Enter Sandman

Last night's was one where some of us were hanging around including the members of Metalica. Willingly, we turned ourselves into animals like bears, sheep, and turkeys. There was a lot more to this, but I fell back asleep and forgot most of it.

Cooped Up

This is the first time in a while that I've felt cooped up and confined. I'm not anxious or mad, just restless. Last night I had to dig into my old supplies just to get to sleep.

At least I have nothing schedule tonight; just stuff that I can do by my lonesome.

Stalking Myself

I'm sure everyone who knows how to type has stalked someone online. I'm as guilty as the next guy with a restraining order, but now I take on a new endeavour: stalking myself! Is the ether filled with terrible rumors or just cold hard facts? Am I tied to anyone scandalous, either good or bad? Can my dark past be had a few taps of the keyboard? Here's what I found with my full name:

1. I signed up for a Hoofer's bike ride. It rained and two of the people who signed up have a public Facebook profiles... hmmmm....

2. I took a lot of rugby photos in May.

3. I replied to an article in the Metro Times. Apparently, I don't like George W. Bush and had premonitions that a war was brewing.... Score! An email address yields nothing, until I remove the domain. I find...

4. That I play rugby, or at least converse with the team. Can I find out more by searching the others on this page? Time does not allow.

5. Score! I found a picture of our stalked prey by checking this page, then, typing my last name into the search function, found a picture. Very grumpy... and it's an LGBT magazine.....

6. I'm 34 and listed as living in Madison.

We're not yet done, as I now use the shorter part of my first name:

7. He works at Capitol Mechanical, and HVAC company. The company website turns up little, except a company email address that yields nothing. No time to check on the coworkers.

8. He's a terrible bowler. Evidently his company belong(s)(ed) to some national association.

9. A Facebook search turns up a profile, but unless you're in the Madison or Macalester networks, no information is forthcoming.

Well, I've managed to escape a cluster bomb on the internet, at least to novice searchers. I think one reader may be able to find more....

Time To Vote

I want to promote Brendon Etter for Mayor! Considering that the last people to comment on my blog were Brendon and Michael Kirby, creator of "Brendon Etter For Mayor" on Facebook, I'm sure my endorsement will ring far and wide.

This Last Weekend

So the weekend was fun and mostly relaxing. I caught dinner with my parents on Friday night and then caught up with Tim. We went to a friend of his place she's house sitting. After a nice dose of bug spray, I was all comfortable. We played a celebrity charades game and I nailed both "Warwick Davis" and "Wicket the Ewok". I thought about jumping on the trampoline, but remembered that I'm not the most graceful person.

On Saturday, I managed to clean the entire ground floor,including moving furniture around to sweep and mop. This gave me some time to hang out with my vinyl. I've found that "The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society" is even more amazing when in analog! The rest of Saturday yielded a lunch at Red Robin and, um, passing out in the living room chair, waking up at 2 am.

On Sunday, Tim and I started research on making our balls pretty. We searched some sites and found some good deals on custom rugby balls. Then we drank a pitcher and ate some food at Glass Nickel. Turns out we both hate the Baby Boomers! The rest of Sunday was sitting on my ass.

I had some bad premonitions this morning when I dumped my chai all over the place, but it's been pretty low key. Such is life.

Ain't Got No Gas Innit

That there lawn mower had a liberal bias!

“I’ll tell you the truth,” a criminal complaint quotes an apparently inebriated Keith Walendowski. “I got pissed because my lawn mower wouldn’t start, so I got my shotgun and shot it.

“I can do that. It’s my lawn mower and my yard, so I can shoot it if I want,” Walendowski told police.........

Dick Wagner of Wagner’s Garden Mart, 6075 N. Green Bay Ave.in Glendale, said shooting the mower didn’t help Walendowski’s odds of getting it repaired.

“Anything not factory recommended would void the warranty,” he said.

And a mugshot for the ages:

I Remember When I Was Into Nostalgia

Lately I've been nostalgic for 1996 since the world was opening up for me and the future held up the promise of a fulfilling 20's. I've been wishing I could experience that lately, but lets be honest - my 20's weren't exactly fulfilling. Yeah, I did a lot of cool things and absolutely loved standing on my own two feet. Yet if I think about it honestly it's all overshadowed by my anxiety problems that were exacerbated by going into the family business, buying a house, and adjusting, well, to being on my own two feet.

Anyway, I was thumbing through iTunes and came across "The Craft" in the movie section. I've never seen it, but I remember the marketing blitz around it. Then there's other pop culture pieces of that time, like Scream, a new Foo Fighters album when I still listened to them, Twisted Metal, etc. Life seemed to be geared towards people my age. I've since learned that it's just louder for that age. But it is strange almost being out of advertiser's coveted demographic of 18-34. So here's a list of things that went down in 1996-1997:

- The first cloned animal was born.
- "The English Patient" won best film and severely tested my patience.
- Russia was in the first stages of an economic meltdown, not powerhouse oil state with headed by a James Bond villain.
- Speaking of oil, a barrel was in the low 20's, meaning a gallon of gas wasn't much more than a dollar.
- General Motors was ahead of the curve with the EV-1.
- The top movies of 1997 were (from 10 down): Face/Off, Tomorrow Never Dies, My Best Friend's Wedding, Good Will Hunting, As Good As It Gets, Air Force One, Liar Liar, Jurassic Park 2, Men in Black, and Titanic.
- The Spice Girls were new.... and topping the charts.
- "Snake" Plissken rescues the President... wait....

Where was I? Living with two dipshits and waiting for my gravy train. I know my then-self would have much rather been in my position, but my brain fucks with me sometimes. Maybe I need to put together a '90's party....