DAILY DOSE: "There's No Holding Me Back, I'm Not Driven By Fear, I'm Just Driven By Anger-- and You're Under Attack"
Ladies, I Link, Because I care.
(thanks to Drew for supplying me with the Link of the Day)
THAT being said, let’s get ALL the regular business out of the way. Today’s Song of the Day is “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace, also known as “The WWE entrance music of Chris Benoit.” I don’t know if it’s because I get to play high-priced Defense attorney today (a living, breathing Jerry Schirato, without the abs), or because I’m sort of just fed up with my lot in life of late, but I’m feeling particularly aggressive today. Thus, the Canadian Crippler’s theme is just what the doctor ordered.
Today’s major business is CONGRATULATIONS TO WAINWRIGHT! He’s getting hitched, friends, if you didn’t know. He proposed to his longtime love Erin (who’s awesome) over the weekend, and miracle of miracles, she said 'yes' —simultaneously making him "my first former roommate to get engaged," and giving hope to fat, retired frat guys everywhere. Thanks, ‘Roids!
Moving right along, let’s talk about the weekend that was, and how disappointed I am in you all. First off, I ask for a little friendly feedback to help make my creative process a little easier, and I get ONE response? One? How hard is it to post-up and say, “all your comic book character name ideas suck. Sorry.” Now, I know that blogger was being pissy earlier last week, but the ‘post a comment’ button started working afterwards. Sheesh. See if I ask for YOUR help again! (and by YOUR, I mean “all of you”)
This weekend, like the last few, was good enough for government work. I guess I’ve not quite totally adapted to this strange New Era. You know, the one where I’m no longer ‘the other Adam,’ I’m just sort of ‘the Best Adam We’ve Got Left.’ I’ve found that I’ve got to go from being the Ultimate Sidekick, to a member of a point-man by committee. And though I’m not BAD at it, I’m not necessarily GOOD at it, either. I’d been prepping for this change, and in truth, it does sort of feel like I’m my own man, finally outside of an always-looming shadow, but growing pains are growing pains, I suppose. I’m not bellyaching (at least, not yet) mind you—just sharing.
So Friday was Z and I at Roland’s in the strip, with not a whole hell of a lot to report. Good turnout by Pittsburgh’s ladies, though. Well played, girls. I went down swinging pretty hard (a theme of the weekend), but to paraphrase Wayne Gretzky (who I hate) and to mix metaphors, “100% of the shots you don't take, don't go in the net.” The highlight of the night was two chicken cheesesteaks sometime around midnight. Which is why my suit barely fits these days.
Saturday I headed back home, helped out the Harvinator with some deckwork and then headed to my ol’ stompin’ ground, Westmoreland Mall, with Will and Z. I lost my Ground Round virginity, and went down swingin’ when I told our waitress to come hang out with us after she got off work. Again—if I’m gonna be a big kid, I have to start facing Major League pitching sometime. Unfortunately, I was looking ‘fastball’ and she brought the curve. I headed back to the bench like Mackowiak in September. The verdict: she had a boyfriend. At least, that helps me feel better about myself. Afterwards, a little pool at the Great Mistake (where I've now won 8 of my last 9 games-- WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!) and then off to the boonie-bar, Jay's, where I ran into some longtime friends from HS that I NEVER get to see anymore, specifically my pal, Vinnie. Always a great time seeing him.
Last night, after some time spent prepping for finals and playing one of the GameCube games I bought for Gooder for Christmas, I caught another episode of Buffy over at Jeanie’s, and then she, Lizzy, Justine, Tim, the Paul, and I headed to Hard Rock to catch one of her friend’s bands. Good times, as usual. Extra-good because they had a multitude of big screens and $3 Arns. The girls danced, I watched the Stillers, and everyone was happy. The coolest part of the night was walking into Bar Louie (hereinafter referred to as “Bar Adam”) and finding absolutely NO ONE other than the wait-staff there. They actually didn’t care that we sat down, ordered food and a few brews. The coolest thing was that every TV had the game on, and the whole Bar just echoed of Joe Theismann. The only thing the place was lacking was Will Ferrell dressed as ‘the Architect’ saying stuff like “concordantly, nevertheless.” Jeanie equated it to any episode of “Scooby Doo” where the team walks into an abandoned [insert building/place here]. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was just because I was coming, and I get that sort of treatment all the time.
So yeah, that was the weekend. Like I said, nothing really that amazing, allthough Benji was only .3 points away from a perfect day. So that was cool. Today’s shaping up okay, I mean, my suit pants still fit, so I’ve got that going for me. Finals week starts today, but I’m less than concerned. Senioritis is funny that way. I’ve got bigger things on my mind, as well. For instance, I’m thoroughly considering giving up my role as the Patron Saint of Lost Causes, and gettin' busy livin'. Cryptic enough for you? Well, that’s just me. Now I’m going to listen to some Cure, bang out the rest of this brief, and become Danny Kaffee. And if you don’t know who Danny Kaffee is, we’re just not friends anymore.
As for you? Get back to work, slackass!
Much love,
-apk
(thanks to Drew for supplying me with the Link of the Day)
THAT being said, let’s get ALL the regular business out of the way. Today’s Song of the Day is “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace, also known as “The WWE entrance music of Chris Benoit.” I don’t know if it’s because I get to play high-priced Defense attorney today (a living, breathing Jerry Schirato, without the abs), or because I’m sort of just fed up with my lot in life of late, but I’m feeling particularly aggressive today. Thus, the Canadian Crippler’s theme is just what the doctor ordered.
Today’s major business is CONGRATULATIONS TO WAINWRIGHT! He’s getting hitched, friends, if you didn’t know. He proposed to his longtime love Erin (who’s awesome) over the weekend, and miracle of miracles, she said 'yes' —simultaneously making him "my first former roommate to get engaged," and giving hope to fat, retired frat guys everywhere. Thanks, ‘Roids!
Moving right along, let’s talk about the weekend that was, and how disappointed I am in you all. First off, I ask for a little friendly feedback to help make my creative process a little easier, and I get ONE response? One? How hard is it to post-up and say, “all your comic book character name ideas suck. Sorry.” Now, I know that blogger was being pissy earlier last week, but the ‘post a comment’ button started working afterwards. Sheesh. See if I ask for YOUR help again! (and by YOUR, I mean “all of you”)
This weekend, like the last few, was good enough for government work. I guess I’ve not quite totally adapted to this strange New Era. You know, the one where I’m no longer ‘the other Adam,’ I’m just sort of ‘the Best Adam We’ve Got Left.’ I’ve found that I’ve got to go from being the Ultimate Sidekick, to a member of a point-man by committee. And though I’m not BAD at it, I’m not necessarily GOOD at it, either. I’d been prepping for this change, and in truth, it does sort of feel like I’m my own man, finally outside of an always-looming shadow, but growing pains are growing pains, I suppose. I’m not bellyaching (at least, not yet) mind you—just sharing.
So Friday was Z and I at Roland’s in the strip, with not a whole hell of a lot to report. Good turnout by Pittsburgh’s ladies, though. Well played, girls. I went down swinging pretty hard (a theme of the weekend), but to paraphrase Wayne Gretzky (who I hate) and to mix metaphors, “100% of the shots you don't take, don't go in the net.” The highlight of the night was two chicken cheesesteaks sometime around midnight. Which is why my suit barely fits these days.
Saturday I headed back home, helped out the Harvinator with some deckwork and then headed to my ol’ stompin’ ground, Westmoreland Mall, with Will and Z. I lost my Ground Round virginity, and went down swingin’ when I told our waitress to come hang out with us after she got off work. Again—if I’m gonna be a big kid, I have to start facing Major League pitching sometime. Unfortunately, I was looking ‘fastball’ and she brought the curve. I headed back to the bench like Mackowiak in September. The verdict: she had a boyfriend. At least, that helps me feel better about myself. Afterwards, a little pool at the Great Mistake (where I've now won 8 of my last 9 games-- WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!) and then off to the boonie-bar, Jay's, where I ran into some longtime friends from HS that I NEVER get to see anymore, specifically my pal, Vinnie. Always a great time seeing him.
Last night, after some time spent prepping for finals and playing one of the GameCube games I bought for Gooder for Christmas, I caught another episode of Buffy over at Jeanie’s, and then she, Lizzy, Justine, Tim, the Paul, and I headed to Hard Rock to catch one of her friend’s bands. Good times, as usual. Extra-good because they had a multitude of big screens and $3 Arns. The girls danced, I watched the Stillers, and everyone was happy. The coolest part of the night was walking into Bar Louie (hereinafter referred to as “Bar Adam”) and finding absolutely NO ONE other than the wait-staff there. They actually didn’t care that we sat down, ordered food and a few brews. The coolest thing was that every TV had the game on, and the whole Bar just echoed of Joe Theismann. The only thing the place was lacking was Will Ferrell dressed as ‘the Architect’ saying stuff like “concordantly, nevertheless.” Jeanie equated it to any episode of “Scooby Doo” where the team walks into an abandoned [insert building/place here]. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was just because I was coming, and I get that sort of treatment all the time.
So yeah, that was the weekend. Like I said, nothing really that amazing, allthough Benji was only .3 points away from a perfect day. So that was cool. Today’s shaping up okay, I mean, my suit pants still fit, so I’ve got that going for me. Finals week starts today, but I’m less than concerned. Senioritis is funny that way. I’ve got bigger things on my mind, as well. For instance, I’m thoroughly considering giving up my role as the Patron Saint of Lost Causes, and gettin' busy livin'. Cryptic enough for you? Well, that’s just me. Now I’m going to listen to some Cure, bang out the rest of this brief, and become Danny Kaffee. And if you don’t know who Danny Kaffee is, we’re just not friends anymore.
As for you? Get back to work, slackass!
Much love,
-apk
1 Comments:
Danny Kaffee....mmmm Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men. :-)
Hotness all around.
Allison (like i wouldn't know a tom cruise character)
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Allison, at 4:14 PM, December 08, 2004
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