Blog

Party Hotties

These hotties were at a party I attended last weekend and I failed to hit on any of them because I was too busy talking with my friends. My friends! Can you believe that? I mean look at the rack on the one on the right. And I was probably talking football with some goofy guy. Well, it's not going to happen to me again. From now on, friend time ends at 9:30sharp!

…

One of my latest hobbies is to read random passages from Moby Dick as if it were the Bible. The writing is so much better than most of the modern novels I read. Here's my recent favorite paragraph:

Now, Bildad, like Peleg, and indeed many other Nantucketers, was a Quaker, the island having been originally settled by that sect; and to this day its inhabitants in general retain in an uncommon measure the peculiarities of the Quaker, only variously and anomalously modified by things altogether alien and heterogeneous. For some of these same Quakers are the most sanguinary of all sailors and whale-hunters. They are fighting Quakers; they are Quakers with a vengeance.

Being from Pennsylvania, I love the phrase "Quaker with a vengence".

san-gui-nar-y adj. 1. Accompanied by bloodshed. 2. Eager for bloodshed; bloodthirsty. 3. Consisting of blood.

All that beautiful language to tell a big fish story. You can read most of the classics online and our Reference tool provides instant dictionary definitions. Of all the products I have helped create, it gives me the most felicity.

These hotties were at a party I attended last weekend and I failed to hit on any of them because I was too busy talking with my friends. My friends! Can you believe that? I mean look at the rack on the one on the right. And I was probably talking football with some goofy guy. Well, it's not going to happen to me again. From now on, friend time ends at 9:30sharp!

…

One of my latest hobbies is to read random passages from Moby Dick as if it were the Bible. The writing is so much better than most of the modern novels I read. Here's my recent favorite paragraph:

Now, Bildad, like Peleg, and indeed many other Nantucketers, was a Quaker, the island having been originally settled by that sect; and to this day its inhabitants in general retain in an uncommon measure the peculiarities of the Quaker, only variously and anomalously modified by things altogether alien and heterogeneous. For some of these same Quakers are the most sanguinary of all sailors and whale-hunters. They are fighting Quakers; they are Quakers with a vengeance.

Being from Pennsylvania, I love the phrase "Quaker with a vengence".

san-gui-nar-y adj. 1. Accompanied by bloodshed. 2. Eager for bloodshed; bloodthirsty. 3. Consisting of blood.

All that beautiful language to tell a big fish story. You can read most of the classics online and our Reference tool provides instant dictionary definitions. Of all the products I have helped create, it gives me the most felicity.

This is from last Thursday.

This is from last Thursday. Notice that I am warm, dry, and near a woman. To see the exact opposite stay tuned for this weekend’s camping photos.

This is from last Thursday. Notice that I am warm, dry, and near a woman. To see the exact opposite stay tuned for this weekend’s camping photos.

(1:29AM) Dan and I are

(1:29AM) Dan and I are watching a bootleg version of Goldmember that appears dubbed due to the fact that it was hand filmed in a cinema and the sound is off by 3 or 4 seconds. Tomorrow we head to the red arrow in the photo. I don’t know if there is a God, but if there is He enjoys raining down upon me.

(1:29AM) Dan and I are watching a bootleg version of Goldmember that appears dubbed due to the fact that it was hand filmed in a cinema and the sound is off by 3 or 4 seconds. Tomorrow we head to the red arrow in the photo. I don’t know if there is a God, but if there is He enjoys raining down upon me.

On Sunday at Susan’s dinner

On Sunday at Susan’s dinner party I got to hear some stories from my friend Benji. He was very broke when he first moved to New York, but has since found success as a writer for Howard Stern. During his indigent period he learned all sorts of way to save money, including riding in the bathroom on Amtrak. He leveled the table with laughter by giving us tips on how to be thrifty. “AAA is awesome if your broke. For example, let’s say you are moving and you have a broke down car. I just loaded it up and called AAA for a tow. They’ll only take you so far so when they drop you off, you just call them again. I took a car load of stuff to Baltimore this way.”

On Sunday at Susan’s dinner party I got to hear some stories from my friend Benji. He was very broke when he first moved to New York, but has since found success as a writer for Howard Stern. During his indigent period he learned all sorts of way to save money, including riding in the bathroom on Amtrak. He leveled the table with laughter by giving us tips on how to be thrifty. “AAA is awesome if your broke. For example, let’s say you are moving and you have a broke down car. I just loaded it up and called AAA for a tow. They’ll only take you so far so when they drop you off, you just call them again. I took a car load of stuff to Baltimore this way.”

This is the second and

This is the second and last picture of a rat that will appear on this site. Next to the rat was a van that had this slogan painted on the side, “Local 91 – We own this city.” The extortive nature of the rat, the ten fat guys that were standing around, and the arrogance of that proclamation on the van have made me anti-union. It seems to my uninformed and unresearched self that unions do little to benefit the worker or the industry.
This morning on NPR’s “Market Place” the major news was a dock worker strike that has crippled the West Coast shipping industry. Inbound bananas and outbound apples are rotting on the docks while labor negotiators bicker. Plans had been made for the union members to work during the talks, but due to “slow down” nothing actually got done. In an interview, one worker sounded like a rebellious child repeatedly siteing, “Federal speed limits make us work slow because we got no contract”. So the Fall harvest goes uneaten and unsold, stores worry about toy shipments making it in time for Christmas, and workers pretend to work as an adult modern means of settling a dispute. All this occurs during this terrible recession. Eventually George W. is going to settle the whole thing in a way that benefits the manager’s interests, but everyone everywhere will have been screwed. Keep an eye on banana prices. Everything in this world gets paid for eventually.

Perhaps I’m stating the obvious when I say that work stoppage is a very detrimental way to settle contract negotiations and just whining without offering a solution. I’d like to believe somewhere there are owners and labor who see the big picture and have learned how to compromise without killing the golden goose, and that we could point people like the shipping industry to that capitalistic utopia. Maybe the NFL is the only example.

Yes I’m anti-union, but before you hate-mail me, please realize I am also anti-big business and government. And anti-Coors Light ads, but certainly pro-beer.

This is the second and last picture of a rat that will appear on this site. Next to the rat was a van that had this slogan painted on the side, “Local 91 – We own this city.” The extortive nature of the rat, the ten fat guys that were standing around, and the arrogance of that proclamation on the van have made me anti-union. It seems to my uninformed and unresearched self that unions do little to benefit the worker or the industry.

This morning on NPR’s “Market Place” the major news was a dock worker strike that has crippled the West Coast shipping industry. Inbound bananas and outbound apples are rotting on the docks while labor negotiators bicker. Plans had been made for the union members to work during the talks, but due to “slow down” nothing actually got done. In an interview, one worker sounded like a rebellious child repeatedly siteing, “Federal speed limits make us work slow because we got no contract”. So the Fall harvest goes uneaten and unsold, stores worry about toy shipments making it in time for Christmas, and workers pretend to work as an adult modern means of settling a dispute. All this occurs during this terrible recession. Eventually George W. is going to settle the whole thing in a way that benefits the manager’s interests, but everyone everywhere will have been screwed. Keep an eye on banana prices. Everything in this world gets paid for eventually.

Perhaps I’m stating the obvious when I say that work stoppage is a very detrimental way to settle contract negotiations and just whining without offering a solution. I’d like to believe somewhere there are owners and labor who see the big picture and have learned how to compromise without killing the golden goose, and that we could point people like the shipping industry to that capitalistic utopia. Maybe the NFL is the only example.

Yes I’m anti-union, but before you hate-mail me, please realize I am also anti-big business and government. And anti-Coors Light ads, but certainly pro-beer.

I’m still waiting for the

I’m still waiting for the shots from the weekend so here’s one Diane sent me of last Thursday. …
I’m really busy these days with class, work, and preparing for a mini vacation this weekend. Dan is flying in and a bunch of us are going camping. I promise to get the CDs out as…blah. blah. blah. Why do I even turn this damn machine on before I’ve opened my coffee? I’m wasting both yours and my time. If anyone knows how to write “yours and my time” grammatically correct, please email me.
…
Some submissions:
“your time and mine.”
“I’m wasting time, both yours and mine”

I’m still waiting for the shots from the weekend so here’s one Diane sent me of last Thursday.
…
I’m really busy these days with class, work, and preparing for a mini vacation this weekend. Dan is flying in and a bunch of us are going camping. I promise to get the CDs out as…blah. blah. blah. Why do I even turn this damn machine on before I’ve opened my coffee? I’m wasting both yours and my time. If anyone knows how to write “yours and my time” grammatically correct, please email me.
…
Some submissions:
“your time and mine.”
“I’m wasting time, both yours and mine”

WEEKEND RECAP: Friday, I saw

WEEKEND RECAP:Friday, I saw the movie ‘Secretary’ which I recommend for every reason. It was an interesting story done correctly.

Saturday, I got up only to help Colleen and Lauren get a keg up to their 6th floor roof, without elevator, then I watched PSU at Resevoir, played pool at the Edge, went to the best party of the year at Colleen and Lauren’s (pics pending), saw all my fiends get silly drunk, watched women arm wrestle, and finished talking shit at Lucy’s. It was the best evening I’ve had in recent memory.

Sunday ,I slept a good bit. Susan and her roommates had a dinner party at their monster place. I ate koogle. Afterwards I stopped by Ben and Jerry’s (see photo above).

WEEKEND RECAP:
Friday, I saw the movie ‘Secretary’ which I recommend for every reason. It was an interesting story done correctly.

Saturday, I got up only to help Colleen and Lauren get a keg up to their 6th floor roof, without elevator, then I watched PSU at Resevoir, played pool at the Edge, went to the best party of the year at Colleen and Lauren’s (pics pending), saw all my fiends get silly drunk, watched women arm wrestle, and finished talking shit at Lucy’s. It was the best evening I’ve had in recent memory.

Sunday ,I slept a good bit. Susan and her roommates had a dinner party at their monster place. I ate koogle. Afterwards I stopped by Ben and Jerry’s (see photo above).

Weird Hand Balloon

So I walk up to the coffee cart this morning and begin my usual banter with the guy who runs it. Once he told me to keep an eye on the pretty girls, so I usually mention women in our small talk. He saw me.
"How are you?"

"Great. I had a good night last night. I was out dancing with some pretty girls." This is when the conversation got weird.

"Did you do them?"

My jaw dropped and I laughed. Trying to recover from shock, "Uh no." Trying to look cool again, "I mean not yet".
He then launched into a monolog that I can only loosely remember.

The central point was a 17 year old girl he has been hooking up with. He used the phrases, "smooth skin", "lick", and "hooters". At the end he told me his plan was to wait six months for her birthday and then "do her" because he didn't want "to end up in jail". I think he was trying to make me feel ok for not having sex last night by giving me an example of waiting in his own life. I felt ok about it to begin with since I had only been out with friends and not on a date, but I thanked him for his story anyways.

…

Last night, Colleen, Walker, Diane and I saw "Skrappy Hamilton" at the CBGB Gallery. They played a combination of regular funk, New Orleans swing, and Dixie. I had spent most of the night at home working and was in a very sedate mood when I arrived. The music was so peppy and the girls were so convincing that I was compelled to dance a couple of numbers. It turned out to be a great way to shake off the work hours.
.

..

Today's photo was taken this morning right in front of my apartment building. When I walked out the door this inflated latex glove meandered down the sidewalk and paused right in front of me. I walked passed it and it turned and followed me so I took its picture. There was no one around on the whole block.

So I walk up to the coffee cart this morning and begin my usual banter with the guy who runs it. Once he told me to keep an eye on the pretty girls, so I usually mention women in our small talk. He saw me.
"How are you?"

"Great. I had a good night last night. I was out dancing with some pretty girls." This is when the conversation got weird.

"Did you do them?"

My jaw dropped and I laughed. Trying to recover from shock, "Uh no." Trying to look cool again, "I mean not yet".
He then launched into a monolog that I can only loosely remember.

The central point was a 17 year old girl he has been hooking up with. He used the phrases, "smooth skin", "lick", and "hooters". At the end he told me his plan was to wait six months for her birthday and then "do her" because he didn't want "to end up in jail". I think he was trying to make me feel ok for not having sex last night by giving me an example of waiting in his own life. I felt ok about it to begin with since I had only been out with friends and not on a date, but I thanked him for his story anyways.

…

Last night, Colleen, Walker, Diane and I saw "Skrappy Hamilton" at the CBGB Gallery. They played a combination of regular funk, New Orleans swing, and Dixie. I had spent most of the night at home working and was in a very sedate mood when I arrived. The music was so peppy and the girls were so convincing that I was compelled to dance a couple of numbers. It turned out to be a great way to shake off the work hours.
.

..

Today's photo was taken this morning right in front of my apartment building. When I walked out the door this inflated latex glove meandered down the sidewalk and paused right in front of me. I walked passed it and it turned and followed me so I took its picture. There was no one around on the whole block.

At the dentist yesterday my

At the dentist yesterday my hygenist was Inga and I didn’t see Cheryl, but instead saw Dr. Jill who was even hotter than Cheryl. She had diamond earrings as big as golf balls, so I’m guessing she may be out of my league.
Piece of advice: Don’t eat pizza for lunch. It’s probably what you are having for dinner.

I’m worried about the fact that I’m starting to get turned on by Steve Madden ads.

Wednesday is the new Tuesday.

At the dentist yesterday my hygenist was Inga and I didn’t see Cheryl, but instead saw Dr. Jill who was even hotter than Cheryl. She had diamond earrings as big as golf balls, so I’m guessing she may be out of my league.

Piece of advice: Don’t eat pizza for lunch. It’s probably what you are having for dinner.

I’m worried about the fact that I’m starting to get turned on by Steve Madden ads.

Wednesday is the new Tuesday.