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Just before I smashed out of the beer pong tourney last week this picture was taken of me and the undefeatable Chriss Lee. That dude is one good egg, and this picture is sweet because it somehow makes me look good. It has what myspace users call The Angles. I use The Angles to make myself look better in pictures. From now on all pictures of me will only taken from this angle… rather than this one. Holy shit. NARCISSISM, YOU ROCK THANKYOUCLEVELANDGOODNIGHT!

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Pick me up at the airport at 9:20pm on Friday night. I’ll be there with bells on.

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So, Bill Simmons takes a trip to Wisconsin to watch Brewers’ and Packers’ games and then writes a seventy page screed detailing how everyone in Wisconsin is wicked fat. I’m unsure how I feel about that, but you can make your own decisions.

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I logged into my BetOnBet account today and found out that they switched off the PokerRoom network and onto one that sucks shit. When did that happen? Scientist, have you played on the new network? There were barely any games running.

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Lucha Lounging
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Pictures from BG and wwhazz have been added to my Flickr stream so’s I could post them to whazzmaster. Here’s one of the many gems from SummerSlam 2006: Lucha’s Revenge! BTW– Rey-Rey lost to Chavo. Sad Face.

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For the first time in my young adult life I left the warm embrace of the United States of America. I left it to go to Tijuana, and for what? Luch libre wrestling masks. Some may ask about the wisdom of the trade, but not those who long ago turned for tequila at mere pennies on the dollar. You, my friends, you turned for far less than 30 pieces of silver. You did it for a glimpse at what Alejandro told you was “the best pussy in tee-jay.” It was fun enough, until I realized I had been trapped by “dos para uno” and it was growing dark. I then strolled back across the border with a bag of 14 lucha masks and an upset tummy. What was I greeted with on the train ride? A retarded man threw a Mounds bar at me and then expected me to give him $1 in return. First of all, I fucking hate Mounds bars. Need I remind you: Almond Joy has nuts, Mounds DON’T. Instead, Mounds have coconut out the ass. Gross.

It was good to see Steven E. again. Aw shucks, when isn’t it good to see that kid. On Saturday night we had a rousing game of Lucha Poker until I passed out on the table, snoring blissfully away on clouds made out of tequila and the best pussy in tijuana. Somewhere in there I must have smoked my cigar cuz I woke up in the morning tasting like ungodly hell.

Sunday wwhazz, maddddddddddddddddd, and I had an adventure down at Ocean Beach (motto: Our Weed Dealers Have No Shame) where we looked in tide pools and tried to catch crabs, lobsters, and zebra mussels. Also, for the record I had a delicious (read: “bangin’”) breakfast burrito. We got home in time for SummerSlam and I’m not gonna lie to you whazzmaster: it blew goats. I hadn’t watched wrestling for a long, long time and now I’m perfectly fucking glad. Vince can join the Kiss My Ass club if he thinks he’s getting my money again any time soon. Ring of Honor, baby, Ring. Of. Honor. The good thing was that the shitty PPV was over at 8pm West Coast~! time so we dressed up in our Sunday Finest lucha masks and hit the pool. No, not the small pool, the big one. We weren’t allowed in the hot tub cuz the cool kids called us emo and told us to go sit in the non-hot tub pool. We told them we didn’t want their dumb hot tub anyways, then bellygirl tried to break my trachea. She almost succeeded if not for my “go limp and pretend to drown” strategy. Then she took my lucha mask off and whipped it into the darkness. Oh yeah, belly? Stacy sez you try that agin and she breaks your knee — FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK.

Sorry I couldn’t stay up too late, guys. Keep in mind that I was expected to return to San Jose and program computers all day, and I can’t do that with a massive hangover. Free sushi lunch was good, though. Tomorrow I should be back in command with some pep in my step. Lookin’ forward to the September trip home to Madison (boom! APARTMENT HUNTING COMMENCE!) and holyshitijustrealizedKVRsgonnabethere! Nice. Nice.

Thanks again for the great weekend you San Dog Krew. HOLLLARIT! HULLABIT? HOLLLARIT!

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I dropped lots of lots of revelations with few details in the last post so I want to clear things up.  I told my manager on Monday that I intend to move back to Wisconsin and while I would like to continue to work for Intuit, I was moving regardless.  He was generally accepting of the idea of me working remote from Wisconsin, but there aren’t any timelines or anything.  We have a few more weeks until we ship QuickBooks 2007 and I didn’t expect anything to happen before then. After that, however, I wanted to get my stuff moved back so I don’t end up driving cross-country in the snow.  I intend to move to Madison, and most likely I’ll be living downtown.

So why am I doing it?  Everyone at work certainly wants to know, and while I don’t think I necessarily owe Intuit an in-depth response I ‘ve worked it out for myself so I’ll share it here.

It’s been a rough year for me, whazzmaster.com.  After I resigned myself to the divorce I threw myself into 3 things: getting healthy, my job, and later on my relationship with Stacy.  The more time went by, however, the lonelier I grew.  I see GMC infrequently.  I never see Cal.  Judd and Amanda are justifiably busy these days.  None of these are indictments of those people, it’s just that as we get older peoples’ priorities change.  So now I’m burnt out on work, and I talk to my girlfriend on the phone several times a week but only see her once a month or less.  I miss seeing my family more than once or twice a year; I miss being able to go to family reunions or just be home for someone’s birthday.  And to be truthful I’m a little burnt out on California, which is a bit of a surprise to me.  I think I may end up here again before I croak, but for now I’d like an extended stay in the midwest.

So that’s about it; I don’t know any specifics but I’m almost certain I’ll be back in Madison by the holidays.  If I continue with Intuit I’ll still be making regular trips out to the Bay Area for meetings and such, and of course while I’m out here visiting I wanna kick it with the California Krew.  But that’s where I stand today: burned out on California and anxious to be back in the motherland.  Can I get a what-what?

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