again hung out with Bob Yates and a couple of his friends. A couple of my friends showed up as well, making it a grand total of 6 at our table. Fun times, but I am afraid we handicapped the “ringer” trivia player that accompanied Bob. He actually came in second in the big hour long match. First, I darn near kill Bob in golf, then I break their consecutive NTN victories. I am not scoring many points in the Bob Yates camp.
I hung out at my sisters for the rest of the evening. She’s been a bit down lately and is in need of being picked up. We talked for a couple of hours before going to bed early.
I hit the road for Duluth at 7 AM this morning and arrived at Goatgirl’s place a little after 9 AM. We hung out for a few hours and also did some shopping.
The reason for the sparseness of personal updates is because Goatgirl and I are back on. So we have been doing the pair bonding thing and I would like to keep most of that private. Things are going exceptionally well I might add.
We have yet to take the “pie oath”, we should do that shortly. Thats when you promise to be forever true to your partner, then you feed your companion a spoonful of pie, then kiss… preferably with your mouth open and pie still inside of your mouths. After the pie oath, you know your love is forever. Sure more powerful than that 50/50 wedding vow.
Just one more thing to reinforce my sense of inadequacy.
Google released a new toy. Google Earth. I shall now use it to show you where I grew up. First you need to install the Google Earth program, then hit this link. This Google tool should zoom in close to my childhood home near the Mpls/St. Paul area. More specifically, the 6 acre pond on my parents plot of land. The house is in the open area on the eastern side of the pond.
What the heck, go pay a quick visit to the apartment complex in Slidell, LA that I lived in.
A friend told me about the bike trails that they are building up north of me. The Mesabi Trail. I might have to take my bike up there before the cold hits.