Rant: People on Facebook talking about how recent events are somehow karmic or divine retribution for Pearl Harbor, and that the Japanese had it coming to them. And they're not kidding. Sigh. I can't even.
Rave: SEA>HNL>KOA = Booked. Total of 12 days. I'm taking the trip to paddle in an 18-mile open ocean outrigger race. Fuck. YES! Rant: Kona town was hit by the tsunami, including a couple of the canoes from the local clubs. Don't know how or if that's going to affect the race in any way.
Rave Date #2 with cute blonde went very well. Rant Laptop still being worked on so Dragon Age 2 still eludes me. Although considering the mixed reception it's been getting this might be a good thing.
Rave: Holy shit, I think I'm going to write a song. Like a no kidding song that I think can be a hit. I was classically trained in the piano and clarinet, trained in jazz on the key bass and tenor sax, have a cousin that's a professional vocalist, and have been to enough rave / concert events to level an ankylosaurus. I need a sell-able beat maker however. I've got three options in which to choose and likely many hours of style refinement are ahead of me. I really think I'm going to this, as this song haunts my dreams. Rant: My wife thinks I'm crazy, but the support is there. Me: "Hey babe, do you want to hear the hook at least?" Her: "Nah, it's a little early in the week to crush your self-esteem."
Holy Shit: Bryan Adams is expecting a baby. Well, his girlfriend is. All these years I've assumed he was gay.
Rave!!! I just bought the sexiest bench and barbell at Play it Again Sports. I love it when people spend a grip in nice equiptment and NEVER USE IT. Thanks Fatass!! Small Rave: Mr. PIMPTRESS was complimented for having a badass girl. My ego needs alittle stroke sometime. Aaawww RAVE: The man mentioned above bought me new Adidas running shoes, then the entire matching shorts, sports bra/tank and warmup jacket thing to commemorate my new marathon goals. It's all an electric pink set, so I will look like a Barbie on acid. I will have fun with it. Nerd Rave: Went thrift store shopping and found a bunch of old Marvel comics for 99 cents a piece. Several early editions, maybe I will score. That's my kind of lottery.
RAVE: I am taking my first shot at chili! It is my cousins recipe, but in the traditions of families everywhere, it is mostly a touch of this a dab of that. So I feel that it is something I made with out to much help. DOUBLE RAVE: I still have to let it sit in the refridgerator over night before I put it back on the stove to finish cooking. But so far it taste really good. St. Pats RAVE: I have to work tomorrow. But after that I am heading out to the Casino for the night. Then back home to host a poker party with the fiance. Then OH THE DRINKING for St. Pats.
Rave best time of year for big bass, they have moved up into shallow waters and started making beds, they are very aggressive and will eat some funky baits. Going to the lake tomorrow for some bed fishing-break out the christmas tree shit. Rave 100% catch and release
Rave: Car starter sounds like ass turning over....might have to replace it....no way to jack the car up, or access the starter. Here comes a nasty repair bill...fuck! God damn car. Rant: Father called, with a surprise trip to England.... Its only a week, but fuck yea!
RANT: Got three or four calls this weekend from my mother, who usually calls less times than that in a week. She leaves voicemails saying she needs to talk to me about something. She gave the impression it was something of importance, but not urgent. Finally get a hold of her tonight, ask her what's up. She tells me, almost in an ominous tone, that she has surgery Friday. I get halfway through asking her if everything is alright, when she cuts me off with "I'm getting a breast augmentation." Y'know, because that news from my mother couldn't wait a week, or just be brought up as a by-the-way thing. Jesus. This from the same woman who was bragging about "how firm my ass is" from the gym at dinner the last time I saw her. I get it, she's a woman. That said, there are certain things I just don't want or need to know. And let me be clear, I don't expect handouts from my parents, but her husband is 20 years her senior. I'm sure he's quite satisfied with that, so how about a bit of help with college courses instead of getting your tits done? RAVE: New position at work with a raise on the way. Maybe I can save up enough to call my parents and say "Hey, just thought you guys should know I got cock surgery! Guaranteed my shit's bigger than yours, dad!" That would fit right in with my fucked up family.
Rave: Tales of the Cocktails Vancouver, good fucking times. Been drinking since 10:30 this morning, lots of schwag, pure awesome.
Rant: Finished all my audits for the quarter, it's gonna be a long 2 weeks. Rave: March Madness has begun, I love this time of year. Rant: Ran over my neighbors cat this morning... Rant: This is the second time I've run over a neighbors cat.
Rave: I should be getting roughly $1300 back for my income tax refund. That'll be more than enough to help me pay for my Vegas trip in July, and should also greatly assist the purchase of new golf-clubs for the spring. I have decided that THIS is the spring/summer where I turn my golf-game around. I've always had a natural talent for golf, but over the years I have let MANY bad habits form in my game, and these were all pointed out to me during my recent trip to Phoenix. Anybody who golfs lots knows that if you start tinkering with your swing on the course, it will only lead to copious frustration. It did indeed. However it was a great wakeup call. It made me realize that I need new irons, better wedges, and lots of time on the range to help sort out the kinks. I'm excited because I know that many of the golf shops nearby will have some killer spring deals. Rant: I live in Saskatchewan. I won't be golfing for AT LEAST another month or two. Rant: A friend's Mom has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. Given what happened with my Mom last summer, she obviously sought my advice on 'How to Deal' with this type of thing. While I'm more than happy to share my wisdom and struggles regarding cancer, it also serves as a constant reminder that my Mom is gone and she's not coming back. There is not a day that goes by where I don't think about her. Rave: The wheels are officially in motion for "The Proposal." The future Mrs. Voice is going to be blown away.
Rave: Luckily for me, you can still get this one, it's just $5 more than it was yesterday. (clicky) Rave: I got a bonus at work today. It's not a ton, but it's still nice. Rant: Fucking Taxes.
Rave: For the last 9 months, I've had a piece of shit Nokia brick. Finally got a smartphone, HTC Desire HD, it's fucking fantastic. Rant: FUCK YOU KARMA, FUCK YOU RIGHT IN THE FUCKING EAR YOU CUNT! FUCKING FUCK! dropped my less than 4 day old phone, giant crack in the screen. Have had the thing for less than 100 hours. FUCK!
RANT: Tried to plug my phone into the charger last night and nothing happened. I try every single charger I own, hell even a friend's and the battery eventually drained and my phone remained lifeless until someone at the Sprint store put a new battery in today and told me the charger input was shot. When someone dials my extension at work, the call gets routed to my phone. GREAT for sales. Rave: I'm getting a brand new phone tomorrow and the guy at the Sprint store noticed I have insurance halfway through telling me how much it'd cost me otherwise. I hate the damned old phone anyways, so i'll feed it some lead as soon as I get the new one in my hands. Rave: My phone insurance just paid for itself.