Rave: A guy I know fancies himself a "Picker". You know that annoying duo on the History Channel? Mike and Frank? Jesus, I kick my TV every time I stumble across those half wits on the airwaves. Anyways, this dude bought a storage locker that had belonged to a sports card dealer from Maryland. He spent days telling me what a score he had. I yawned at him because what he described was a bunch of late 80's baseball cards with no value. Last night he offered them to me for $400. I laughed. But to humor him I offered to look at them. It wasn't promising but I figured I could make a little money off of them so I offered him $150. Negotiations went swiftly and I procurred them for $180. The rave comes from what I discovered in the box 118 Cal Ripken Jr rookies, including 11 '82 Topps Traded that I took straight from the factory boxes. I may not know much, but I do know baseball cards.
Rant: I found out a nice apple tree real close to my place. The apples weren't grocery store grade, but I got 80lbs that were fine to make cider with. There were enough apples to feed a couple of people too, and they tasted great. I found out this morning the landlord cut the tree, probably because it was too close to parked cars (still, apples weren't falling on them). It's one of those small things that really depresses me. I do my best to support sustainable agriculture, make things greener and just generally improve the environment around me, but people who do stuff like this just make me want to give up on humanity. I just get sick of fat, dumb, ugly people not caring. Rave: At least I have homemade cider, and it's pretty good.
RANT Fuck! Every now and then, maybe once every few months, I'll see a cockroach in my garage. Never thought anything of it as I always update the bunch of ant and roach traps I keep out there. About 5-6 weeks ago, I saw two roaches in my master bath shower. Freaked me the fuck out. I went and bought a bunch more traps and some spray. Put the traps in good locations in kitchen, all baths, laundry, more in garage and any other random locations around home. Haven't seen anything since. I decided today for some random reason to spray the perimeter of my house. About a 3' wide area around the entire home. Figured it would give extra protection against those demonic hellbugs. Well, a little bit ago, I go downstairs and turn the kitchen light on and there was one in my damned kitchen. So, I've now seen 4 roaches in the past few months. I've read that if you see one there are probably about 100 billion of them in hiding right on the other side of the walls (slight exaggeration, but the literature out there reads like this). Am I screwed and should I get an pest control company out here right away? For just a couple bugs. It's not "Billy the Exterminator" type shit here. We really are clean people but have a cat and a baby and no matter how clean we are, I'm sure a few morsels of food don't get found right away. Fuck! There are only a few things in this world that turn me into a sissy bitch and roaches are high on that list. I might not sleep tonight. All I'm going to think about is waking up covered with roaches or my baby sleeping in the other room being covered with those evil little bastards. I saw one fucking roach tonight. I'm such a pussy! I'm glad my wife's not here or she'd probably be laughing at me, which, oddly enough, is why I love her. I need another drink.
Some guy got his finger bit off at the dog park today. No joke. I was walking up to the parking lot to throw out a hot chocolate cup and I saw a scuffle, then I saw a guy freeze, hold his hand and say to the group, "I need a tourniquet here." Then a lady I know in passing picked something up off the ground and said, "Here it is." By coincidence, my good friend works as an ER nurse and this guy drove himself to her ER. Yup, thumb is gone at the first knuckle and they can't sew it back on. Thank god our dogs were nowhere near it (the scuffle). Good times.
RANT: Baseball playoffs have no joy when you're surrounded by blowhards. Wish I could go out for a beer but most bars are full of band-wagoners wearing their band-spanking new Lee 33 tshirts (I have waaaaay more respect for those wearing 34). Me staying in the entire post-season is very likely. Boo. Band-wagoners (in ANY city, for ANY team) simply SUCK. I can't decide which will be worse: the Phillies losing the World Series and having to deal with big crybabies blaming everything but their team or the Phillies winning and having to deal with unstoppable, over-emphatic crowing. Lose-lose at this point.* I need to move. RAVE: At least I don't have to hear the "highest payroll" argument anymore. I smile and laugh on the inside at everyone who tries that one nowadays. Whooohooo, Phils...thanks for selling out! You've made my life so much easier. RAVE: It's chilly and rainy and grey out today and it's just perfect. Windows open, the air smells like autumn and is incredibly crisp, and I'm bundled in my favorite sweats. I'm going to the whatever's with my super-soft comfy blankey, sitting on his couch, petting the dog, drinking beer, and watching great sports all. day. long. I can't think of anything better. My second favorite time of year!!! *Silver lining, I guess...at least all of my best friends will be happy. That's a good thing. Sigh...that makes me feel better--hopefully enough to deal with the shiny new "ultimate" fans (who can't name one player on the '93 team other than Kruk and his one ball). Yay!
Rave: My "Picker" buddy came by last night to show me his latest wares. One thing that caught by eye was a huge bunch of crystals. I'm either a genius or a moron, but I bought a 14 pound rock for $60. Rant/Rave: I'm going home to Mississippi. What was supposed to be a two week trip to Idaho has now been over a year. It was great spending time with my mom and my lifelong friends that are like family to me, but I need to get home and tend to buisness. And get back to being my drunk ass hillbilly self. The folks up here get excited when you step out on the porch in your boxers at 2 AM and fire off a 12 gauge. I don't what the hell's wrong with them. Anyways, in 2 weeks I should be back in my house and waging war on the God damn mice that I'm sure have invaded my house in my years abscence. Oh yeah, and I'll be stopping for a few days in Vegas to visit my sister and my nieces and nephew. So that should be pretty awesome. And then it's back to guns, booze, heavy equipment and all sorts of general fuckery. Yay!
Rant Uwe Boll, stop challenging everybody that insults you on the internet to a fight, fucking tough guy. It's not that people "don't understand your art". You're just a horrible, horrible movie director. You direct the straight-to-video sequels of your own films. What the fuck more do you need to know? FOAD.
Rave: Five of us in my FF league have a side bet where the lowest of our scores each week has to buy Wednesday night dinner. My FF league record sucks, but at least I haven't had to buy a dinner yet.
Rave: just picked up early bird tickets to this. I love this event. It's for a slightly older crowd, mostly people who have been through the rave scene and come out the other side. It's the only electronic music festival I attend most years. Just a really chilled out vibe and great tunes. And the line up this year is fantastic. STANTON WARRIORS FEAT HOLLYWOOD HOLT; A SKILLZ; ILLY; NETSKY; SCRATCH PERVERTS; NAPT; SLYDE;THE LOOPS OF FURY God I love summer.
Stupid, overstate rant: Anyone else ever been so sexually frustrated they wanna rip someones head off? Yep, that's me.
Rave: Amazing weekend. Friday: The concert was perfect. He only skipped one song I really wanted to hear live, but the three I was there for, he played and it was perfect and beautiful. The Guy and I danced and had an amazing, amazing time. Prior to the concert we had a going away party for one of my guys. Intersperse working out with drinking beer/tequila and you get my start of Friday evening. Spoiler And I discovered this sign and begged the owner to let me have it. She said no. Boo. Saturday: Moneyball was excellent. Only got pissed off once during the whole day and it was when one of my employees didn't show up for work. Anger so bad it gave me a fucking tension headache. Th Spoiler en we went to the baseball game. We went to the ALDS on Saturday last year, against the Rays, and this year was WAY better. Our seats were better, the people around us rocked, and we didn't get NEARLY as wasted. Spoiler Sunday: Sunday was epic because I stayed in bed until noon. And then watched the better half of the Cowboy's game (fuck the second half). And then finangled my way into a motorcycle ride to the tattoo shop. All I did was retouch my cherry blossoms, but they look so much better now! AND I managed to get in bed before 10 p.m. last night. Beautiful, beautiful weekend.
Rant: So let's see: 1. My big deal for Q3 pushed out to the 4th quarter and cost me a sizable quarterly quota attaintment bonus. 2. Saturday night somebody smashed in my passenger window to steal fuck all, because I know not to leave valuables in the car but I guess my car charger was tempting enough. 3. My boss whos has been a fantastic mentor and friend the last three years just turned his notice this morning to take the CEO gig at a start-up. 4. Our semi-autistic Dutch CEO turned down his offer to stay for a month and instead asked him to leave immediately. It's not like we have a ton of deals in the hopper right now and could use our President to help close them out. So glad you took your ball and went home in a huff you ignorant fuck. 5. I have a meeting with the CEO tomorrow morning and will definitely have to play nice right now, because I'm sticking around to at least close my two remaining deals and don't want to burn any bridges. The last 7 days have really fucking sucked.
Rant So a month back I rolled a stop sign, got a ticket and some points and I thought if I did as I was told all would be good. Well I mail my check in and I just got a letter back saying that because the officer had wrote the wrong statute number on my ticket I have a mandatory court appearance. What the hell. For all I know the cop wrote the statute for felony battery or something. How do I fix this? What am I suppose to do? Because this cop wrote down the wrong statute does this meant the ticket is now void? I have no clue what to do. Any help via rep or PM is greatly appreciated.
RAVE: I'm still getting paid (~$22/hour) to sit on my ass and watch movers. RANT: I'm still bored, and The Sheriff Himself just walked by and saw me sitting on my ass.
Rant: Student teaching coordinator told me about 20 minutes ago that she plans to observe me tomorrow. We are supposed to get at least a few days advance notice for the two 'announced' observations so that we can make sure we are prepared. Now, she is going to show up on a day when I am barely doing shit, as my classes have been working on presentations for a few days, and they are presenting them tomorrow. All I am going to do is get things started, then sit in back and grade (while going through any important information that they miss). The reason we get notice is to avoid things like this happening: her showing up on a day when I am testing or not really teaching a lesson. Who knows how this is going to go. Rave: I received my first review from my cooperating teacher, and it was good, and I've done well on the papers I have submitted, so I should still be okay. I'm also doing well in planning ahead, as I have the entire next unit of Economics done, and I am going to finish up the next unit of Government tomorrow (hopefully) and Wednesday. Rant: We've also got a staff meeting during my prep tomorrow, and this coordinator only shows up during 4th period (right before my prep). Long story short: I WILL be late to the staff meeting. I was late last week, too, because she kept me behind. Showing up late two weeks in a row is fucking annoying to me, I can only imagine how it looks to the people in charge at the meeting, but there is zero chance she won't be sticking around for at least 25 minutes after the period ends (5 minutes of which will be telling me how I did, 20 of which will be random chitchat that I can't get away from). Rave: Dark Souls is pre-ordered and should be delivered to my door tomorrow. I fully plan to spend most of the night playing the shit out of that game (hence the reason I am working on getting so far ahead in my planning).