Thursday was my longest night of the trip so far. Went out to some little Mexican place that I can't remember the name of, and had some of the best enchiladas on Earth. Well, that and a huge pitcher of margaritas. :) It was the best $22 dollars I've ever spent on drinks.
After that, I went to a jazz club called the Green Mill. It was very old fashioned. They had their own big band, and they were fantastic. This place was right out of the 20's and 30's, with old style cash registers and big black rotary phones. I expected Frank Sinatra to walk in at any moment.
I did meet a girl named Laura, and we talked for a while. Very funny girl, and she looked a lot like Joan Cusack. Good times.
I also unintentionally pissed another girl next to me off, because I accidentally knocked over my drink as I was pawing in my wallet. The drink fell over, the blass broke and she stormed off in a huff, not even taking her own drink with her. Hell, you'd think I was a drunken slob who did it on purpose or something. Some people are just pretentious beyond belief. But I shouldn't be surprised at that, Chicago being the liberal Mecca that it is. Perhaps I don't understand the "nuances" of drinking.
I could have been equally as pretentios though, you know. I could have said, "Gosh, I'm sorry that I knocked my drink over with my wallet containing $1400. Could I buy you another bottle of that pisswater you're sucking down?
But no, I didnt do that. Why? Because I am a man of the people, and above such things.
The weekend is upon me, and my liver is already complaining about it's working conditions. Luckily, I packed a spare.
Drink Count: 13 Trip count: 39
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Smokehouse in Chicago: Day 3 (Wednesday)
Initially, the plan was go go see Superman Returns at the IMAX on Navy Pier. But that turned out to be a no-go, because there wasn't an IMAX ticket to be found. Those things sold out faster than a democrat at a fundraiser.
So, we went to some local theater instead. I don't remember the name of the place, but it was one of those old style theaters., with the ticket booth outside and all that. My friend had never been there either, so it was quite nostalgic for us. When we got inside, we couldnt believe how big the place was. This room had 1,420 seats, acoring to the advertisements on the screen. Absolutely amazing.
As for the movie itself, Superman Returns is undoubtedly the movie of the summer. Brandon Routh (who?) did a much better job than I think anybody could have possibly anticipated, and the story was riveting. Superman Returns is by far the best of the series. It was a long movie, about two and a half hours or so, but I easily could have sat there for another two.
Well, maybe not, the seats in that old theater really sucked.
After that, we shot off to the downtown area and had dinner at Ed Debivic's. Ed Debivic's as an old 50's style diner where the help is intentionally snippy and rude. They also dance on the counter from time to time. Pretty fun experience overall, and the food was pretty good too. I have no idea why my chilli was hotter than my supposed "Atomic Burger", but who am I to complain?
Then of course, comes the drinking. First, we went to a little place called Emerald Isle, and that turned out to be a bad idea. It was way too crowded, and there was absolutely no place to sit. Not only that, the crowd must have been really young, because they kept looking at me and my buddy like we were walking thru a playground with our junk in our hands. I find this disturbing, because I am a very young looking 31. Some people actually think I'm 22, for God's sake.
We had one pitcher and got out of that place. Decided to make a bee-line back to Jet's and enjoy the $2 Guinness pints. The crowed was closer to our age, and some of my buddy's work friends were there. A good time was had by all, but a little more restraint was shown. Nobody passed out.
The Saga Continues....
Drink Count: 9 Trip Count: 26
So, we went to some local theater instead. I don't remember the name of the place, but it was one of those old style theaters., with the ticket booth outside and all that. My friend had never been there either, so it was quite nostalgic for us. When we got inside, we couldnt believe how big the place was. This room had 1,420 seats, acoring to the advertisements on the screen. Absolutely amazing.
As for the movie itself, Superman Returns is undoubtedly the movie of the summer. Brandon Routh (who?) did a much better job than I think anybody could have possibly anticipated, and the story was riveting. Superman Returns is by far the best of the series. It was a long movie, about two and a half hours or so, but I easily could have sat there for another two.
Well, maybe not, the seats in that old theater really sucked.
After that, we shot off to the downtown area and had dinner at Ed Debivic's. Ed Debivic's as an old 50's style diner where the help is intentionally snippy and rude. They also dance on the counter from time to time. Pretty fun experience overall, and the food was pretty good too. I have no idea why my chilli was hotter than my supposed "Atomic Burger", but who am I to complain?
Then of course, comes the drinking. First, we went to a little place called Emerald Isle, and that turned out to be a bad idea. It was way too crowded, and there was absolutely no place to sit. Not only that, the crowd must have been really young, because they kept looking at me and my buddy like we were walking thru a playground with our junk in our hands. I find this disturbing, because I am a very young looking 31. Some people actually think I'm 22, for God's sake.
We had one pitcher and got out of that place. Decided to make a bee-line back to Jet's and enjoy the $2 Guinness pints. The crowed was closer to our age, and some of my buddy's work friends were there. A good time was had by all, but a little more restraint was shown. Nobody passed out.
The Saga Continues....
Drink Count: 9 Trip Count: 26
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Flag Descration: Amendment Failed
An attempt to amend the U.S. Constitution to allow Congress to prohibit acts of desecration to the American Flag failed to secure the 67 votes necessary to send it to the states for ratification.
In my view, this is the crux of what true freedom of speech means. It means defending even the most despicable verbal comments or harmless acts of protest, including flag burning, even when we find it personally utterly offensive. Any compromise on this position begins that slippery slope to "interpreting" away our individual rights.
The party that was founded to champion liberty, Republican, only showed one member voting against it - Ron Paul. Given his libertarian background, it's not surprising he'd vote this way. What is surprising is that he's the only Republican with an ounce of common sense.
Murray Rothbard had an interesting take on the the whole flag-burning issue which I think resolves the issue with little room for debate:
In other news...
I'm trying to get rid of my last cache of Soundtrack to My Car copies before I come out with the new CD. Wanna give me an early Christmas gifts? I don't need any silver, or diamond tennis bracelets. No sir, I'm cheap. Go click on Buy Stuff up top and buy my CD.
That's it for now. I'll be posting in a bit on the news RE: the Oblong Box.
In my view, this is the crux of what true freedom of speech means. It means defending even the most despicable verbal comments or harmless acts of protest, including flag burning, even when we find it personally utterly offensive. Any compromise on this position begins that slippery slope to "interpreting" away our individual rights.
The party that was founded to champion liberty, Republican, only showed one member voting against it - Ron Paul. Given his libertarian background, it's not surprising he'd vote this way. What is surprising is that he's the only Republican with an ounce of common sense.
Murray Rothbard had an interesting take on the the whole flag-burning issue which I think resolves the issue with little room for debate:
Keeping our eye on property rights, the entire flag question is resolved easily and instantly. Everyone has the right to buy or weave and therefore own a piece of cloth in the shape and design of an American flag (or in any other design) and to do with it what he will: fly it, burn it, defile it, bury it, put it in the closet, wear it, etc. Flag laws are unjustifiable laws in violation of the rights of private property. (Constitutionally, there are many clauses in the Constitution from which private property rights can be derived.)What baffles me about this whole deal is that I didn't know that there was such a rash of rampant flag burning going on in this country that there actually needed to be a constitutional amendment against the activity.
On the other hand, no one has the right to come up and burn your flag, or someone else's. That should be illegal, not because a flag is being burned, but because the arsonist is burning your property without your permission. He is violating your property rights.
[via lewrockwell.com]
In other news...
I'm trying to get rid of my last cache of Soundtrack to My Car copies before I come out with the new CD. Wanna give me an early Christmas gifts? I don't need any silver, or diamond tennis bracelets. No sir, I'm cheap. Go click on Buy Stuff up top and buy my CD.
That's it for now. I'll be posting in a bit on the news RE: the Oblong Box.
Smokehouse in Chicago: Day 2 (Tuesday)
Tuesday was a fun day, despite the news I had received from my mother that my grandfather had died. I am sad, but this was not totally unexpected. He had a stroke some 10 years ago, and had been deteriorating ever since. He was a kind man. He loved fishing and pro wrestling. In fact, I was in the process of obtaing all 22 WrestleMania's on DVD, and I was going to get him a DVD player. I was up to Wrestlemania 17. Guess I didn't quite make it.
I think I will remember him most for taking me to McDonald's and buying me a comic book every Monday when I was a little boy. Grandpa rocked. I hope I make it to 90, as well.
I will not be attending the funeral, as I have elected (with the blessing of my family) to stay in Chicago. They know I need the time off.
Anyway, Tuesday was a blast. The day started with two huge hot dogs from Gene and Jude's. Nothing quite like Chicago Style dogs. Crammed with mustard, onions, peppers AND french fries. Two of those definitely fills a guy up. After that, we pretty much slacked around the house until it was time to go to the Cubs game. We had great seats in the handicapped section just above the bleachers. It was a great night for a game, but we really didnt watch any of it because we were too busy drinking beer. I could care less about a Cubs-Brewers game anyway. In fact, I don't really think anyone goes to Wrigley for the game. Its more like a pub with a $50 cover.
We only stayed for about 7 innings, because we were tired of paying $6 for domestic beer. At least the Cubs lost, though. Being a St. Louis fan, it does my heart good.
After the game, we headed off to a little pub called Jet Bar or something like that, and drowned ourselves in the $2 pints of Blue Moon, and some Jameson whiskey. It's a neat little place, and I'm sure we will be returning, because tonight is $2 Guinness night. Look out, 'cause that place is gonna lose money on me.
"I am The Game" :)
It must have been a good time, because I woke up at about noon, still wearing my clothes. :)
Tuesday drink count: 11 Trip total: 17
I think I will remember him most for taking me to McDonald's and buying me a comic book every Monday when I was a little boy. Grandpa rocked. I hope I make it to 90, as well.
I will not be attending the funeral, as I have elected (with the blessing of my family) to stay in Chicago. They know I need the time off.
Anyway, Tuesday was a blast. The day started with two huge hot dogs from Gene and Jude's. Nothing quite like Chicago Style dogs. Crammed with mustard, onions, peppers AND french fries. Two of those definitely fills a guy up. After that, we pretty much slacked around the house until it was time to go to the Cubs game. We had great seats in the handicapped section just above the bleachers. It was a great night for a game, but we really didnt watch any of it because we were too busy drinking beer. I could care less about a Cubs-Brewers game anyway. In fact, I don't really think anyone goes to Wrigley for the game. Its more like a pub with a $50 cover.
We only stayed for about 7 innings, because we were tired of paying $6 for domestic beer. At least the Cubs lost, though. Being a St. Louis fan, it does my heart good.
After the game, we headed off to a little pub called Jet Bar or something like that, and drowned ourselves in the $2 pints of Blue Moon, and some Jameson whiskey. It's a neat little place, and I'm sure we will be returning, because tonight is $2 Guinness night. Look out, 'cause that place is gonna lose money on me.
"I am The Game" :)
It must have been a good time, because I woke up at about noon, still wearing my clothes. :)
Tuesday drink count: 11 Trip total: 17
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Smokehouse in Chicago: Day 1
Yes, thats right, boys and girls. I'm in Chicago. I needed to get away from things. I have a lot on the old noodle, if you know what I mean. I'll be here until Sunday, and it is now Tuesday morning. One day under my belt already, and I'm not dead yet, so all is well.
You're probably asking yourself, "Why isn't Smokehouse using his own blog?"
Well, my blog is down for the forseeable future. I had a lot of trackback spam problems, and a remodel is in order. Perhaps I shall call Ikea. I know they handle all of Mark's remodeling needs, amd maybe they do blogs, too.
But seriously, I told Mark I would be in the Windy City for a week, and that I certainly needed to blog about it. And when you're The Most Powerful Man In Internet Radio like yours truly, Mark had no choice but to say "Mi blog es su blog." Ah..one of the all too few joys of being me. All must yeild under my might.
As always, Monday, as is the first day of any vacation, was largely uneventful. It was mostly about getting here. Now, anybody who says "Getting there is half the fun", is often full of shit. They havent traveled with my neice and nephew, who are 4 and 8, respectively. They are good kids and all, but after spending a week with them, I've had all the Cartoon Network and Toontown I can stand. Whoever came up with the idea of putting DVD players in cars needs to die a slow, painful death. I need a serious break from Sponge Bob, OK? You know how we entertained ourselves on car trips when I was a kid? We READ BOOKS and listened to our Walkmans, and we liked it! More than that, it was quiet and serene for God's sake.
I got to Aurora by about 3:30 PM Monday and hung out with my sister for a couple hours, which was cool. More importantly, I gave her her kids back, but I'm digressing. We had some nachos and made fun of our parents, the complete trainwrecks that they are. They decided to come up this way as well, and stay at their time share condo. My dad forgot to bring his suitcase, so he had to go to Wal-Mart to buy clothes. At this point, I am contemplating mercy killings.
Soon enough, however, My friend Bryan, a Chicago firefighter, arrived to pick me up and save me from the madness that was sure to ensue. Notice at no point did I mention anything about hilarity.
Bryan just moved back into the city from some crap suburb called Lake in the Hills. This is a pretty nice place he has here. I'm rather enjoying it, despite the fact I'm working on about 3 hours sleep.
Anyway, we got back here and had a couple beers, and then we went to this little sports bar, Morretti's, I think it's called, for some pizza. The meal was great, but, man was it expensive. The Pizza and four beers between us was $48 with tip. I'm going to be here six days, and I can tell already that this is going to get pricey.
So we finished our meal, and the bartender/waitress called us "quitters" because we didnt stay for drinks. Silly little girl. The last time I was in Chicago and somebody challenged my drinking skills, I left them passed out in the back of Bryan's car. Just because I'm not from the big city, that doesn't mean I can't whup your ass.
Got back here, had a couple more beers, and watched "The 40 Year Old Virgin". I hadn't seen it before, and I thought it was pretty funny. But the whole time I just found myself thinking, "Hang in there Jon. It'll be okay, little buckeroo."
(Oh, come on. I've gone this far without picking on anybody. I was due!)
That pretty much sums up Monday. I was lucky enough to find an open wireless connection, and my buddy has DSL, so I should be good for the week. I'll try to start snapping some pictures. Probably wouldnt hrut me to try and get some more sleep either. Tuesday morning is now uopn me, and we're going to a Chicago Cubs game. Its a good thing I packed my spare liver, because nobody really goes to Wrigley Field to watch baseball. The Cubs my look like a baseball team, but just because they have matching hats and try to hit a ball with a stick, it doesn't make it so.
Rock.
MONDAY DRINK COUNT: 6 TRIP TOTAL: 6
You're probably asking yourself, "Why isn't Smokehouse using his own blog?"
Well, my blog is down for the forseeable future. I had a lot of trackback spam problems, and a remodel is in order. Perhaps I shall call Ikea. I know they handle all of Mark's remodeling needs, amd maybe they do blogs, too.
But seriously, I told Mark I would be in the Windy City for a week, and that I certainly needed to blog about it. And when you're The Most Powerful Man In Internet Radio like yours truly, Mark had no choice but to say "Mi blog es su blog." Ah..one of the all too few joys of being me. All must yeild under my might.
As always, Monday, as is the first day of any vacation, was largely uneventful. It was mostly about getting here. Now, anybody who says "Getting there is half the fun", is often full of shit. They havent traveled with my neice and nephew, who are 4 and 8, respectively. They are good kids and all, but after spending a week with them, I've had all the Cartoon Network and Toontown I can stand. Whoever came up with the idea of putting DVD players in cars needs to die a slow, painful death. I need a serious break from Sponge Bob, OK? You know how we entertained ourselves on car trips when I was a kid? We READ BOOKS and listened to our Walkmans, and we liked it! More than that, it was quiet and serene for God's sake.
I got to Aurora by about 3:30 PM Monday and hung out with my sister for a couple hours, which was cool. More importantly, I gave her her kids back, but I'm digressing. We had some nachos and made fun of our parents, the complete trainwrecks that they are. They decided to come up this way as well, and stay at their time share condo. My dad forgot to bring his suitcase, so he had to go to Wal-Mart to buy clothes. At this point, I am contemplating mercy killings.
Soon enough, however, My friend Bryan, a Chicago firefighter, arrived to pick me up and save me from the madness that was sure to ensue. Notice at no point did I mention anything about hilarity.
Bryan just moved back into the city from some crap suburb called Lake in the Hills. This is a pretty nice place he has here. I'm rather enjoying it, despite the fact I'm working on about 3 hours sleep.
Anyway, we got back here and had a couple beers, and then we went to this little sports bar, Morretti's, I think it's called, for some pizza. The meal was great, but, man was it expensive. The Pizza and four beers between us was $48 with tip. I'm going to be here six days, and I can tell already that this is going to get pricey.
So we finished our meal, and the bartender/waitress called us "quitters" because we didnt stay for drinks. Silly little girl. The last time I was in Chicago and somebody challenged my drinking skills, I left them passed out in the back of Bryan's car. Just because I'm not from the big city, that doesn't mean I can't whup your ass.
Got back here, had a couple more beers, and watched "The 40 Year Old Virgin". I hadn't seen it before, and I thought it was pretty funny. But the whole time I just found myself thinking, "Hang in there Jon. It'll be okay, little buckeroo."
(Oh, come on. I've gone this far without picking on anybody. I was due!)
That pretty much sums up Monday. I was lucky enough to find an open wireless connection, and my buddy has DSL, so I should be good for the week. I'll try to start snapping some pictures. Probably wouldnt hrut me to try and get some more sleep either. Tuesday morning is now uopn me, and we're going to a Chicago Cubs game. Its a good thing I packed my spare liver, because nobody really goes to Wrigley Field to watch baseball. The Cubs my look like a baseball team, but just because they have matching hats and try to hit a ball with a stick, it doesn't make it so.
Rock.
MONDAY DRINK COUNT: 6 TRIP TOTAL: 6
Monday, June 26, 2006
Riz Mix 6: Full Tilt Rhythm - a Preview
I stayed up late tonight drinking, dealin' with drama, and mixing music.
I made some decent headway on the Core Factor remix. If your RSS reader isn't podcast enabled, click here instead.
If you are here from some of the people who've been passing around this page info, you should got to the music link from up top and check out my old CD. If you're getting married soon, you're going to need to save a lot of money. Reception, wedding cameras, rings, reception... all that's expensive man! Heh, I'm pretty delerious at the moment, so I'm going to sleep a couple hours now.
/rizzn
I made some decent headway on the Core Factor remix. If your RSS reader isn't podcast enabled, click here instead.
If you are here from some of the people who've been passing around this page info, you should got to the music link from up top and check out my old CD. If you're getting married soon, you're going to need to save a lot of money. Reception, wedding cameras, rings, reception... all that's expensive man! Heh, I'm pretty delerious at the moment, so I'm going to sleep a couple hours now.
/rizzn
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Interesting conversation, interesting day.
[this post contains paid placement]
Right now, I'm hanging out with Matthew and Luke, its 5AM, and we're talking about everything under the sun. Matthew has just explained to us the concept of what it's like to be an Alpha Male, and Luke has just explained to us the intracies of net neutrality. I've just explained my philosophy on how to make a business plan succeed.
The convoluted conversation is the result of four redbulls and vodkas a piece, followed by five cups of coffee, then followed by four beers.
I went to an interesting little party this evening run by Caleb Clark of 903mix.com. It was an art showing sponsored by Scion and Red Bull. I met up with all sorts of people that I hadn't seen in years, including my girlfriend from back in the sixth grade.
Matthew is doing a post on the events that took place. Check out his entry on the topic.
My Personal Life
As is now well known amongst the RICers, I have "broken up" with the girl that I was hanging out with for the last couple weeks. The few words spoken on the subject via the list have created an uproar my inner circle has never seen the likes of before. If you want in on that discussion, I suggest you subscribe. It's quite vitriolic, or at least it was around 8pm Friday.
But as I recently found out, June is national Rose month, and as I'm now a hot commodity for the ladies, I expect the flowers to start rolling in. Here: I'll even give you a link for the flower shop make it easy for you. Alternatively, you can send me small sums of gold, if you like.
As a side note, I try to work these paid placements in somewhat unobtruseivly and humourously, if possible, but this next one is so freakin' obvious it's sad. I mean, it is true that my car insurance is coming due here in the next few months and I will be needing to switch insurance companies. It's even true that I'll likely be switching to Geico soon, because I've used Geico in the past, and they're generally the cheapest in the business.
But who talks about car insurance companies in their blog? I mean how friggin' boring is that? I dunno. I am a slave to the almighty dollar, I suppose, so the link is there. :-)
Actually, if it wasn't about 5:30AM at the moment, I would probably go into the rant I did on Out in Right Field that one time about how I think all car insurance is a scam foisted upon us by a collusion between the government and the insurance industry, but Smokehouse tore me up pretty good when the debate was live, I don't want to think about how bad he'd tear up my half-witted early morning drivel.
What's coming up this weekend on the blog
I'm pretty much working straight through the weekend. I've got three projects to roll out on Monday, I've got a couple more blogs to get up and running on the Oblong Box network (yes, Jon, you're next on the list), I've got the exciting conclusion to the LP Texas Convention story and probably about twenty other things I'm forgetting at the moment.
So watch this space this weekend and prepare to be amazed. Or something.
I'm going to sleep.
/rizzn
Right now, I'm hanging out with Matthew and Luke, its 5AM, and we're talking about everything under the sun. Matthew has just explained to us the concept of what it's like to be an Alpha Male, and Luke has just explained to us the intracies of net neutrality. I've just explained my philosophy on how to make a business plan succeed.
The convoluted conversation is the result of four redbulls and vodkas a piece, followed by five cups of coffee, then followed by four beers.
I went to an interesting little party this evening run by Caleb Clark of 903mix.com. It was an art showing sponsored by Scion and Red Bull. I met up with all sorts of people that I hadn't seen in years, including my girlfriend from back in the sixth grade.
Matthew is doing a post on the events that took place. Check out his entry on the topic.
My Personal Life
As is now well known amongst the RICers, I have "broken up" with the girl that I was hanging out with for the last couple weeks. The few words spoken on the subject via the list have created an uproar my inner circle has never seen the likes of before. If you want in on that discussion, I suggest you subscribe. It's quite vitriolic, or at least it was around 8pm Friday.
But as I recently found out, June is national Rose month, and as I'm now a hot commodity for the ladies, I expect the flowers to start rolling in. Here: I'll even give you a link for the flower shop make it easy for you. Alternatively, you can send me small sums of gold, if you like.
As a side note, I try to work these paid placements in somewhat unobtruseivly and humourously, if possible, but this next one is so freakin' obvious it's sad. I mean, it is true that my car insurance is coming due here in the next few months and I will be needing to switch insurance companies. It's even true that I'll likely be switching to Geico soon, because I've used Geico in the past, and they're generally the cheapest in the business.
But who talks about car insurance companies in their blog? I mean how friggin' boring is that? I dunno. I am a slave to the almighty dollar, I suppose, so the link is there. :-)
Actually, if it wasn't about 5:30AM at the moment, I would probably go into the rant I did on Out in Right Field that one time about how I think all car insurance is a scam foisted upon us by a collusion between the government and the insurance industry, but Smokehouse tore me up pretty good when the debate was live, I don't want to think about how bad he'd tear up my half-witted early morning drivel.
What's coming up this weekend on the blog
I'm pretty much working straight through the weekend. I've got three projects to roll out on Monday, I've got a couple more blogs to get up and running on the Oblong Box network (yes, Jon, you're next on the list), I've got the exciting conclusion to the LP Texas Convention story and probably about twenty other things I'm forgetting at the moment.
So watch this space this weekend and prepare to be amazed. Or something.
I'm going to sleep.
/rizzn
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
A bunch of personal notes and shout outs.
A few things.
Foursquare - Tyler people... meet me over at IHOP at 9:30PM tonight - it's Foursquare night again!
Support Ambie - UnicornSex ran into some financial trouble and is soliciting donations... two bucks to get her out of trouble... you know you can do it. It's less than that Starbucks crap you guzzle down every day!
My exGirlfriend Traci - looky here:
So I found this really awesome website about Tantra. They have really awesome couples workshop book for those of you out their that might need some sprusing up in that area.
That is all, folks.
/rizzn
Foursquare - Tyler people... meet me over at IHOP at 9:30PM tonight - it's Foursquare night again!
Support Ambie - UnicornSex ran into some financial trouble and is soliciting donations... two bucks to get her out of trouble... you know you can do it. It's less than that Starbucks crap you guzzle down every day!
My exGirlfriend Traci - looky here:
Thanks for all the well wishes and phone calls, I'm sorry if I've been out of touch...38 hours of hard labor will do that to a gal :)From the "things-i-found-department"
If you didn't already know....Isabel Presley Walls was born on Saturday morning at 6:40 am and weighed in at 6lbs 12oz and 19 1/2 inches long! Phew!
Eric and I are enamored, but tired, and looking forward to starting this little family of ours!
I'll be more in touch as I recover and get used to being a momma, so please don't be offended if I'm out of touch...it doesn't mean I love you any less :)
P.S. I have a couple of pics of little Izzy posted finally :)
So I found this really awesome website about Tantra. They have really awesome couples workshop book for those of you out their that might need some sprusing up in that area.
That is all, folks.
/rizzn
Monday, June 19, 2006
Where is my Flying Car?
I got an interesting little note from Chris of Rockett Queen today:
RockettQueenChris: You know what's fugged up?
RockettQueenChris: This.
RockettQueenChris: http://www.genpets.com/index.php
Rizzn: I saw that
Rizzn: It's robotics. The site was created as an art project.
RockettQueenChris: Yeah that guy has a pretty rad portfolio.
Rizzn: Indeed.
Rizzn: I got all excited the first time I saw it though. I thought the future finally got here... like I might get my flying car soon.
RockettQueenChris: Ha, my immediate thoughts were that armageddon's apparently not that far off.
/rizzn
The Epic Powell Saga
The saga between me and my landlord continues. I was woke up this morning by the landlord's secretary handing me yet another eviction notice. This time, it was non-cigarette receptical related - it had more to do with the fact that the check I gave him for June's rent had a stop payment placed on it.
It's a convoluted story as to why it all happenned, but I think I can break it down pretty simply. Last week, he taped an eviction notice to my door because he was unhappy with my cigarette receptical. As soon as I recieved it, I placed a stop payment on the rent check, then I called him up to clear up the matter.
I then wrote another check for him, but due to the fact that I am busy, and often times forgetful, I never mailed it until I got a notice taped to my door assigning late fees. I wrote him a kind but firm letter explaining why I stopped payment on the check, and informing him that I had no intention of paying the 'harassment fees' in addition to my rent.
This morning, of course, I'm served by the eviction notice papers - I explained myself again. I'm trying to decide whether I need legal representation, or if I can handle this.
One thing is for certain - I'm due to have another hilarious phone call with my landlord soon. Keep your ears peeled for that!
The Rizzn Group/The Oblong Box
Jon came up with the idea of calling the new blogger group the Oblong Box. What do you think?
Two sites in the group are up! Go check them out now, if not sooner!
Wendy: BorrowedFire.com
Matthew: GonzoBlogger.com
That's all I got for the moment.
/rizzn
It's a convoluted story as to why it all happenned, but I think I can break it down pretty simply. Last week, he taped an eviction notice to my door because he was unhappy with my cigarette receptical. As soon as I recieved it, I placed a stop payment on the rent check, then I called him up to clear up the matter.
I then wrote another check for him, but due to the fact that I am busy, and often times forgetful, I never mailed it until I got a notice taped to my door assigning late fees. I wrote him a kind but firm letter explaining why I stopped payment on the check, and informing him that I had no intention of paying the 'harassment fees' in addition to my rent.
This morning, of course, I'm served by the eviction notice papers - I explained myself again. I'm trying to decide whether I need legal representation, or if I can handle this.
One thing is for certain - I'm due to have another hilarious phone call with my landlord soon. Keep your ears peeled for that!
The Rizzn Group/The Oblong Box
Jon came up with the idea of calling the new blogger group the Oblong Box. What do you think?
Two sites in the group are up! Go check them out now, if not sooner!
Wendy: BorrowedFire.com
Matthew: GonzoBlogger.com
That's all I got for the moment.
/rizzn
Thursday, June 15, 2006
MySpace Drama!
I had yet to experience in my years of being on MySpace the fabled "MySpace Drama." I've always heard about it, but never involved myself. Today, I saw the opportunity, pondered it briefly, and jumped in feet first! This is the chronicle of that.
First, the setup.
There's this girl who's absolutely cute as a button, and is friends with my old neighbors Jen and Jared - her name is Amber. She recieved an email from someone she turned down for a date that went a little something like this:
I decided it was time to get to know my opponent. Through a little bit of background investigation, I found his name was Dylan, he did indeed live in Garland, is 19 years old, and has a bodybuilder's frame, if your idea of a bodybuilder is Screech Powers (see picture at the right).
Armed with this information, I forwarded the following and all other correspondence back to Amber and Jerkwad.
And that, my friends, is MySpace Drama. Now you know.
/rizzn
First, the setup.
There's this girl who's absolutely cute as a button, and is friends with my old neighbors Jen and Jared - her name is Amber. She recieved an email from someone she turned down for a date that went a little something like this:bitch your so small your tiny ass could fit into my pocket you would be my little whore bitch your just a waste of sperm i hope you get gang raped hahhahahahah and your site and taste in music is very poorShe was understandably upset by the vulgar, albeit poorly worded insult. She informed me and a few friends about the incident, and I took it upon myself to send a little message to the worm.
Do you feel all big and powerful sending insulting and degrading messages to little girls?He replied:
Let's hope we never meet in a dark alley. For your sake.
if i met you anywhere i would rip your head off your so ignorant little person you better bring a gun i dont need one to put you in the groundI felt it was incumbent upon me to correct his grammar and mistaken assumptions:
I don't need a gun. I'm 6'5". I could step on you.There were several exchanges in which expletives on both sides were used. I felt it was time to step it up, and I told him that I was tired of his smack-talk, and if he really were as big of a badass as he claimed, he should decide to step it up a notch. He obliged:
Are you really debating on the internet who could beat up who? I wouldn't need to touch you... your intellect seems such that I could simply think in your direction and your brain would explode.
How about you stop talking sh!t, and come down here and bring it, p*ssy. I'm sure you're all great at talking sh!t and making girls cry. Pick on someone like me, and you'll be crushed.
Bring it. I'm not hard to find.
go ahead i want you to i will even tell you where i live i want to show you the way to your death spot we can meet in a certain place i dont want my parents involved i am in garland north garland there is a golds gym off of beltline road meet me there and im ready when you are i fuck with people that fuck with me so dont give me shit when you dont even know me remember you started it and i will end itNow, let's take a moment to read between the lines here... this kid lives with his parents in Garland North, and apparently knows his way to a gym - and he was getting serious about this! We're setting times and dates at which to face off! Things are getting epic - like some muddafuggin Faith No More epic!
I decided it was time to get to know my opponent. Through a little bit of background investigation, I found his name was Dylan, he did indeed live in Garland, is 19 years old, and has a bodybuilder's frame, if your idea of a bodybuilder is Screech Powers (see picture at the right).Armed with this information, I forwarded the following and all other correspondence back to Amber and Jerkwad.
I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.He has since declined further comment. Amber, having since composed herself, in response to this and other correspondence with our dear asshat, wrote him the following letter:
Watch your back, asshole.
Hey Dylan!! thanks so much for the feedback. i always enjoy hearing from cool guys who have definitely had sex with a real female before. You know, the type of guys who live with their parents by choice and are strongly considering enrolling in the local community college in the fall. you are soo awesome. and you're a good speller too. such intellect. i can tell that you most certainly graduated from high school with honors. my little scholar. picking up on the sarcasm? i sure hope so because i'm laying it on pretty thick.I invite everyone who cares to send any concerns, questions, or drama his way to do so: Dylan the Asshat can be found here on MySpace.
i noticed you live in garland. that's great because i've got a few friends in garland that are really looking forward to meeting you. one expressed how excited he would be when he finally gets to see you face to face so he could in his own words "cotton-fist that little shit in his knees with a lousiville fucking slugger!" hopefully they'll remember to have their video camera on hand, because we couldn't miss out on an opportunity to capture such a priceless moment.
my uncle Cecil has also displayed an interest in meeting you. he's a cheerful old fellow and has some very colorful friends. i'm sure ya'll will have hoot of a time together. he said that him and his friend Crowbar would be in garland this weekend and that they'd look you up for sure.
in closing i'd like to tell you how truely saddening it is to me, that people like you are allowed to breathe the same air as me. in my book you are nothing short of an oxygen theif. if i were to ever win the lottery i would do the world a favor and pay someone to off you. because lets face it, we can't afford to let you reproduce. i'll let you go now. wouldn't want to keep you from your comic books and video games that you routinely beat off too. and if you'd like to respond to this, please do me a favor and take the dick out of your mouth before you try to speak. it's just rude. geez, what a little bitch-ass faggot.
die slow,
amber
And that, my friends, is MySpace Drama. Now you know.
/rizzn
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Humpday Roundup
[rizzn's note: this entry contains paid placement]
Hey there Rizznites. What's the good word? Still fielding suggestions for the new blogging network - The best one so far is 32D. We also added a new person to the blogging lineup. Just to preview who's going to be writing for us, I'll give you the list so far:
MADshow's Newsguy Jon aka Jonboy - Armasystema: it'll be a daily blog and periodic podcast continuation of his show Respect Knuckles.
Darrell - I Gave Darrell A Dollar: the latest incarnation of infectious insanity.
Wendy - Borrowed Fire: The daily life of a Texan twenty-something.
Matthew - GonzoBlogger: The globetrotting Jew tells all, Hunter S. Thompson-style.
Over the next few days, the splash pages will be up on the site, and I'll have the next few names dropped here on the site. Look out for updates!
Places in Florida
I've been looking to get on the road and do some vacationing, so I've been getting information about travel out in Florida. One of the things that crossed my desk was this deal about Winter Park, and it was actually pitching me Winter Park Real Estate. I've actually driven through the area, and much like most of South Florida, it is like an endless suburb ... it's sort of in the middle of the state. Not sure exactly what the draw is to the place, other than its proximity to Orlando, but I know that there are a good deal of tourism agencies based out of there, and from what I understand quite a bit of money flowing through there for the average businessman. Back in the FlyDLUX days, a good number of our agents were out in that area.
I've also got some info on Orlando, as well, which I haven't read through yet. More on that tomorrow.
On the Subject of Flash and Splash Pages
One of the companies I work with is having a huge internal debate on the topic of a splash page. The debate they are having is meritorious on both sides, but the debate itself is the developer's attempt at a distraction from having to do real work. It's reverse from most situations... usually it's the developer pushing a splash page, but here it's the client wanting one.
Coincidentally to this conflict, I saw this on Techdirt:
Quote of the Entry:
[from a resignation letter my friend Charlene recently recieved] "I wish you continued success in your goals to turn vibrant, productive, dedicated employees into an aimless, inept group of dehydrated, lifeless carcasses."
- Misti Gensler
Hey there Rizznites. What's the good word? Still fielding suggestions for the new blogging network - The best one so far is 32D. We also added a new person to the blogging lineup. Just to preview who's going to be writing for us, I'll give you the list so far:
MADshow's Newsguy Jon aka Jonboy - Armasystema: it'll be a daily blog and periodic podcast continuation of his show Respect Knuckles.
Darrell - I Gave Darrell A Dollar: the latest incarnation of infectious insanity.
Wendy - Borrowed Fire: The daily life of a Texan twenty-something.
Matthew - GonzoBlogger: The globetrotting Jew tells all, Hunter S. Thompson-style.
Over the next few days, the splash pages will be up on the site, and I'll have the next few names dropped here on the site. Look out for updates!
Places in Florida
I've been looking to get on the road and do some vacationing, so I've been getting information about travel out in Florida. One of the things that crossed my desk was this deal about Winter Park, and it was actually pitching me Winter Park Real Estate. I've actually driven through the area, and much like most of South Florida, it is like an endless suburb ... it's sort of in the middle of the state. Not sure exactly what the draw is to the place, other than its proximity to Orlando, but I know that there are a good deal of tourism agencies based out of there, and from what I understand quite a bit of money flowing through there for the average businessman. Back in the FlyDLUX days, a good number of our agents were out in that area.
I've also got some info on Orlando, as well, which I haven't read through yet. More on that tomorrow.
On the Subject of Flash and Splash Pages
One of the companies I work with is having a huge internal debate on the topic of a splash page. The debate they are having is meritorious on both sides, but the debate itself is the developer's attempt at a distraction from having to do real work. It's reverse from most situations... usually it's the developer pushing a splash page, but here it's the client wanting one.
Coincidentally to this conflict, I saw this on Techdirt:
The common use of "flash intros" to corporate websites has never made much sense. Generally, they're a pain, and even for the few folks who want to watch them, after seeing it once, why should they ever want to go back again? Yet, for some reason, web designers love them, and somehow keep convincing corporations to use them. However, a usability expert studying these things now says that " the skip intro button is the most used button on the Internet." While you can quibble over the hyperbole, it does make sense to question why so many firms keep using these types of entryways, when it clearly keeps people from the content they actually want -- such as how to buy your product.Interestingly enough, I see this as one of the few design situations where a splash page is beneficial. We're talking about a gaming site, and the site is going to be graphically and textually driven, so to entice people in and to spark imagination, images are going to play a big role. The designer in this case is saying that having a splash page is going to reduce the pagerank of the site overall. A way to breach this deficit in pagerank that a splash page can cause is including a blogstyle update on the page that changes periodically, so that weblogs.com and all the other ping services are aware of the site, and that it'll get referenced periodically in other's blogs.
[via Techdirt]
Quote of the Entry:
[from a resignation letter my friend Charlene recently recieved] "I wish you continued success in your goals to turn vibrant, productive, dedicated employees into an aimless, inept group of dehydrated, lifeless carcasses."
- Misti Gensler
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
2006 Texas Libertarian Party Convention Wrap-Up
Howdy, Rizznites!
Alright, I'm sipping on a beer, responding to emails, and returning the 78 voicemails I received over the weekend, and it's close to 4:30 in the afternoon. Hopefully this whole week won't be shot to snot completely. It's almost end of day to humpday and I've not got any money making work done yet. :-/ Thank goodness for retainer checks!
Project News
As for general project news, I do have a number of interesting things to report. It looks as if the plans are in place to launch a brand new blogging network. Yes yes, I know in today's age of whatever, Yet Another Blogging Network sounds like a load of useless tripe - but this one is different. It isn't going to be an open invitation type deal... only hand-picked bloggers will be on this network. Hand-picked by me! Because, as we all know, I am the arbitor of cool. I'm not sure of the network name. I would call it the rizzn network, like back in the day - but unfortunately someone scooped rizzn.net out from under me, so that's out for an idea.
Maybe I'll give $10 to the person to come up with the coolest name for the new blogging network. Payable through paypal. It needs to not be genre specific, reflect prolific writing style, and make me want to go to a site named that.
I'm also cooking up some super-secret business plans again - the following people in the RIC need to email me: Jeffman, and Jonboy.
The LP Convention
Thos and I had a great time in Houston this weekend at the Libertarian Party State Convention. I met, as I mentioned yesterday, a great number of influential Libertarians, including Michael Badnarik (former presidential candidate), Wes Benedict (LPTexas Exec. Director), Ron Paul (Republican House Member), James Werner (State LP Gubernatorial candidate), and many others. This is the first official Texan LP event I've ever attended, outside of our own campaign functions, and I must admit that I was concerned that the stereotypes I've accrued in my head over the years that Libertarians were going to be a bunch of kooks would turn out to be true.
Maybe it came from living in zany South Florida, or perhaps dealing with internet kooks who claimed Libertarianism as their philosophy of choice. As it turns out, though, it seemed to be a well put together, largely up-and-coming in appearance, and decently well organised, especially for the stage of development the party is in.
As to the convention organisation - I hope to get on the convention committee for the next one. It was organised well attendance and speaker-wise, but unfortunately the order in which things occurred scared off what little media that was there. The platform meeting took place on the second day, and the nominations and bylaws meeting took place on the first. Essentially the press stuck around for the nominations, and left, greatly hurting our press coverage.
As for what Thos and I did, I'll give you the informal version here - look for an update on the campaign website later this week with more details on who sponsored what and so forth. I drove down to Houston early Saturday morning - I left around 5:30 AM, as my buddy Jeff told me it would only take a couple hours to get down there if I went 69 > 59 into Houston. As it turns out, this is not the case. It's especially not the case once you get into Lufkin and ask a gas station attendant for directions, and she ends up sending you to Nacodoches instead.
I was about an hour late to the convention (missing Badnarik's commencement), but I checked into the Doubletree with relative ease - and I must say it's a very swank joint, the Doubletree. I joined the bylaws convention as soon as I got down there, just barely missing a lively debate in which Thos tried to amend the non-discrimination clause to include the words "sexual orientation." The delegates eventually settled on language that simply said that they do not discriminate, without mentioning any particular verbage containing special interest groups.
The luncheon speech was interesting - a speaker who ill-advised candidates to run on the issue of ending the drug war gave a really long speech. I then went to go sit in on an immigration issue panel. Interestingly enough, LPers seem to be just as divided on the immigration issue and how to handle it as the general populace. It will be some time before we all come to a concensus on this, I believe.
Then the nominations took place. The most notable of the nominations were the gubernatorial candidates of James Werner and leutenant govenernor candidate Judy Baker.
James is quite a charismatic guy. Thos's fiance was quoted as saying "I'd buy anything he was selling." He has a disarming personality - very gracious and at the same time confident. If we can get him the press coverage he deserves, he'll make a fine candidate, and even give Kinky a run for his money.
I've still got more to talk about - I need to mention our involvement in the platform plank selection process, and the position I was elected to within the party, but I'm running out of time for the day. Poke me tomorrow and I'll inform everyone on the rest of the story, as Brother Harvey would say.
/rizzn
Alright, I'm sipping on a beer, responding to emails, and returning the 78 voicemails I received over the weekend, and it's close to 4:30 in the afternoon. Hopefully this whole week won't be shot to snot completely. It's almost end of day to humpday and I've not got any money making work done yet. :-/ Thank goodness for retainer checks!
Project News
As for general project news, I do have a number of interesting things to report. It looks as if the plans are in place to launch a brand new blogging network. Yes yes, I know in today's age of whatever, Yet Another Blogging Network sounds like a load of useless tripe - but this one is different. It isn't going to be an open invitation type deal... only hand-picked bloggers will be on this network. Hand-picked by me! Because, as we all know, I am the arbitor of cool. I'm not sure of the network name. I would call it the rizzn network, like back in the day - but unfortunately someone scooped rizzn.net out from under me, so that's out for an idea.
Maybe I'll give $10 to the person to come up with the coolest name for the new blogging network. Payable through paypal. It needs to not be genre specific, reflect prolific writing style, and make me want to go to a site named that.
I'm also cooking up some super-secret business plans again - the following people in the RIC need to email me: Jeffman, and Jonboy.
The LP Convention
Thos and I had a great time in Houston this weekend at the Libertarian Party State Convention. I met, as I mentioned yesterday, a great number of influential Libertarians, including Michael Badnarik (former presidential candidate), Wes Benedict (LPTexas Exec. Director), Ron Paul (Republican House Member), James Werner (State LP Gubernatorial candidate), and many others. This is the first official Texan LP event I've ever attended, outside of our own campaign functions, and I must admit that I was concerned that the stereotypes I've accrued in my head over the years that Libertarians were going to be a bunch of kooks would turn out to be true.
Maybe it came from living in zany South Florida, or perhaps dealing with internet kooks who claimed Libertarianism as their philosophy of choice. As it turns out, though, it seemed to be a well put together, largely up-and-coming in appearance, and decently well organised, especially for the stage of development the party is in.
As to the convention organisation - I hope to get on the convention committee for the next one. It was organised well attendance and speaker-wise, but unfortunately the order in which things occurred scared off what little media that was there. The platform meeting took place on the second day, and the nominations and bylaws meeting took place on the first. Essentially the press stuck around for the nominations, and left, greatly hurting our press coverage.
As for what Thos and I did, I'll give you the informal version here - look for an update on the campaign website later this week with more details on who sponsored what and so forth. I drove down to Houston early Saturday morning - I left around 5:30 AM, as my buddy Jeff told me it would only take a couple hours to get down there if I went 69 > 59 into Houston. As it turns out, this is not the case. It's especially not the case once you get into Lufkin and ask a gas station attendant for directions, and she ends up sending you to Nacodoches instead.
I was about an hour late to the convention (missing Badnarik's commencement), but I checked into the Doubletree with relative ease - and I must say it's a very swank joint, the Doubletree. I joined the bylaws convention as soon as I got down there, just barely missing a lively debate in which Thos tried to amend the non-discrimination clause to include the words "sexual orientation." The delegates eventually settled on language that simply said that they do not discriminate, without mentioning any particular verbage containing special interest groups.
The luncheon speech was interesting - a speaker who ill-advised candidates to run on the issue of ending the drug war gave a really long speech. I then went to go sit in on an immigration issue panel. Interestingly enough, LPers seem to be just as divided on the immigration issue and how to handle it as the general populace. It will be some time before we all come to a concensus on this, I believe.
Then the nominations took place. The most notable of the nominations were the gubernatorial candidates of James Werner and leutenant govenernor candidate Judy Baker.
James is quite a charismatic guy. Thos's fiance was quoted as saying "I'd buy anything he was selling." He has a disarming personality - very gracious and at the same time confident. If we can get him the press coverage he deserves, he'll make a fine candidate, and even give Kinky a run for his money.
I've still got more to talk about - I need to mention our involvement in the platform plank selection process, and the position I was elected to within the party, but I'm running out of time for the day. Poke me tomorrow and I'll inform everyone on the rest of the story, as Brother Harvey would say.
/rizzn
Friday, June 9, 2006
Tired Rizzn Update
Hey there everyone. I've got two quick things to talk about... I'll go into more detail later this week. First of all, I want to say that I had a great time this weekend, if not an exhausting time. I attended the Texas Libertarian Party Convention down in Houston, and enjoyed meeting Ron Paul, Michael Badnarik, James Werner and Rock Howard - all very important politicians and members of the Libertarian Party. Thos and I got a whole lot accomplished while we were there, and I'll be detailing that here and on the campaign website, but I just wanted to check in with everyone and let you know I'm alive and back in town now (although I spent most of today in Dallas recouperating and wrapping up campaign business with Thos).
In other news, my landlord and I had a raucous argument over the phone today. When I got back to the apartment in Tyler, there was an eviction notice on my door. This ain't no Orlando Vacation Home Rental, this is my castle - so as you might imagine, I was a little miffed.
The landlord has been targeting for eviction people who live in the complex for no other reason other than I think he really likes evicting people - and then complains that he has too difficult of a time keeping tenants. I'm the latest target, and the whole tiff seems to be mostly over the fact that I put my cigarettes in glass containers on my porch. Last week some time, he brought the owner over to my apartment and tried to force his way in to inspect the house.
As most of you know, I watch my Matlock, so I know my rights. I've actually had too many run-ins with bad landlords to count, so I know how to deal with them when they start getting pushy... you simply don't back down, make a big deal out of his request, threaten legal action, and then make a concession on what was probably a simple request in the first place, but make it seem like a big deal.
Well, I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to provide you with the recording of the conversation he and I had for educational purposes. If you've subscribed to my RSS feed, it'll automatically download by your podcast client. Otherwise, click here.
As you notice, in the recording, Burt makes several mentions of how unattractive the receptical is. I was playing this for my old neighbor Jarred, who said that I should have responded with how unattractive my landlord is. He's the sort of guy you send flowers to his wife just because you feel sorry for her.
In other news, my landlord and I had a raucous argument over the phone today. When I got back to the apartment in Tyler, there was an eviction notice on my door. This ain't no Orlando Vacation Home Rental, this is my castle - so as you might imagine, I was a little miffed.
The landlord has been targeting for eviction people who live in the complex for no other reason other than I think he really likes evicting people - and then complains that he has too difficult of a time keeping tenants. I'm the latest target, and the whole tiff seems to be mostly over the fact that I put my cigarettes in glass containers on my porch. Last week some time, he brought the owner over to my apartment and tried to force his way in to inspect the house.
As most of you know, I watch my Matlock, so I know my rights. I've actually had too many run-ins with bad landlords to count, so I know how to deal with them when they start getting pushy... you simply don't back down, make a big deal out of his request, threaten legal action, and then make a concession on what was probably a simple request in the first place, but make it seem like a big deal.
Well, I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to provide you with the recording of the conversation he and I had for educational purposes. If you've subscribed to my RSS feed, it'll automatically download by your podcast client. Otherwise, click here.
As you notice, in the recording, Burt makes several mentions of how unattractive the receptical is. I was playing this for my old neighbor Jarred, who said that I should have responded with how unattractive my landlord is. He's the sort of guy you send flowers to his wife just because you feel sorry for her.
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Frank Gonzalez is a Dummy
[Rizzn's Note: Frank Gonzalez is running for congress on the Democratic ticket down in South Florida. He has been courting the libertarian vote pretty heavily, but recently, his true colors have been showing, as he has repeatedly insulted the party chair in public forums, insulted leaders in the party, as well as making public calls for all Christians to be put to death. Frank is an immature, idiotic man running for a serious office. Granted, I'd like to see someone in office who represents libertarian ideals, but this man lacks a fundamental understanding of the nature of politics, and would be more of a hinderance to the cause than a help, were he elected.
The following conversational thread came off the LP-Broward message board. The joke at the end is a reference to the fact that Frank's answer to every question of his abilitiy or tactics is that "I got 55,000 votes in the last election." And no, 55,000 votes isn't nearly enough to win in Broward County.]
Mark: Ooh, sounds like some bad blood here. But then again, as you've proven many times, Frank, you're not above personal attacks. You'll do quite well in the Democratic party.
Frank:Wow! You're sounding like a right-wing alarmist! Are you Sean Landon or Sean Hannity? I owe Christians an apology? I see...so I owe myself and apology, sort of, since I was baptized, communionized and confirmed too (at the ripe, "wise" age of 12!), even though I renounced my former religion because I saw that it was responsible for the deaths of so many throughout history, just as we, as Libertarians, blast government in general for the same atrocities? Interesting.
Maybe these Christians will forgive me on their own for the transgression of stating bluntly why I defend their right to worship whatever they please so long as they keep it far away from the government that does a piss poor job all by itself already and doesn't need further corruption and complication. I suppose this is what you call "insults". If the Christian right tries to use the Libertarian Party or libertarianism in general to sneak their agenda, I will continue to emphasize why Jefferson's call for a wall of separation between church and state was such a great declaration
Mark: Frank, how hypocritical can you be? You truly do belong in the Democratic party. Every liberal I know tries to blame the system and upbringing of individuals for the individual's actions - What about individual responsibility? It's not the fault of a system of beliefs that atrocities were committed in a particular religion's name. No where in the New Testament does it call for atrocities to be committed.
Religion, much like technology, can be a tool. Tools are neutral until an individual picks it up and uses it for a purpose, be it good,evil, or indifferent. Don't blame all of us Christians for the actions of madmen before we were born.
Just because you claim to want to protect the institution of religion by keeping the government out of it while at the same time insulting Christians to their faces does not absolve you of the action of insulting Christians to their face. They will still be offended, despite what your internal monologue may be telling you about how good you are for protecting the division of church or state, or how many votes you got in the last election (which from what I understand is something like .... what was it ?... oh dang, I forgot, why don't you tell me in your response somewhere... I'm sure you remember).
/rizzn
The following conversational thread came off the LP-Broward message board. The joke at the end is a reference to the fact that Frank's answer to every question of his abilitiy or tactics is that "I got 55,000 votes in the last election." And no, 55,000 votes isn't nearly enough to win in Broward County.]
Sean:Ha! Still not sure whether to laugh or to cry. It's not deceptive, just delusional.
Frank:Sean, you are talking to me about delusion? I gave you a long list of my accomplishments for the Libertarian cause even BEFORE my 2004 election results. What have YOU done by comparison? Please detail it for me.
Mark: I'll let Sean speak for himself, but it seems to me he's the most active organiser for the LP in Broward. Seems to me it'd be someone you wouldn't want to anger or insult, but then again, I'm only a campaign manager for a state campaign... not a federal candidate with 55,000 votes in a previous election. What do I know?
Sean:How do you think it advances your position to continually insult the people - especially the activists - on this list (this Libertarian Party list)?
Frank:Sean, you are talking to me about delusion? I gave you a long list of my accomplishments for the Libertarian cause even BEFORE my 2004 election results. What have YOU done by comparison? Please detail it for me.
Mark: I'll let Sean speak for himself, but it seems to me he's the most active organiser for the LP in Broward. Seems to me it'd be someone you wouldn't want to anger or insult, but then again, I'm only a campaign manager for a state campaign... not a federal candidate with 55,000 votes in a previous election. What do I know?
Sean:How do you think it advances your position to continually insult the people - especially the activists - on this list (this Libertarian Party list)?
Frank: Who have I insulted? Please tell me specifically. Since there's record, you can quote it. By the way, WHAT "activists" are you describing? Where were these "activists" in 2004? Where are they NOW, in 2006, when they could be joining a common cause just as I called on them to no avail in 2004?
Mark: Frank, I'll quote myself from a previous exchange that you and I have shared:
Sean:And then ignore their responses and continue with your (to put it politely) misinformation? Or perhaps, should I say, because you have been corrected many, many times, disinformation? (for now I won't go any farther than that.)
So far, throughout this discourse, you've insulted anyone who calls themself a Libertarian, anyone who calls themself a Democrat, about three individual members of the list (at last count), anyone who calls themself a conservative, anyone who calls themself a Christian (or is a member of a religion at all, for that matter), and anyone who hasn't won a political office.
Sean:And then ignore their responses and continue with your (to put it politely) misinformation? Or perhaps, should I say, because you have been corrected many, many times, disinformation? (for now I won't go any farther than that.)
Frank:Now you're accusing me of "misinformation", a euphemism for lying. What have I lied about, Sean? Please do go farther than that. Your hostility is interesting considering that you're one of the few Libertarian holdouts who just won't budge to do the real work that's necessary to engage strangers or, at the very least, understand why I left the Libertarian Party and support the effort to win as a Democrat.
Mark: Ooh, sounds like some bad blood here. But then again, as you've proven many times, Frank, you're not above personal attacks. You'll do quite well in the Democratic party.
Sean:For starters, I think you owe Andrew and any other Christians on this list an apology, and then you need to stop repeating your disinformation
Mark: Frank, how hypocritical can you be? You truly do belong in the Democratic party. Every liberal I know tries to blame the system and upbringing of individuals for the individual's actions - What about individual responsibility? It's not the fault of a system of beliefs that atrocities were committed in a particular religion's name. No where in the New Testament does it call for atrocities to be committed.
Religion, much like technology, can be a tool. Tools are neutral until an individual picks it up and uses it for a purpose, be it good,evil, or indifferent. Don't blame all of us Christians for the actions of madmen before we were born.
Just because you claim to want to protect the institution of religion by keeping the government out of it while at the same time insulting Christians to their faces does not absolve you of the action of insulting Christians to their face. They will still be offended, despite what your internal monologue may be telling you about how good you are for protecting the division of church or state, or how many votes you got in the last election (which from what I understand is something like .... what was it ?... oh dang, I forgot, why don't you tell me in your response somewhere... I'm sure you remember).
/rizzn
You call it pessimism, I call it realism.
It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.
- Woody Allen
- Woody Allen
Monday, June 5, 2006
Meanwhile, back at the Inn....
[Rizzn's Note: this all comes from the game me and my nerd buddies play called iRP. These are the reactions and fallout of last night's session]
Rizzn ambled into the inn, looking for a place to crash. Cassius stepped thru the door behind Rizzn. It had been an especially bloody night. Though he had not known the dwarf very well, it was still unsettling to see a crossbow bolt settle directly into Omrii's skull.
He also felt as if he had let his buddy down. He was there to rescue Caligh'is, his Urdon friend who he hadn't seen in months and months. Strange, how it was always up to him to do the rescuing - the size and stature of the kobold in relation to an urdon, you'd think it would be the other way around.
To make matters worse, Caligh'is brother Doidaldi had been captured in the rescue attempt as well.
At one point in the evening, he was sure it was lights out for himself as well. He had felt that idiot theif captain's blade sink into his guts and twist just before everything went dim.
"Ssssstupid Captian Sssscratch. King of the Jerkwaddsssss," he muttered to himself as he found a place to rest his weary legs. "If I ever ssseee him again, I'm going to tear hissss throat out and feassst on hissss jugularssss."
"Yes, yes I will," She mumbled to herself, though the gaze on the Cassius's face told you she was not paying attention to all of what he had been saying until the very end.
The general ambivalance Rizzn tended to feel towards those who would oppose him seemed to be ebbing away. Hatred and the need for vengence seem to be slowly replacing it.
Cassius decided she needed a few ales before she could go to bed. This early morning possessed some of the worst bloodshed she had seen in a while, and the cause of it seriously disturbed her. She listened to most of Rizzn's ranting about the captain but try as she might she could not suppress the anger that was beginning to grow deep inside her.
As she refilled her mug, she saw Omrii's body on the gnome sized couch by the fireplace. His arms were crossed over his chest holding his sacred book. Her eyes froze as they landed on the bolt jutting from his skull.
"It's not right! Omrii, Anello, and Fa Ga Fu didn't deserve to die! Caligh'is has caused so much trouble," slamming her mug on the bar she continued, dropping tone her voice "Let him rot."
She then walks over to the couch, gathering Omrii's limp, lifeless body and his things, she walks out the door. The sun was beginning to rise and the snow was slowing. The morning was eerily quiet not for the sound of snow crunching from under her feet. After a short time she reached the temple of Plugo, her destination.
*****
In a dark, shadowy place frequented by dark shadowy characters, a middle-aged human man wearing studded leather armor, in great physical condition but clutching a newly bandaged wound at his side, sits quietly.
"The Marquis will see you now." The servant said plainly before leading this man into a richly appointed room.
"Marquis. I've come to collect the bounty on Doidaldi. We have him and his brother, but... the Kei'Dyn all elduded our ambush. We lost two men in the process and some of us were hurt pretty badly. We did kill a dwarf mageling that was with them, but he seemed to be of little consequence."
An older man, his face hidden by the shadows dancing among the flickering candlelight, answers.
"Call off your efforts for now and return to Neroue. No sense in wasting men over them."
"And... another thing, milord."
"Yes."
"They were led by a kobold."
The marquis had no response except to clench his teeth in hatred. His eyes burned with furious disgust. When he spoke next , it was with cold rage.
"We shall send a message to those adventurers that they will not soon forget."
*****
Cassius knocked on the door of the Temple of Plugo, as it opened she quickly began.
"He is dead, this temple helped me to return from the dead please do what you can for him. This gnome has enough possessions you can sell if he does not have enough coin. His name is Omrii."
She handed over his body, keeping his sacred book. She knew he would not be happy if it somehow got lost. She would keep it safe in her room back at the Inn until Governor Lenier returned from his trip, she would then hand it over to him.
*****
As the morning sun rose in Datlis Crossing the next morning, a loud scream broke morning's silence. A farmer's daughter - sent to fetch a bucket of water from the river - was greeted with a most grisly sight.
On the Heroes' Haven Inn side of the Nimphlad bridge, two urdon heads were spiked onto the ends of ten foot stakes. beneath them, the snow was stained with vermillion. The two urdon faces were vastly similar, and anyone from the guild might recognize them as Caligh'is and Doidaldi.
Of the rest of their bodies - there was no trace.
Rizzn was startled awake by the sound of the faraway scream. Apparently he had fallen asleep where he crashed down in the commons of the Hero's Haven Inn.
"No more being a bussssybody," the kobold murmured to himself. "That getssss me killed."
Instead of investigating, Rizzn went into the stables, as was his routine early in the morning to tend to Isobel, Pendleton and Maximillian, the very same mounts which had served him well in his first attempt to rescue Caligh'is.
As he scrubbed down the large mount Pendleton, the kobold spoke as warmly and comfortingly as a kobold could manage.
"No worriessss, my pet. I don't know if Caligh'issss will be coming back sssssoon, but I'll take care of you."
*****
Of the members of Lenier's guild, it was Lutherous who discovered them first. The farmer's girl who had discovered the heads earlier was likely scarred for life because of it and that made the sadist Kei'Dyn happy.
When he saw the head of Caligh'is he started swearing and shouting. "Dammit Caligh'is! I save your life twice and again you just go off and die again! I didn't even get the chance to use you as a slave! I knew it! I knew that when I heard you had been captured I would have to save you because its always ME. For all your might you can't do anything to save yourself!"
He leapt up and slapped the face with his claws out, blood stained the snow. "But I suppose you aren't totally useless. Even in death you were able to murder your whore of a sister and rid me the problem of that anal-retentive dwarf. How proud you must be while you burn in agony that you took two with you."
Then he moves on to Doidaldi. "And you! You filthy monster! Constantly cavorting about waving your genitalia everywhere thinking your beautiful!" He spat on her face. "This is the price that harlots like you have to pay, and if wasn't the executioners axe that got you first it would be the massive amount of disease that courses through your filthy body."
Lutherous then removed the two stakes from the ground and hurled them in the river. "The two of you aren't worth being remembered, so I curse ye to the stomach of the Septopus. At least in death you'll find your vaunted club Caligh'is. You idiot."
He spat on the water then walked away back to the inn.
The morning cold still ached in his bones as the Leonine Kei'Dyn Fa Ga Fu sluggishly limped down the stairs into the mead hall. The adrenaline from last night's debacle, had long since worn off and with each step down he felt anew the wounds of the previous nights. Perhaps a little warmed mead would help to take the edge off.
It was as he poured the steaming beverage that he first heard the scream. His frail nerves reacted and he jumped out of his seat spilling his drink.
"The fools have come back for more!" He shouts into the upstairs. "AWAKE AWAKE! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. TO ARMS!" And with that Fa Ga Fu runs outside to behold Lutherous's desecration.
He watches mesmerized as the gruesome scene unfolds. The muscles in his stomach knot up he beholds Lutherous's desecrate the dead, even Doidaldi... noble Doidaldi, who died out of loyalty. He could watch no more.
"Fiend!"
Fire lights his gaze as he points his scythe at Lutherous
"Give me one good reason why you should live."
Rizzn ambled into the inn, looking for a place to crash. Cassius stepped thru the door behind Rizzn. It had been an especially bloody night. Though he had not known the dwarf very well, it was still unsettling to see a crossbow bolt settle directly into Omrii's skull.
He also felt as if he had let his buddy down. He was there to rescue Caligh'is, his Urdon friend who he hadn't seen in months and months. Strange, how it was always up to him to do the rescuing - the size and stature of the kobold in relation to an urdon, you'd think it would be the other way around.
To make matters worse, Caligh'is brother Doidaldi had been captured in the rescue attempt as well.
At one point in the evening, he was sure it was lights out for himself as well. He had felt that idiot theif captain's blade sink into his guts and twist just before everything went dim.
"Ssssstupid Captian Sssscratch. King of the Jerkwaddsssss," he muttered to himself as he found a place to rest his weary legs. "If I ever ssseee him again, I'm going to tear hissss throat out and feassst on hissss jugularssss."
"Yes, yes I will," She mumbled to herself, though the gaze on the Cassius's face told you she was not paying attention to all of what he had been saying until the very end.
The general ambivalance Rizzn tended to feel towards those who would oppose him seemed to be ebbing away. Hatred and the need for vengence seem to be slowly replacing it.
Cassius decided she needed a few ales before she could go to bed. This early morning possessed some of the worst bloodshed she had seen in a while, and the cause of it seriously disturbed her. She listened to most of Rizzn's ranting about the captain but try as she might she could not suppress the anger that was beginning to grow deep inside her.
As she refilled her mug, she saw Omrii's body on the gnome sized couch by the fireplace. His arms were crossed over his chest holding his sacred book. Her eyes froze as they landed on the bolt jutting from his skull.
"It's not right! Omrii, Anello, and Fa Ga Fu didn't deserve to die! Caligh'is has caused so much trouble," slamming her mug on the bar she continued, dropping tone her voice "Let him rot."
She then walks over to the couch, gathering Omrii's limp, lifeless body and his things, she walks out the door. The sun was beginning to rise and the snow was slowing. The morning was eerily quiet not for the sound of snow crunching from under her feet. After a short time she reached the temple of Plugo, her destination.
*****
In a dark, shadowy place frequented by dark shadowy characters, a middle-aged human man wearing studded leather armor, in great physical condition but clutching a newly bandaged wound at his side, sits quietly.
"The Marquis will see you now." The servant said plainly before leading this man into a richly appointed room.
"Marquis. I've come to collect the bounty on Doidaldi. We have him and his brother, but... the Kei'Dyn all elduded our ambush. We lost two men in the process and some of us were hurt pretty badly. We did kill a dwarf mageling that was with them, but he seemed to be of little consequence."
An older man, his face hidden by the shadows dancing among the flickering candlelight, answers.
"Call off your efforts for now and return to Neroue. No sense in wasting men over them."
"And... another thing, milord."
"Yes."
"They were led by a kobold."
The marquis had no response except to clench his teeth in hatred. His eyes burned with furious disgust. When he spoke next , it was with cold rage.
"We shall send a message to those adventurers that they will not soon forget."
*****
Cassius knocked on the door of the Temple of Plugo, as it opened she quickly began.
"He is dead, this temple helped me to return from the dead please do what you can for him. This gnome has enough possessions you can sell if he does not have enough coin. His name is Omrii."
She handed over his body, keeping his sacred book. She knew he would not be happy if it somehow got lost. She would keep it safe in her room back at the Inn until Governor Lenier returned from his trip, she would then hand it over to him.
*****
As the morning sun rose in Datlis Crossing the next morning, a loud scream broke morning's silence. A farmer's daughter - sent to fetch a bucket of water from the river - was greeted with a most grisly sight.
On the Heroes' Haven Inn side of the Nimphlad bridge, two urdon heads were spiked onto the ends of ten foot stakes. beneath them, the snow was stained with vermillion. The two urdon faces were vastly similar, and anyone from the guild might recognize them as Caligh'is and Doidaldi.
Of the rest of their bodies - there was no trace.
Rizzn was startled awake by the sound of the faraway scream. Apparently he had fallen asleep where he crashed down in the commons of the Hero's Haven Inn.
"No more being a bussssybody," the kobold murmured to himself. "That getssss me killed."
Instead of investigating, Rizzn went into the stables, as was his routine early in the morning to tend to Isobel, Pendleton and Maximillian, the very same mounts which had served him well in his first attempt to rescue Caligh'is.
As he scrubbed down the large mount Pendleton, the kobold spoke as warmly and comfortingly as a kobold could manage.
"No worriessss, my pet. I don't know if Caligh'issss will be coming back sssssoon, but I'll take care of you."
*****
Of the members of Lenier's guild, it was Lutherous who discovered them first. The farmer's girl who had discovered the heads earlier was likely scarred for life because of it and that made the sadist Kei'Dyn happy.
When he saw the head of Caligh'is he started swearing and shouting. "Dammit Caligh'is! I save your life twice and again you just go off and die again! I didn't even get the chance to use you as a slave! I knew it! I knew that when I heard you had been captured I would have to save you because its always ME. For all your might you can't do anything to save yourself!"
He leapt up and slapped the face with his claws out, blood stained the snow. "But I suppose you aren't totally useless. Even in death you were able to murder your whore of a sister and rid me the problem of that anal-retentive dwarf. How proud you must be while you burn in agony that you took two with you."
Then he moves on to Doidaldi. "And you! You filthy monster! Constantly cavorting about waving your genitalia everywhere thinking your beautiful!" He spat on her face. "This is the price that harlots like you have to pay, and if wasn't the executioners axe that got you first it would be the massive amount of disease that courses through your filthy body."
Lutherous then removed the two stakes from the ground and hurled them in the river. "The two of you aren't worth being remembered, so I curse ye to the stomach of the Septopus. At least in death you'll find your vaunted club Caligh'is. You idiot."
He spat on the water then walked away back to the inn.
The morning cold still ached in his bones as the Leonine Kei'Dyn Fa Ga Fu sluggishly limped down the stairs into the mead hall. The adrenaline from last night's debacle, had long since worn off and with each step down he felt anew the wounds of the previous nights. Perhaps a little warmed mead would help to take the edge off.
It was as he poured the steaming beverage that he first heard the scream. His frail nerves reacted and he jumped out of his seat spilling his drink.
"The fools have come back for more!" He shouts into the upstairs. "AWAKE AWAKE! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK. TO ARMS!" And with that Fa Ga Fu runs outside to behold Lutherous's desecration.
He watches mesmerized as the gruesome scene unfolds. The muscles in his stomach knot up he beholds Lutherous's desecrate the dead, even Doidaldi... noble Doidaldi, who died out of loyalty. He could watch no more.
"Fiend!"
Fire lights his gaze as he points his scythe at Lutherous
"Give me one good reason why you should live."
Sunday, June 4, 2006
Nuh-Uh. Not in MY house: Lazy Sunday Ruminations
I'm just hanging out at my house this Sunday, trying to muster the motivation to do something productive. So far, it's not working out for me. I had really hoped that the girl I met in Dallas last week was going to give me a call, and I could blow off whatever responsibilities I had this weekend, thus proving my committment to being productive was fairly shallow. Instead I've been coming up with tidbits of busywork and sipping beers in front of thuTeeVee.
I also was reading some of my various caches of writing this weekend. I keep a couple other low traffic blogs that I don't tell anyone about. I'm sure they're google-able and I'm sure now that I've mentioned them, someone will go out there, find them, and link them to my site to embarrass me; but by and large they are so non-descript that they blend in with the rest of the internet chatter.
One blog in particular has sort of evolved into a blog I type in when I feel particularly emotional about my love life. It's a little weird to read, there's only about twenty posts going back about three years or so. Paging through it, you'd think the author was some sort of manic-depressive if you didn't read the dates on the entries. The tones vary, from goofy romance, to cynical mysogenism.
As an interesting sidenote, Technorati notes a spike in the search term "goofy romance" for earlier this week. If you compare the number of times people used "goofy romance" this week vs. back around Valentines day, you'll see that those are the only two times the mentions match up. I wonder what is the root cause of it?
Much like this entire blog entry, the previous paragraph makes no real interesting point; this reminds me of a story-telling technique I learned this week which, if you are able to master, is sure to spice up any droll tale. I've got to credit one of the better story-tellers of our time, Dane Cook, with pioneering the technique that was previously only reserved for movies by a certain director notorious for their unsure grasp of linear time. Of course, many of you know of which I speak, the concept is called "Tarantino-ing it up."
I've been telling a particular story that happenned to me last weekend to just about everyone I meet lately. I enjoy telling stories, and I assume most of my friends enjoy hearing the stories, because they don't tend to tell me to shut up very much. Unfortunately, this particular story appears to be of interest mostly to myself and no one else. I can tell this because whenever I start the story, people either start fidgeting about two minutes into it, or their eyes glaze over to the point I can actually see my own reflection.
Tarantino-ing up a story involves finding the punchiest part of the end of the story (this works best if it's a double entendre when out of context), delivering that part of it, then explaining the concept of tarantinoing it up ("we're going to tell this story from back to front"). Then you start at the beginning of the story, going off on little tangents here and there, and then finally surprising them with the punchline you started out with.
With a droll story, sometimes, you don't know exactly when the story is over. When you Tarantino up a droll story, when you finally get to the end, the listener is relieved to finally get to the end of it, and at the same time impressed by your clever storytelling style. It's a win-win.
Sweet mercy, there are so many other things I should be doing right now that typing this blather up. I need to finish some web work. I could be working on my music. I could be finishing a project that I have due first thing in the morning. Heck, I could be sleeping!
Ah well. What are ya gonna do?
/rizzn
I also was reading some of my various caches of writing this weekend. I keep a couple other low traffic blogs that I don't tell anyone about. I'm sure they're google-able and I'm sure now that I've mentioned them, someone will go out there, find them, and link them to my site to embarrass me; but by and large they are so non-descript that they blend in with the rest of the internet chatter.
One blog in particular has sort of evolved into a blog I type in when I feel particularly emotional about my love life. It's a little weird to read, there's only about twenty posts going back about three years or so. Paging through it, you'd think the author was some sort of manic-depressive if you didn't read the dates on the entries. The tones vary, from goofy romance, to cynical mysogenism.
As an interesting sidenote, Technorati notes a spike in the search term "goofy romance" for earlier this week. If you compare the number of times people used "goofy romance" this week vs. back around Valentines day, you'll see that those are the only two times the mentions match up. I wonder what is the root cause of it?Much like this entire blog entry, the previous paragraph makes no real interesting point; this reminds me of a story-telling technique I learned this week which, if you are able to master, is sure to spice up any droll tale. I've got to credit one of the better story-tellers of our time, Dane Cook, with pioneering the technique that was previously only reserved for movies by a certain director notorious for their unsure grasp of linear time. Of course, many of you know of which I speak, the concept is called "Tarantino-ing it up."
I've been telling a particular story that happenned to me last weekend to just about everyone I meet lately. I enjoy telling stories, and I assume most of my friends enjoy hearing the stories, because they don't tend to tell me to shut up very much. Unfortunately, this particular story appears to be of interest mostly to myself and no one else. I can tell this because whenever I start the story, people either start fidgeting about two minutes into it, or their eyes glaze over to the point I can actually see my own reflection.
Tarantino-ing up a story involves finding the punchiest part of the end of the story (this works best if it's a double entendre when out of context), delivering that part of it, then explaining the concept of tarantinoing it up ("we're going to tell this story from back to front"). Then you start at the beginning of the story, going off on little tangents here and there, and then finally surprising them with the punchline you started out with.
With a droll story, sometimes, you don't know exactly when the story is over. When you Tarantino up a droll story, when you finally get to the end, the listener is relieved to finally get to the end of it, and at the same time impressed by your clever storytelling style. It's a win-win.
Sweet mercy, there are so many other things I should be doing right now that typing this blather up. I need to finish some web work. I could be working on my music. I could be finishing a project that I have due first thing in the morning. Heck, I could be sleeping!
Ah well. What are ya gonna do?
/rizzn
Thursday, June 1, 2006
Quick Thursday Update
Just wanted to let everyone know that we've updated Thos's website with the pictures from the Campaign Kickoff Party are now uploaded and can be found at the following link (T. Evan Fisher for Texas House District 108). Many thanks to all who made the party a success!
In other news - really busy day today. Yeah, stop the presses on that.
/rizzn
In other news - really busy day today. Yeah, stop the presses on that.
/rizzn
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