"Although slow, and dangerous behind the wheel..."

What's the deal with old people buying sports cars and then driving them at a blistering pace of about 0-35 mph in a minute and a half?

A while ago, as I'm heading to a hockey game, I end up behind a niiiice Porsche. I'm tailing it as we round an entrance ramp to jump on the expressway. We get to the merge stretch and there I am riding the bumper because they can't seem to find the throttle. Just before I get majorly hosed by cars coming from behind I finally punch it and get out of dodge, reluctantly speeding by like another sports car driver trying to show off their power. I hate making a move like that because the last thing I want is for people to think I'm trying to show off, but I wasn't even about to get jammed because this joker is too busy daydreaming about driving this machine that they have no idea what to do with.

What makes people want to buy such nice cars when they're too old to even "enjoy" it? I understand that not many people can afford such nice cars until they're older, but based on the way a lot of these older connoisseurs of fine automobiles drive their rides it seems they make the purchase solely on the fact that they want to display a high level of social status. What happened to the days where you'd buy a car because of its performance aspects and not because of how it makes you look? Though maybe I should question if there ever was a day like that to begin with. By the way, this doesn't necessarily pertain to only sports cars, as the soccer mom rolls by in her ridiculous looking "H1 with downs" H2.

I'm not trying to say no body old should be buying sports cars. I'm just trying to "revolutionize" the way people think, and broadcast my opinion that if you're behind the wheel of something that can really move, then get up on the wheel and freakin drive.








Actually I don't really care. Just so long as you're not obnoxiously holding me up...

Loop Swoop and Pull

So it's been two days in a row, after a flawless run since buying my shoes about three months ago, that my laces have slipped apart on me before making it through the entire day. What's the deal??

Whacked Out Brilliance...

One of the very few authors that I actually know just died recently. Kurt Vonnegut is quite well known and has written some very good novels over the years... I guess. I only know "Cats Cradle," being forced to read it in a college class my freshman year. (I didn't mind it.) I remember the professor in that class. He was whacked! I'm pretty sure he always came to class blown out of his mind. Maybe just smoked a lot but I wouldn't have been surprised if he was doing coke. He was sooo *slow* and just funny the way he talked and acted. Someone would say something semi funny and he'd pause... and then just let out this really dorky kind of snort. It was so funny. I saw a picture of Vonnegut for the first time today and he TOTALLY looks just like that professor I had. Literature professors or so messed up.


Anyway, I know Vonnegut has written some interesting stuff over the years, but I stumbled upon these two quotes in particular.

"When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon."

"My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I'll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children."

Kurt Vonnegut was pretty messed up in his thinking on life (by my all joking aside standards) from what I know about him. Very liberal and out in left field smoking the grass, messed up. Though these two quotes I really found interesting. Here he was a suicidal type person (actually tried but failed at one point in his life) and wasn't opposed to such an idea, but when it came down to it he still had enough sense to make the right call.


There are a lot of bright, but not necessarily wise, people in the world.





This world needs God...

Words Can't Describe. But A Picture...

Go Green! Part III

That was one of the best hockey games I've ever seen. Again, so hard to watch, but what an exciting outcome.

Scoreless first period, 1-0 BC second period, and MSU ties it up in the third period. Then, just when you're getting ready to settle in for an intense overtime, MICHIGAN STATE GOAL WITH 18 SECONDS LEFT!!!

Phenomenal...


My favorite part- Boston College losing a second straight year in the championship game to a Big Ten team.

Go Green! Part II

I forgot how hard it is to watch playoff hockey, when one game actually does matter for once. Though when your team wins, there is no feeling like it in the world. Specially when they come from a 2 goal deficit!

It feels so good to breathe again.




*Quotes of the week*

"Stop bitch slapping me with a prayer card!"

"But looney tunes is coming on!!"
-My 33 year old golf partner as his wife changes the channel to the Flyers game.

You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea...

Temporary insanity isn't nearly as fun as it sounds...

"The suspense is killing me! I hope it'll last..."

I am sooooo anxious to see how the next week of hockey plays out. It's so intensely exciting!! Michigan State is two games away from a championship beginning with the first Frozen Four game tomorrow (which they will totally win, putting them in the championship game on Saturday). Then there's the Red Wings with 2 more games in a hard core fight with Buffalo for the Presidents trophy. Buffalo is down 1 point but has three games left. If they both win out the Sabres get it by one point. Both of them are playing crap teams, but seeing how it's hockey that means absolutely nothing. ANYthing can happen.

The only thing that would make the next week more fun is having No Turn to watch the games with. (And maybe some Little Caesars of course hehe...)

In the key of snake charmer...

Lately at work I've been doing a lot of listening to my iPod as I do miscellaneous things. It's awesome for me, it makes my day quite enjoyable. Although sometimes it totally screws me all up. I become engulfed in my own little world, and when someone tries to come by for something it takes me a couple minutes to get with the program.

A couple weeks ago there I was doing whatever, and I think I was really into some Pink Floyd at the time. My counterpart shoots a rubber band over at me to get my attention (it's become our way of signaling each other rather than get up and walk all those 3 looong steps across the alley of cubes). I walk into his cube and he starts talking to me about a project. I'm comprehending every bit of information he's giving me, but there I am standing there with absolutely no expression on my face and looking like I'm just in this bizarre trance. He finally says to me, "dude... are you ok?? What's the deal?" Instantly I kind of shake my head and snap out of it. Realizing how mindlessly absent I must have looked through the whole conversation I respond something like, "Yea yea, everything's cool. Haha. Yea. I'm totally fine." Then we just burst out laughing.

Then there are other times when I'm working at my computer and someone comes into my cube for something. I pull the head phones down and try to get my way through their (usually) very simple request. It takes me a couple minutes to really get with the program and start analyzing just what they're asking and how I can actually assist them. Of course I still get the job done exceptionally well and get them on their way because I'm so awesome (lost sarcastic modesty?). Though I still start off a little spedish.


Ching Ching! Ching Ching!
(1000 points to whoever can guess what song just started in iTunes!)


I remember being back in Michigan one night alone at my parents house. I've got my iPod going while I'm there watching the Red Wings on mute. I'm so completely into the music and into the game. All of a sudden I casually look over toward the open room and my brother appears out of absolutely no where! and he's wearing this dark trenchcoat like, um, coat. I just about jumped through the window and had a heart attack (three years early) as he absolutely scared the hell out of me, unexpectedly getting home like that.



"Unregardless" of a few slight issues, I still say it's one of the most useful possessions that I own...

"Now there's a look in your eyes... Like black holes in the sky.."

Have you ever looked into a mirror and looked deep into your own eyes? I'm not talking about gaaaazing into your eyes and seeing your iris' and your face and everything (that's kind of gay), I'm talking about seeing deep into your pupils. It's kind of like looking into your soul. Looking into the real you. You completely get rid of the aesthetic properties of "you" and you're looking into those black holes and it's just your mind then. (This is really tricky by the way and you can basically only do it for like a few seconds at a time. It would probably be really easy if you were on drugs. (How the hell do I always accidentally end up promoting drug use??? This Asylum is totally a drug free facility. (I swear I've never used drugs and am still NOT on any drugs right now! (Seriously Elmo! (Unless there's a little something something in these Ice Breakers Sours that Hershey® hasn't mentioned. (There I go promoting flippin Hershey again. They've got me, it's too late. Save yourselves!! (Wait... How do I expect myself to convince people I'm not on drugs when I refer to someone as Elmo?? (HAHA! (Yeah me for making the longest string of parenthesized sentences EVER. (Score! (Nice! I totally thought I was making up the word parenthesized, but I'm not.)))))))))))

It's so freaky! It's like it's not even you looking back through that mirror... It's like the mirror isn't even there.



If there was a soundtrack to this post "Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts VI-IX)" would just be ending...







*Three Days Later*
"Why is there crushed Nutmeg and honey wheat thins all over my kitchen floor??"