Movednstuff
From Bellybuttonporn
(slightly updated August 15th)
I'm pretty moved in. There's room in the garage for the car, All my stuff that's going inside is inside, the living room is livable, the kitchen is cook-in-able, and the bedroom is bedroomable. There are still quite a few boxes to go through, however.
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Back Thing
So I had a boil on my back. It's gone now. A boil is like a super zit. It was about an inch deep. I took some pictures of the stitches on my back, but have no idea where they went.
I plan on telling chicks the scar came from a knife fight in a tijuana brothel. So please don't tell anyone elsewise.
Lapdance Died
Lapdance, my trusty IBM Thinkpad X20 (Pentium 3/600mhz, 320MB ram, ultraportable), is dead. The hard drive in it finally gave up the ghost. Sure, I could get another hard drive for it, but there's plenty of other stuff wrong. Namely, the screen is way messed up (several lines through it and extensive damage to the polarizer) and the battery is dead. I don't think I'll bother fixing it. Okay, maybe I will. It depends on how expensive a new screen is. Okay, I will fix it. You convinced me.
Went to the Fair
Today I went to the fair! It was pretty fun. I took the day off from work and went down to des moines last night to stay at Blaine's. We played some WOW together, hung out for a while. Today we dropped his kid off at her grandmom's, got my car, and went to the fair. I didn't get sunburned! I wore my Captain Morgan hat I got in minnesota. I think I look ridiculous in a hat, but it kept the sun at bay a little.
Me, Blaine, and his wife went to the fair together. Despite some knee and ankle problems, I had a lot of fun. We went through most of the buildings and looked at the stuff. I really like the dollhouses, photos, and tractors. The spa sales varied industries building was a necessary evil; you have to visit. They had a Creation exhibit from some Baptist church. I looked at the ridiculous ark model they had. This one didn't even have any dinosaurs! One of the booth workers what I thought, so I matter of factly told him it's all full of crap. He was heartbroken. We left the exhibit.
Okay, so food!
From memory, I had a funnel cake with strawberries (and cream, sir? What the hell, why not?), a pop, a strawberry smoothie, a nitro-sized cup of vanilla blue sky creamery ice cream (sold at a booth under the grandstand, GO GET SOME!) that I didn't finish, a bottle of water, a cup of blue moon beer, a cheesesteak and some sweet potato fries from the Depot, and another cup of blue moon. It was the first time I'd drank at the fair, actually.
I want to go back just to eat the rest of the stuff. Hopefully this sunday.
Girls
Been having some girl problems lately. Dames is nothing but trouble.
So first off, big troubles. It's not often I feel a big connection with someone. The last time I felt this way was a few years ago. It didn't work out so well either. This one won't. I've told her what's up, and she's still talking to me, so that's cool. I don't want to lose her as a friend. However, she lives a few hundred miles away, has a boyfriend that she's really in to, and is planning on moving even further away to be with him. And let's not kid ourselves here. If she were single, I wouldn't even be near the top of the list. She's just way too nice to say so. I have to move on. It's just not going to happen. Ever. Do you hear me? They say never say never. Well, I'm saying never right now. Never. You can't always get what you want. Well, maybe you can. I sure as hell can't.
So then there's this other girl. The Super Maybe girl. Why Super Maybe? Well, some times it feels like she likes me as more than a friend, and some times not. And on the same token, some times I feel like I should pursue her company, and some times I don't think so. Maybe on both ends, I think. Plus, she broke one of my policies already. However, I think she maybe is worth a shot, so I'm willing to overlook it. She seems like more than a handfull, though. I really don't know what to think of her. Maybe she doesn't even like me at all, and it's all my imagination?
I talk to a cool woman in Des Moines. We met a few times a long time ago, when I worked at McD's. She's all grown up and has some kids, but she found me on myspace and we chat occasionally every now and then. Lately we've been talking a lot. She's really fun to talk to, and even lets me flirt with her some times too. It's good for the ego. And I've got a giant glass ego with a hair trigger. Anyhow, she's really cool. I talk to her about these other women, and she's supportive. Cool. She reads bbp.com too. So, Hi!
Dish Drawer
So I'm watching a commercial on Food Network. A guy is sitting on his couch, lazily staring into the kitchen. His (presumably) wife is bent over, unloading the dishwasher and placing the dishes in a drawer a couple feet away. So she picks up a dish, he says "dish". She puts it in the drawer, he says "drawer". This happens over and over again, and the camera never waivers from her SWEET ASS. So he's just sitting there, watching her ass as she puts the dishes away.
So a few things go through my mind. So far, I have no idea what this commercial is for. I'll spill the beans: It's a company called Fisher & Paykel, and they make a product called the "Dish Drawer". It's a low-profile dishwasher apparatus that blends into your kitchen decor, and allows you to be a lazy fuck and just store the dishes in the dishwasher. BRILLIANT!
But as I'm watching it...
Who in the hell puts their dishes in a drawer? Every one I've ever eaten with stores their dishes in cupboards. So I'm thinking, this guy, on the couch, decided to put the dishes in a drawer way down low so he can stare at her ass all day. I was expecting a sly smile, a fist pump, or even a self high-five, followed by the Budweiser logo, of course. Until the reveal at the very end, I swore it was a beer commercial.
It's a pretty funny commercial, sorry for spoiling it for you. I couldn't find a copy of the commercial online. If you find one, let me know so we can add it here.
Categories: August 14, 2007 | Women | Computer | Fair
