Saw King Kong the other night, liked it. Liked it a lot. Related to the ape a bit. Can't lie. Can't fucking lie.
Working all day, working all night, working straight through tomorrow. No radio show. Disappointing.
DVD player on the desktop not working right (friggin' vertical trays). So as I'm doing payroll on the laptop I need to find something to watch, or listen to, or fuck...no, hey wait, forget that last part. Just watch...or listen to.
So I hit ITunes (Back Satan!) and download some comedy CD's at ten bucks a pop.
Mitch Hedberg. Funny man, funny fucking man. ( I play tennis, thing that's depressing about tennis is no matter how good I get I'll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once, they're fucking relentless.) Reminded me of when Nick and I didn't know who Mitch Hedberg was and we just called him the slow talking guy who was really fucking funny. (I'm out to dinner with a bunch of friends and someone offers to pay for the check I immediately reach for my wallet because inside's a note that says "Say Thanks.") We used to laugh at that motherfucker, laugh really hard.(I used to do drugs, I still do, but I used to too.) Funny man, funny fucking man. Too bad he's dead.
Dave Attell. Not as funny as Mitch Hedberg. But still a funny man, funny fucking man. (Even as we're sitting here, people are having sex with animals. And then we wonder why the animals attack us, I'll tell you why, because one man is fucking them and riling them. And it's up to me and a half indian to track 'em.) See not as funny as Mitch Hedberg, but still a funny man, funny fucking man.
Dane Cook. Remember that shitty movie he did with Dennis Rodman? No. No one else does either, and that's why this man has a career. Not because he's a funny man, funny fucking man. I mean he is funny, but not that funny. He was talking about how he was laying in bed watching tv and then he made a joke, but I didn't care because all I could think of was being home, in bed, watching tv. Usually when I dream about being in bed there's some sort of fantasy involving women I have no chance with, but now it was just about sleeping...so Dance Cook actually made me pretty fucking angry. Normally a funny man, funny fucking man. Tonight...not so much....bastard.
About Me
- King
- North Haledon, New Jersey, United States
- There isn't much about me worth knowing...unless of course you disagree?
Monday, January 23, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
What Was It Like Being Dead? I Don't Really Recall...I Don't Think I Fancied It Very Much Though.
"Never hold yourself up as an example to others,you can only be disappointed when they fail to measure up or when they exceed you with great ease." -Epistocles
Hey, where the hell have you been?
Oh wait...I was the one that was "gone". Nevermind then, I guess you're ok. I however have been dead...and loving it.
Oh it wasn't that I was busier than normal, or that I wasn't feeling at all myself. It wasn't that things were going wrong (or that things were going right even). It just was. It was time for a break.
So let's recap.
Christmas was balls, except we ended up playing a lot of XBOX 360 and that was fun. New Years was double balls and there is no exception to that. I recently turned 25. Antioch is well on its way although it's not going well and we have very little time to remedy that. Business is good but being part of the business is bad. I bought a new car and am looking to buy a house. I'm thoroughly bored. So where to start?
My mother didn't get me a birthday card. I told her not to get me a gift, and not to give me money because I would feel bad taking money I don't need that they really do. But at least get me a freaking card! My birthday was the same night as the Rose Bowl so at least I got to go out for the first time in awhile.
I went down to New Brunswick to see Gonzo's band play (Michelle came with which was fun and they wouldn't let House in which was just fucking funny) and remembered for a second both why I loved and hated New Brunswick nightlife.
I was sorting through the Lost & Found at work when I found a purse with the Playboy Bunny on it, what kind of parent lets their teenage daughter have a purse with the Playboy Bunny on it? Standard Op is to open any unclaimed bags and see if they have an address in them so that we can return them. This one didn't but it did have a digital camera. It was a nice camera so I checked it out. I turned it on...and was confronted by some strange pictures...of Frankie Muniz from Malcolm in The Middle opening his Christmas gifts...I can't even make this shit up.
I was sitting in a parking lot off the Henry Hudson when a car pulls in. A guy and a girl get out, walk over to the water, the guy kneels down, the girl gets all excited and starts to cry. They kiss. It was fun to see a guy propose and the girl say yes. They got in the car looking ridiculously happy and pull off. Fifteen minutes later another car with a guy in a girl pulls in. They get out. Walk to roughly the same place. The guys kneels down. The girl gets all excited and starts to cry. They kiss. I begin to laugh...very loudly and for a very long time.
Goldberg decides he wants to do a serious radio program. So we do, and we kick ass. Now we're pre-empted for Rutgers Basketball for the next month practically. It's called momentum folks thanks for killing it. Rutgers basketball (as much as I love them) will always suck. We were actually getting good.
My secretary was told very clearly not to write a letter saying a certain thing. She insisted. So I wrote the letter the way it was supposed to be. My letter disappears and while I'm out of the office she re-writes the letter saying exactly what it wasn't supposed to say and gives it to my father to sign knowing he won't read it. She tells him I said it was ok. I find out and go through the roof. I don't yell or scream, I don't fire her, I don't punish her. First she lies about it. Then she lies about me. And all I say to her is, "We went over this, and I'm really getting sick of this bullshit. We can't do certain things for a reason, so cut it out." She throws a fit and takes the rest of the day off sticking us with more work when we're already busy. She calls out the next day saying she's too upset to work. I don't fire her out of what little respect I have left for my father. But she's really starting to piss me off.
Ah not a whole hell of a lot has changed. I was dead for a bit and now I'm not. Now I'm just sort of eh. What are you going to do?
Thanks for reading, thanks for hanging around, drop me a line sometime.
"There's two types of people that should never fall in love, priests and prostitutes. Neither one would like very much what it does to their business." - T.O. Hob
Hey, where the hell have you been?
Oh wait...I was the one that was "gone". Nevermind then, I guess you're ok. I however have been dead...and loving it.
Oh it wasn't that I was busier than normal, or that I wasn't feeling at all myself. It wasn't that things were going wrong (or that things were going right even). It just was. It was time for a break.
So let's recap.
Christmas was balls, except we ended up playing a lot of XBOX 360 and that was fun. New Years was double balls and there is no exception to that. I recently turned 25. Antioch is well on its way although it's not going well and we have very little time to remedy that. Business is good but being part of the business is bad. I bought a new car and am looking to buy a house. I'm thoroughly bored. So where to start?
My mother didn't get me a birthday card. I told her not to get me a gift, and not to give me money because I would feel bad taking money I don't need that they really do. But at least get me a freaking card! My birthday was the same night as the Rose Bowl so at least I got to go out for the first time in awhile.
I went down to New Brunswick to see Gonzo's band play (Michelle came with which was fun and they wouldn't let House in which was just fucking funny) and remembered for a second both why I loved and hated New Brunswick nightlife.
I was sorting through the Lost & Found at work when I found a purse with the Playboy Bunny on it, what kind of parent lets their teenage daughter have a purse with the Playboy Bunny on it? Standard Op is to open any unclaimed bags and see if they have an address in them so that we can return them. This one didn't but it did have a digital camera. It was a nice camera so I checked it out. I turned it on...and was confronted by some strange pictures...of Frankie Muniz from Malcolm in The Middle opening his Christmas gifts...I can't even make this shit up.
I was sitting in a parking lot off the Henry Hudson when a car pulls in. A guy and a girl get out, walk over to the water, the guy kneels down, the girl gets all excited and starts to cry. They kiss. It was fun to see a guy propose and the girl say yes. They got in the car looking ridiculously happy and pull off. Fifteen minutes later another car with a guy in a girl pulls in. They get out. Walk to roughly the same place. The guys kneels down. The girl gets all excited and starts to cry. They kiss. I begin to laugh...very loudly and for a very long time.
Goldberg decides he wants to do a serious radio program. So we do, and we kick ass. Now we're pre-empted for Rutgers Basketball for the next month practically. It's called momentum folks thanks for killing it. Rutgers basketball (as much as I love them) will always suck. We were actually getting good.
My secretary was told very clearly not to write a letter saying a certain thing. She insisted. So I wrote the letter the way it was supposed to be. My letter disappears and while I'm out of the office she re-writes the letter saying exactly what it wasn't supposed to say and gives it to my father to sign knowing he won't read it. She tells him I said it was ok. I find out and go through the roof. I don't yell or scream, I don't fire her, I don't punish her. First she lies about it. Then she lies about me. And all I say to her is, "We went over this, and I'm really getting sick of this bullshit. We can't do certain things for a reason, so cut it out." She throws a fit and takes the rest of the day off sticking us with more work when we're already busy. She calls out the next day saying she's too upset to work. I don't fire her out of what little respect I have left for my father. But she's really starting to piss me off.
Ah not a whole hell of a lot has changed. I was dead for a bit and now I'm not. Now I'm just sort of eh. What are you going to do?
Thanks for reading, thanks for hanging around, drop me a line sometime.
"There's two types of people that should never fall in love, priests and prostitutes. Neither one would like very much what it does to their business." - T.O. Hob
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