Michael, Prince & Takeshi on Your Box of Cereal

Since the 80s, Cap'n Crunch's big collar, ruffles and gold accents have made him a fashion guru for some pop icons...














Pimps...

bummed...

I'm totally bummed out. Tickets for the Tsunami Relief Benefit Show in San Francisco on the 28th sold out about two weeks ago, the same day that I found out about it. Ben Gibbard from the Postal Service and Mark Kozelek from the Red House Painters and Sun Kil Moon are playing. Mark Kozelek is the awesome unknown, and for the past days I've been frantically searching for tickets. I've waited a year for this guy to come back to the Bay Area. No posts on Craigslist. Damnit...

Would You Commit For A Piece of Pie?

A bunch of us at work were talking about how we all need a vacation. We all deserve one. A hypothetical idea has now become a big deal involving about ten of us in the company. The idea involves giving up a hundred dollars a month for the next several years until the amount of $150,000 is paid off.

We chanced upon this site one day and toyed with the idea, but I didn't think that it would get as serious as it is. I for one think that it would be cool but in the end, I'm pretty sure that there would be some feuding. Plus I don't know these guys too well to make such a long committment, and if I were, it is possible that after several years some of us would be dicked. If I had the money I would do it myself. Anyway, the plan is to divide this island like a pie, pay our own share, and initially build a common house in the center. Really cool idea (with ten people our share each would only be $15,000 plus interest). Not bad for your own beach property. One of the guys in upper management has already e-mailed the seller. Let's see how far this really goes...

I remember during the Christmas shopping rush I got freaked out when I saw these dancing Boohbah creatures at the mall. I found this site about them. I think its supposed to be some kind of game or something. Freaky deaky stuff... I couldn't even browse the entire site and eventually had to close the window. I think they created this not for kids, but for people on the bubonic chronic.

A Little Advice... don't trip

I'm sitting with a much deserved triple shot of Jameson. I somehow dug out the energy to work a straight 12 hour shift by myself. The rainy days didn't help much with the feeling of loneliness and no one to talk to aside from the daily business talk that turns me into a robot. Over the past month, the sun has peeked through the clouds for only about 6 hours, and during those six hours I felt like a vampire not being able to keep my eyes open. So I worked alone and managed to survive, and still found the time to run outside for the one hour that the sun was out. Two had the day off, one is out to a week long training and one more had to rush home to his new bride suffering from the early symptoms of pregnancy. This guy has been tripping since he found out that he'll become a father in less than 9 months. I remember tripping as much as this guy, so everyday he has come to me for advice.

I can only share the same advice to anyone expecting or that has plans to someday have children. Just go with it. I don't know what it feels like to be pregnant. Unless science someday proves me wrong, and God forbid scientists toy with nature, a man will never feel what it's like to be pregnant. But turn the tables around and women will never know what its like for a man to take care of a pregnant woman. (This is not a strike against women!) A pregnant woman's physical and emotional pain fuels the doubt of every guys mental stability and shoots down his ego. We try to do everything, try to make you comfortable, go the extra mile to pick up that wicked combination of late night cravings like chocolate and something sour, and clean out the local grocery store with things she asks for just to keep an ample supply of food. You don't even know it but we even research what food you should and shouldn't eat and also have the hospital necessity checklist etched in our minds. But a pregnant woman will always complain that she is not comfortable enough, returning from your late night sour mango search results in one bite, and none of the food you stock up on will ever be touched. And I guarantee it, this will happen to every guy (it has happened to everyone I know with children and has remained one of the "what are we supposed to do's")- there will come a time when you and your pregnant wife will be watching TV at night and you think that everything is going greater than ever and all of a sudden she goes into another room crying, won't tell you why, and will eventually tell you to leave her alone. And you WILL get in trouble for asking what's wrong and trying to comfort her at that moment. My best advice: deal with it and accept it. Nothing you can do can make things better. You can never do enough. Pregnancy produces some of the worst mood swings- one minute you have Tinkerbell, the next you may have Linda Blair in The Exorcist. Just deal with it. Its only bad in the beginning; Everything eventually gets better and in the end it is the greatest feeling in the world to hold your own baby. You may lose some hair, sneak a couple more cigarettes, gain weight, or drink that extra beer, but it is well worth it. My co-worker told me that he hopes they have twins so that he doesn't have to relive the whole thing again. Trust me, in the end you'll forget it and it won't matter anymore.

To all the ladies, when we have the guys over to have a few drinks or if we feel like watching something you don't want to, it doesn't mean we love you less or we're trying to pick a fight. We still remember. We always remember. Otherwise we wouldn't trip so much...

Hook Ups and Screw Ups

About 2:30 in the morning and I'm still awake beginning what is to be 2 days off from work. I have a lot of errands to run- see about getting my car fixed, finally get a haircut, take care of bills... I never have the time to do these things during the work week.

I came home tonight and quickly grabbed the bottle of Jameson on my wine rack and poured myself a drink in my "Gary is my Nizzle" glass with Gary Coleman's face on it, and slipped on my tempurpedic slippers. Thank God for these Christmas gifts, they make the after hours great. After dinner, I ran to Blockbuster to pick up Harold & Kumar and Wicker Park. A few months ago, someone screwed up my account so I ended up with a couple months on the freedom pass for free. I don't know if they have bad employees there or something but tonight's visit ended with another free rental voucher. While I was at the register, the guy behind the counter was ballsy enough to say, "Get me a bottle of water right there" as he pointed at the beverage case. All I said was "excuse me" since I wanted to hear him talk himself out of this one, but he had no shame and said, "I should be on my break so if you grab me a water we can speed up the process.".

Punk bitch. I guess he thought there was nothing wrong with what he was requesting, or even how he made his request, so in a loud voice all I could say was, "Go on your break on your own time and don't make me a part of it. So ring up my damn movies now and get your own damn water.".

There weren't any other customers in the store but the manager heard me and quickly came over and apologized and made the guy behind the counter say sorry as if he was a 6 year old. He then handed me free rental vouchers. The past two months have been great. I haven't had to drop a single cent in that store. Hopefully they employ more rude screw ups.

Right now I have two Krispy Cremes and two cups of coffee fueling my system and I can't sleep. I found out that my blog looked all messed up on MSIE (thanks for the heads up fool) so I've been fixing that during these early morning hours while listening to The Game's new CD The Documentary. It's supposed to be out on the 18th but I got the hook up from someone at work (at least some of these guys are good for something). Pretty cool CD, its been pushed back over and over, but I think as long as The Game is with G-Unit, he will never live outside the shadow of 50 Cent. 50 easily outshines him on all the tracks. Actually the best tracks are the ones that aren't produced by Dre. His beats and piano licks all sound the same now.

Check out this full track, Envy Me. Cool sampling... reminds me of pre-Death Row 2Pac.

I should sleep...

A Generous G and a Cheap SOB

Formula 1's Michael Schumacher is one generous G. He'll be writing a check worth over 10% of his annual earnings. With endorsements, he makes about $80 million a year and will be giving $10 million of that to south Asian tsunami victims. Schumacher's donation is more than half of what the US government originally planned to give.

The US is now donating $350 million after much criticism over the original $16.9 million pledge. Bush's coming inauguration is said to cost about $40 million. I hear Lyle Lovett will be playing. Who gives a damn?!

Fresh Start

A fresh new year, so I decided to attempt making my own new blog skin. So I created wine bottles on Photoshop which is more fitting for my title instead of using something someone may already have or using one of those cookie cutter blogger templates. After some trial and error, I guess this is it until I brush it up some more. Thank you Photoshop and Mac.

2005 has been treating me right so far. I guess my New Year's Resolution is to not succumb to stress. We'll see...