Wednesday, November 08, 2006

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

Hey, hey, hey, what's happenin'?

A big warm front came through here.

It was nearly 70 yesterday, and it was in the 60's today.

Also, a storm came through.

This is unfortunate, because it was rain instead of snow, and a lot of the snow melted.

Le sigh.


My condolences to Husker and his family.

His mom passed the other day after a tough battle with cancer.

Her last few weeks were spent in hospice with all of her children and her husband.

Godspeed, Mrs. B.


I am pretty fired up to get back to Southern California next Wednesday.

L to the A, baby.

The whole crew is going to be there.

Spent some time talking to Romano, with whom I lived the bulk of my four years in LA.

Delightful. Subversive. Road-racing and parcoa arm-shattering.

(The last of these referred to Romano and I racing our respective cars from school to our ghetto housing, and Romano blasting through the parcoa arm of our parking lot with little heed, and promptly parking 20 feet away. We had a good laugh over that one.)


I have ratcheted up my workouts to the point where, within the last 4 days, I: (1) Almost vomited. Gagged, coughed, came close, but held it in; (2) Got really, really dizzy, but I gave blood that day, so that makes me stupid rather than hardcore; (3)Almost puked again; and, (4) Got really light-headed today and had to take a knee after the cardio portion of the program.

Why, you ask?

Why not?

I was getting bored, and The Season Approacheth.

The last thing I want is to be huffing and puffing and sweating and wondering where my legs went when I should be ripping and bouncing and floating and flying.

Hey, on that note, for a little over a hundred bucks, I can get this little video camera that mounts on my helmet.

Would any of you be interested in viewing the fruits of that expenditure?

I figure I could just wear the helmet for everyday stuff besides snowboarding, because, you know, capturing the looks on the faces of people seeing a retard out on the town with a helmet could be pretty damn amusing.


Through the upper window, I could see gray skies. A stray window opened through the clouds and a pristine, blue sky encompassed the view from that window. Through all the other windows, only gray-black sky was visible.

Soon, though, the patch of blue was once again obscured by clouds.


I met a guy today with some serious brainpower. I can usually hang in there; I am no genius, but I am bright enough and I have some life experience.

But this guy?

He was an order of magnitude above and beyond.

It reminded me of my friend, Leo, except instead of the wattage being focused on mechanical engineering, this dude's brain laser was focused on Making Money.

He is only 29, but Holy Macaroni.

I can volley and serve fairly well on the topic of making money, but this dude was rushing the net, busting behind-the-back drop shots with his eyes closed.

It was like shooting womp rats in Beggars Canyon back home for him.

He didn't need to be reminded that there is no spoon.

His ideas had ideas. (And once those ideas have their pants on, they make gold records.)

Anyway, Duder's gonna do some bidness with this guy.

Exciting stuff.

((Just went back and read this... I am getting pretty good at actually saying nothing while typing a bunch of words. This is becoming the Seinfeld of blogs.))

(((Don't worry, though, Duder will return you to your regularly scheduled programming in short order. If Chuck comes through like the Pimp that he is, I will be meeting Jack Black and KG next Friday. Rest assured. Rest assured.)))

((((This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough

Radiohead, "Optimistic"))))