Pork

I’ve been pigging out for the last week and a half or so but the number of the scale keeps staying the same, and in the case of last night actually going down. 207.8 this morning. What the hell is up with that?

The only thing I can figure is that I must be losing muscle at an incredible rate to keep up with the fat I am putting back on! Hooray fat!

Okay, not so much hooray really. I need to stay thin(ish) for at least another week. I don’t know if I ever said or not (and I’m too lazy to go back and check) but a big part of the reason I started dieting was because I had a really embarassing episode at Worlds of Fun last year. One of my favorite rides is the Detonator and I decided to ride it. It has an over the shoulder harness and when they went to lower the harness I basically didn’t fit. There is a green light over the harness and you have to press down on the harness until it turns green, otherwise you’ll be decapitated and they’ll find your head over by the snowcone concession.

So the ride operator is pushing and pushing and collapsing my chest and I’m getting completely embarassed. Eventually it’s clear I simply won’t fit so they move me to another seat which works fine. Which, to be honest, makes me a bit concerned about the quality control of the ride manufacturer, but whatever.

So the fact that I couldn’t fit into a ride I liked, and the fact that I had been uncomfortable all day really with my ass overflowing the roller coaster seats and such and the fact that my doctor soon after told me I was going to die if I didn’t lose weight is what made me start dieting.

And to bring this back around to the point I was making in the third paragraph, I am going to Cedar Point next week and it would be pretty cool, and very redeeming if I could fit in the fucking seats of the rides. You know? It’s the simple things that I find important.

I found it really difficult to keep losing weight over the summer, but last winter it seemed really easy. That could be due to a few things. One, of course, is that I don’t go out as much during the winter. More time for not eating, and not drinking and more going to the gym. The other is that it seems like I developed a bit of a social life over the last year which has certainly made dieting more difficult.

So, yea. What was I saying? Man, I smell like pizza.

Get Me Naked 2: The Electric Boogaloo

I feel like I am wasting life by not caring about this week and wishing it was over so it would be next week but that’s just the way it is. And that’s not even completely true. I just want it to be Saturday. JoLynn’s party is gonna be full of all kinds of awesome and then Thursday… Oh man, Thursday is Coheed and Cambria. I’ve mentioned that before, yes? Once or twice. And then Friday, for the love of God, Friday morning I am going to get on a train of all things and ride to Sandusky, Ohio of all places and ride roller coasters all damn weekend!

Shit, and then the Fazed party is the next weekend and you knows how that goes.

It’s 2am and the snow is falling still. As our good city lays still.

Yea, so I’m going to Cedar Point next Friday and I’m taking the train. Amtrak, that is. I’ve never done it before and I’m hoping for a giant pile of awesome. It’s slow; 12 hours slow but it’s way better than driving, is cheaper than driving and not as expensive as flying. And it’s not flying. Anything that isn’t flying is good by me.

So that’s all super great. Hopefully it doesn’t rain on us at Cedar Point cause that would be a real bummer. Unless it rains and they don’t close the rides cause that would be great. Except it would probably be pretty cold. Man, I don’t want it to be too cold.

I’m pretty damn excited about that trip. I’ve wanted to go since the dawn of time and I’ve wanted to ride a train since the dawn of time. And autumn is going to be in full swing by next week (it’s already happening here) and the scenery is gonna be gorgeous and I just want to fucking GO.

You said “My life’s like a bad movie.”, and I said, “That’s true of all of us.”

I never did get around to posting my massive post on bad dreams. I didn’t finish it and it was already several pages long. I’ll maybe finish that up and post it cause maybe it would be fun to read. Lately my posts have just been these long laundry lists of events, which is cool because I enjoy going back and reading them and remembering the fun I’ve had but maybe not too entertaining for my faithful readers. All both of you.

It’s been so long that it seems like I’ve never danced with anyone. She moves so, she moves so well.

And I’m here to entertain. This blog, at least. It’s here to entertain you and to help me remember. And now I just need something to help me forget.

An Open Letter

I’d like to issue a formal apology to the people of Westport for my behavior on the evening of Saturday, September 24, 2005.
I apologize for the following acts:

  • Calling everyone “bro”.
  • Exhausting The Hurricane of it’s precious PBR.
  • Stomping on innumerable feet while moshing.
  • Screaming at the top of my lungs every few seconds. I’ll buy you all new ears, or at least batteries for your hearing aids.
  • Starting a pit with the intention of getting kicked out and then actually only seeing some of my “bros” getting kicked out. One by an extremely pissed off young lady.
  • Asking an ex-coworker “So, you are with Oracle now?” over and over cause I kept forgetting her answer.
  • Hero worshiping Miah of One Degree Difference.
  • Trying to tell anyone that would listen to how to make me a Key Lime Pie.
  • Generally being an idiot at James the Chubbys security guard. On a side note, when the security guard at your favorite drunken breakfast place starts to recognize you and says “Are you guys down here every weekend, or what?” it’s time to… well… keep doing it, cause it’s fun. I guess.

    I’m sure I’ve missed some, but that should be enough to get the ball rolling.
    All that silliness aside, I had a lot of fun this week and weekend. My entire body feels like it’s going to come apart at the seams and I don’t think my neck, or liver for that matter, will ever be the same but I won’t soon forget this one.

    The coming week is going to be big and lame and boring. There’s not a thingy going on until Saturday night. Which is probably for the best, all told.

  • Blinkenlts

    Scott and I spent another evening working on the XPS LEDs plugin for WinAmp last night and polished it up quite a bit. Scott submitted it to WinAmp for inclusion on the site but it hasn’t happened yet.

    Till it does, check out some videos I took of the plugin in action.
    Awww yeaaa…

    Video 1
    Video 2
    Video 3

    –Update–
    WinAmp has posted the plugin, so go getcha some of that if you are one of the two people in the world with an XPS Gen 2.

    Get Your Cameras Ready

    It’s been a busy, fun week so far and it certainly isn’t going to slow down for the weekend.

    Speaking of the weekend, I never did mention what antics I got up to last weekend. Friday night Adam, JoLynn and I went over to Lake’s place to a quickly arranged house party. Unfortunately no one really showed up so we decided to move the party to Sidepockets. Tricia and JoLynn’s friend Laurie met us there and we played darts and hung out. Good times. Everyone was still in the mood to kick it and it was getting late so we moved the party again to my place. Scotty showed up at some point and there was lots of Jaeger and jello shots, doors open to the beautiful night and late night Dennys. Success!

    Saturday was a lazy, hungover day most. Took Sonja to the dog park with Lake and his two dogs and then finished up Halo 1 with Adam that night. Sunday was pretty quiet as well. Met Adam and JoLynn for some football and beers and stuffing myself sick at 810 Zone and had a pretty early night.

    So, on to the week. Monday night was big, big rock and roll fun in Lawrence. Tricia, her sister Nicole, Nicole’s husband Chris and I headed west for some Greek food and a little Built to Spill. Mad Greek was delicious, as always, and the concert kicked ass. Mike Johnson opened again and put on an incredible show and Built to Spill was great. They closed with a cover of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and it was just awesome.

    Tuesday Scotty and I worked all night writing a WinAmp plugin for his new laptop, which I’ve already talked about a little further down.

    And then last night it was Coldplay at Sandstone! Rilo Kiley opened up and played well but just didn’t do it for me. I only really liked their single, “Portions for Foxes” which they played last and played well. Coldplay was incredible. They had a great light show, sounded perfect and just played a perfect show. We had lawn seats so we couldn’t see the band very well but they had a massive projector system behind the band and they showed closeups plenty of times and did all kinds of cool video stuff. At one point the screen did this whole “Get Your Cameras Ready” countdown thing and then they put the crowd on the giant video screen and lit the whole place up with massive flood lights. Very cool.

    So that’s that for now. There’s all kinds of stuff going on for the rest of the week, but no one with whom to do it! Franz Ferdinand is tonight in Lawrence, The Prids are Friday in St. Joe and One Degree Difference is Saturday at The Hurricane. I’ll be at the ODD show, but the rest I’ll have to catch next time through.

    omghax!!1

    Last night Scotty came over with his monster badass laptop; a Dell XPS Gen 2. One of the cool features of the laptop is that it has all these LEDs all over the case that can change colors. Scott wanted help figuring out how to change them from code and then to maybe write a WinAmp Plugin to match them to music.

    So we did that.

    You can check out our early results at the WinAmp Forum

    I’m a Crook!

    For lunch today I decided to swing by Hen House and pick up some Coldplay tickets for next week’s show. So I did that and since I was there I walked over to the place where they have home cookin’ type food and I got some chicken tenders and some mac and cheese. I went home and enjoyed it. Very good. This is important later.

    So a few minutes ago I am sitting at my desk and my thought process goes like this:
    1. I think I’ll walk down to the vending machines and get a snack.
    2. Shit, I don’t have any ones. All I have is a twenty.
    3. Wait, I broke the twenty when I paid for lunch at Hen House.
    4. I still have just a twenty…
    5. FUCK!

    At Hen House they just weigh the food you get and slap a sticker on it and then you pay at the checkout with all the rest of your stuff. I didn’t have anything else to pay for and I guess my mind was elsewhere and I just trotted right out the door without paying. Good chicken though.

    So, moral to the story? If you need a free lunch, visit Hen House at I35 and Antioch.
    Just kidding.
    Sorta.
    I’m gonna go back and pay tonight. I swear.

    Now I Know Why…

    It seems I managed to make it through a weekend without any incredibly embarrassing photos being taken of me. Score! At least, none I know of.

    Friday night ye olde gang kicked it on over to Blue Koi for some dinner. Adam, JoLynn, Lake, Sarah, Courtney, Jono, Elana and I feasted on all kinds of great stuff and tried to figure out what to do for the rest of the evening. As so often happens when we can’t figure out what to do we ended up at the liquor store and then my house. We had a small, but fun impromptu house party and even finally busted out the Twister game I got for my birthday. Good times. We also played quarters and darts and I lost at all of it.

    Saturday I headed over to Jono’s place to do some voice overs for the movie. It will be hitting theaters Thursday, so make sure you call for advance tickets. Just tell em you want the new Wagner joint and they’ll know what you are looking for.

    Saturday night was, I believe, what we’d like to call a “bender”. It started innocently enough. Tricia and I met up and headed down to Westport to catch some dinner and some art before the Interpol show. We ate at Sung Son (I think it was called), a Vietnamese place on Pennsylvania. I’ve never had Vietnamese so I was a little scared, but it was really good and the place was super cool.

    The Westport Art Fair was very cool, but small. It made me want money. Lots of. There were a few pieces I really liked and would have bought if I had driven my gold plated Ferrari to Westport instead of my (admittedly, still very awesome) RX-8. Some of the photos I liked I could afford but the paintings I remember wanting were like $1700 and $3000. Yea.

    We finally made our way to The Uptown Theater and met with Keaton for some hot Interpol action and hot it was! HOT HOT HOT! They played a hell of a show. I even bought the t-shirt. Hooray rock and roll lifestyle. After the show we decided to walk to The Hurricane by way of anywhere else that looked good. That turned out to be Chez Charlie’s (probably spelled all wrong). Tricia had been there before with Andrea and liked it. So in we went and had a few drinks. Nice little bar, and cheap drinks. Some guy walked out of the bar singing “Take On Me” at the top of his lungs at one point and the rest of the bar sat there laughing for a while. It was great.

    We eventually made it to The Hurricane and you know how that goes. There’s something about that place that makes me completely drunk. I’d imagine it’s the drinks but I am not ruling out that it could be something in the air. I got in a little bit of trouble for holding a bar stool on top my head and spinning it around. I have no idea what I was doing. I’m an idiot. Courtney and JoLynn were supposed to meet us there but JoLynn was having car troubles so it was just Courtney. Her and Keaton weren’t much into the loud, and admittedly bad rock inside so they hung outside for a while. Eventually Courtney and Keaton bailed and Tricia and I stumbled our asses to Chubby’s for breakfast. I don’t even know what time it was, or what time I got home.

    Sunday I mostly laid in bed nursing my broken liver. And reading. And that’s pretty much it. I snuck out for a little while to watch Rome with Adam and JoLynn and that’s about it. That’s about all I could manage 🙂

    The great thing about having a website like this is that in a few years all my friends and family will be able to go back through the history of it and say “Oh. That’s what happened.”