12.27.2003
Just got back from holidays with the in-laws in Boston. It was really fun. My wife went overboard and bought me a G4 Mac Laptop, it's still being shipped, but I cannot wait to get it into my oily mitts. What I got her sucks assloops in comparison: a wallet, some maternity clothes, heated backmassager, fancy socks, a Dylan DVD. She also got me a Gamecube game and some new clothes. She must be hooking on the side. I'll buy her a thousand dollar pair of Mahno Blahnik shoes for her birthday, that'll show her!
Work today was outrageous. I had to open fifteen minutes early for all of the Contintental Tire Bowl watchers. Made some cash off of the drunks, though.
Here's my annoying people of the day:
1. The lady who sat in the smoking section with an oxygen tank in one hand and a burning Marlboro Light in the other. No further comment. Just that maybe some people are too stupid to be allowed to go on living.
2. The grandma whose grandkid knocked down a fifty-dollar christmas decoration. The ceramic St. Nick was sitting on a ledge between two sections. The little shithead knocked the thing over into the other section, then grandma went over to the other side, gathered up all the pieces and then proceeded to *HIDE*them. Did she think I did not see her? If she hid it then it would go away? Les - who was the one who lent the ceramic doll to the restaurant foolhardedly in the first place (they belonged to his cuckolding ex-wife anyway) - said he would just glue it back together; he was just glad no one stole it.
New section of my blog: Book Reviews, Yea!
Here's the books I read this week:
1. The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature - Neal Pollack. 3 1/2 thumbs up! Gets kinda one-note jokey at times, but thought it was funny enough in places to read aloud to my wife (she groaned, I don't think she appreciates all the facets of my humor). Was kinda disturbed bythe fact that he wrote much in the way that I think. Of course, I am not the greatest living american writer.
2. Bringing Down the House - Eric Mezrich. Fun book I read in the Pittsburgh airport. MIT kids screwing it to Vegas. Everytime I read a book of this ilk (read The Eudaemonic Pie immedietely, assuming, of course, that you haven't already. Read it again, it's a great book; see also Fast Company and the Man with 100,000 Breasts) I believe that I can do what the protaganists do. I forget that I am not a math genius, and that there isno way I can count cards. Yet the fantasy is still harbored in my paltry mind. Last time I played blackjack in the Casino in Malbaie, Quebec, I won about sixty dollars, but it was Canadian money. A year and change after reading Word Freak I am still trying to become a Scrabble champion, but my literati rating only hovers above mediocre-good. In fact, last night some asshole forced me to forfeit, even though I was winning. The courteous thing to do, which he did not, would have been to extend the game if I take too long between turns, especially the first time. Second time, go ahead and boot the slowpoke.
Work today was outrageous. I had to open fifteen minutes early for all of the Contintental Tire Bowl watchers. Made some cash off of the drunks, though.
Here's my annoying people of the day:
1. The lady who sat in the smoking section with an oxygen tank in one hand and a burning Marlboro Light in the other. No further comment. Just that maybe some people are too stupid to be allowed to go on living.
2. The grandma whose grandkid knocked down a fifty-dollar christmas decoration. The ceramic St. Nick was sitting on a ledge between two sections. The little shithead knocked the thing over into the other section, then grandma went over to the other side, gathered up all the pieces and then proceeded to *HIDE*them. Did she think I did not see her? If she hid it then it would go away? Les - who was the one who lent the ceramic doll to the restaurant foolhardedly in the first place (they belonged to his cuckolding ex-wife anyway) - said he would just glue it back together; he was just glad no one stole it.
New section of my blog: Book Reviews, Yea!
Here's the books I read this week:
1. The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature - Neal Pollack. 3 1/2 thumbs up! Gets kinda one-note jokey at times, but thought it was funny enough in places to read aloud to my wife (she groaned, I don't think she appreciates all the facets of my humor). Was kinda disturbed bythe fact that he wrote much in the way that I think. Of course, I am not the greatest living american writer.
2. Bringing Down the House - Eric Mezrich. Fun book I read in the Pittsburgh airport. MIT kids screwing it to Vegas. Everytime I read a book of this ilk (read The Eudaemonic Pie immedietely, assuming, of course, that you haven't already. Read it again, it's a great book; see also Fast Company and the Man with 100,000 Breasts) I believe that I can do what the protaganists do. I forget that I am not a math genius, and that there isno way I can count cards. Yet the fantasy is still harbored in my paltry mind. Last time I played blackjack in the Casino in Malbaie, Quebec, I won about sixty dollars, but it was Canadian money. A year and change after reading Word Freak I am still trying to become a Scrabble champion, but my literati rating only hovers above mediocre-good. In fact, last night some asshole forced me to forfeit, even though I was winning. The courteous thing to do, which he did not, would have been to extend the game if I take too long between turns, especially the first time. Second time, go ahead and boot the slowpoke.
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