Well, I can't call myself a gamer. Nor would I, for that matter. But I still found
this to be entertaining.


"Hey Pal, I love you. But.....

Be a man."

I awoke sometime last night to the apparent emotional breakdown of some drunk guy in the parking lot with his buddy. From what I could gather through the pillow over my head, the Dude got some woman pregnant (relationship status unknown, perhaps lost to the pillow). Anyway, he laid his insecurities bare through tears, the resultant large gulps of air, and then drinks of beer (always in that order). His friend developed a mantra of sorts to deal with the situation.

"I love you, Buddy. But be a man."

Over and over and over. Apparently being emotional and insecure and scared is okay so long as you're drunk. Oh, expressions of love are apparently okay between men as well, so long as the individuals are drunk, use words like "Pal" and "Buddy", and temper those expressions with "manly" things.

I don't want to think about this crap in the middle of the night. Hopefully the Dude remembered his friend telling him to "Be a man" through the hangover. Whatever that means.


with the fam

S, B & B
Originally uploaded by the bandits altercations

Yo yo yo! The fam-dam-a-leeeeeeee (sub one) came down for the holiday weekend. I'm pleased to report: good times were had by all. We traipsed around a beach, ate some delicious food at a few great restaurants, and generally had a grand time. Most excellent. I count myself among the lucky for many reasons, not the least of which is having a family that likes each other.

Anyhoo, I hope everyone had a splendid weekend.


Once again, The Crud; or, I blame Las Vegas

coma inducing, more like it.

If one were to look back over the last month of postings, one would see hints and glimmers of complaining... words like "am still hacking away" as well as specific number of days with said cough. Smart me, finally went to the doctor... a month after it started. Yeah. Bronchitis. Apparently bronchitis is a favorite illness of mine as this is the 3rd time I've had it in a year and a half. It was totally deceptive though! Never really noticed any tell-tale signs of sickness: chills, body-aches, fever, etc. Just the cough.

Apparently, "acute bronchitis can result from breathing irritating fumes, such as those of tobacco smoke or polluted air." Thus, I blame Las Vegas. Stupid smoking everywhere except within 200ft of food.



break away

So, I survived. My college alumni game was last weekend and I survive intact, if not sore. Even managed a few good runs. Only a few of course, because after each one I essentially collapsed. It was fantastic. Got to the point where I was so tired I was too tired to pick my ass up and get some water. Most excellent. It's good to have one's ass handed to them on a plate every now and again. Sort of like pressing the reset button.

In other news, you may or may not be aware that I have a chicken named after me. I'm told she's a rather assertive bird that chases other animals out of the yard. In her honor I present the following interpretive Chicken Run mix, found in the great world of YouTube.


The Age of Nerd

okay, so I must give props to KFR. He made me an epic mix before he left town many moons ago. I just really realized the fun of running to one particularly EPIC song, The Age of Pamparius by Turbonegro. Yeah. I've actually got big plans for some variety of movie intro. Or credits perhaps.

On that note, I'm off for the weekend: a little family, a little friends, a little hyperventilating on a soccer field in 90 degree F heat. Good times.


6, six, sixth, 6, six

  • times I've play the song "I want to sex you up" by Color Me Bad in iTunes.... woot! This one, ironically, is nestled between Ms. Bonnie Raitt ("Your Good Thing Is About to End") and Mr. David Gray ("Shine") by play count
  • weeks of bike maintenance class I had. No more. boo.
  • place (in historic stats) for number of saves in a single season
  • approximate number of minutes spent washing dishes tonight
  • multiplied by three equals the number of days with a hacking cough


a game of catch-up

So, we don't really need to make a game of it. There isn't that much to catch up on. Nothing terribly exciting. So, goings on:
  • Nurse K recommended a drug cocktail to help with the Crud one night last week. The key ingredients were 1 aspirin, 1 melatonin, and a nip of whiskey with honey. I had good results.
  • Helped some friends with yard work last weekend... am now lobster red in some areas
  • Checked out the marathon, cheered some people on... absolute madness to run for 26.2 miles
  • Am still hacking away at times... fun!
  • Realized I was living in the future. And by that I mean I was totally off in my dates by a week. A week! Who knew I was a time-traveler?
  • Am now a hit at my bike maintenance class... I brought beer for Cinco de Mayo, though I'm thinking it should be made a weekly thing.
That's about the status of the world right now. Nothing exciting or new to report. Hope all is well in your world.