Ha ha ha ha
Timmah, your Beat The Streak record is ridiculously shitty. I laugh at you thusly: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You better pick that shit up if you want to win Cal’s Mystery Prize.
Softball Game One
Went 1-4 with 2 RBI’s. Also completely botched a routine line drive to center field, effectively giving the other team 2 (maybe 3, I can’t remember) runs. In the end we won 10-9 though.
Season Stats
G: 1
AB: 4
R: 0
H: 1
BA: .250
RBI: 2
HR: 0
BB: 0
SO: 0
Team Record: 1-0
–whazz on
Beat The Streak
4/27/04 Scott Podsednik Brewers Reds change pick
4/28/04 Scott Podsednik Brewers Reds change pick
4/29/04 Barry Bonds Giants Marlins change pick
4/30/04 Geoff Jenkins Brewers Pirates change pick
5/1/04 Scott Podsednik Brewers Pirates change pick
5/2/04 Geoff Jenkins Brewers Pirates change pick
5/3/04 Vladimir Guerrero Angels Tigers change pick
5/4/04 Ben Grieve Brewers Reds
Wirkus, I like your strategy, but who do you pick when the Brewers aren’t playing? I picked Roid for the 29th.
Me, Erin, and GMX have purchased tickets for the FLOOR at San Jose Improv for Tuesday May 11th, 2004 at 10pm for Cedric the Entertainer. Anyone else who wants to come, just buy tickets matching those and we’ll sit together. They aren’t serving dinner that night; it said NO MENU for all seating, so we’ll just show up and drink. Call me with any questions.
Softball game tonight, The Season (season 2) begins.
–whazz on
Since Things Are Slow
I figured I’d drop a dime on you guys: BOOM. Of particular awesomeness is 4 minutes and 10 seconds in and 6 minutes and 48 seconds in. Anyone who is my age should fucking recognize that shit or they’re going to jail.
This slice of pie is provided by The Minibosses, a band that specializes in NES music. On their site you can download Ninja Gaiden, Mega Man 2, and Castlevania 2 & 3. I liked Mega Man the best, but Castlevania 3 and Ninja Gaiden were also goddamned awesome.
As I just told Anthony, the bass player is Magical, and I can only hope that upon the Rapture it will be He who decides who stays and who goes.
–whazz on
My Gawd!
A few months back a fire killed a dude that used to work at the Concourse Hotel. The fire also left two current employees homeless. All three were Tibetan and the Madison Tibetan Association picked up the entire funeral and housing expenses, taxing their already limited budget.
Enter Ewaz.
Er– actually Kristi Klemm. Kristi proposed that the Concourse send the proceeds from the yearly United Way auction to the MTA. The idea was green lighted and various items were collected: various restaurants and hotels (including the Hojo) donated gift certificates; various employees that can bake or make things donated that (Ed Nez donated one of his banks).
Now: Enter Ewaz.
Ewaz was a saint collecting gift certificates from Cafe Montamarte, Michelangelo’s and other former places that once employed him. And to top it off he donated one day of his time. Misquoting the placard on the auction board “Dining, dancing manual labor or accompaniment to a sporting event all fall within the parameters of this agreement.”
So, yeah. I already moved in and bid 50$. What shall I do with my Ewaz when I win him? Hard to say. If I say Ewaz, make me a fruit salad. Dude will make me a mother fucking fruit salad. If I say, Ewaz crash in to that bush? Dude better get crashing. If I say, Ewaz, dance! He best start.
Whazz on.
Where Were You Cal?
Cla, Cal, xla: however you say it, I am disappointed in you. You’re one of the few people left that I know that believes in the purity of baseball leftover from the days when the Yankees didn’t own 3/4 of the league. I had an empty seat next to me last night the whole time.
Oh well, so last night Rock Chalk, SDS, and myself went to see the Milwaukee Brewers contest the Giants of San Francisco in a game of bases’n'balls. It’s the only time this year that the Brewers will be playing in the Bay Area so I had really wanted to go check them out. We tried to cajole Cal into attending with us and our extra ticket but he refused to answer his phone. Anyways, the seats were bomb-ass: eleven rows behind home plate slightly to the left. We finally fought through the throngs of Bonds Dick-Sucking Retards to our seats at the start of the bottom of the 1st inning. I sit down, swing my eyes to the field, and what do I see but Marquis “Fucking” Grissom jacking a 2 run homer to left. sigh. Grissom went on to hit another home run later in the game as well. OOOOOh, so now he’s fucking motivated? After he was paid all that money to fucking sit around and do jack shit in Milwaukee?! That fucking motherfucker.
Sometimes The Worst Things In Life Are Free
NOTE: This post was specially-contributed by Grand Masta Caspa
And so it begins. Once again I am back with a story that no one will believe (with the exception of a few people who know the story of my life and my luck). So for those who did not know I just started a new job working with a company called MarketSource. The basic idea and objective behind my job is simple; I am the person who trains the Nokia reps who try to sell you phones at Best Buys and the such. Well as with any new employee I was to be trained as to how to do my job. To be trained properly I had to be flown down to the “Dirty South” aka “Hotlanta, GA.” For those who don’t live with me, I had mixed emotions about going. On one hand I was excited to be starting a new job and on the other I was bummed about having to spend 10-12 hours in a conference room, sitting classroom style, with 40 other new employees, learning the world of telecommunications over a span of 4 days.
This is fucked up right here son…
I don’t know quite what to say. I guess I could add that I found this picture on a kick-ass website: The Chronicles of Descado.
I think this is the Ur-Cat, the cat that all other cats have descended from. That fucker is big. Holy shit. Holy jesus H. christ on a gamma ray. I wonder if it eats people, midgets maybe?
Anyways, Go Brewers!