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Monday, May 16, 2005

My obsession with my page stats has me not wanting to write much lately. After all, it doesn't matter any more whether I write or not. I get the same hits for the same shit every day: my balls, my former employers, pictures of so-and-so, how to fix this, how to cook that. I guess I should just ignore it and type. I should probably expand that advice to other areas of my life too. Ignore it and type.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Dick Dale tonight at the Bluebird. G-Benefit$ told me not too long ago that he plays in Denver a lot. I had never noticed, but I picked up a Westword yesterday and saw he was playing tonight. It should be a good show after a day of skiing. Surf-music, ski-music, it's close enough.

Also bought tickets to see Wilco at Red Rocks in June. $50+ when you include the ticketmaster monopoly charges, but it might be worth it. They're playing with the Roots who I'm not real crazy about, but I think it is pretty easy to argue that Wilco is one of the better bands in the country right now, and Red Rocks is definitely one of the best places in the country to see a show, so I decided I could justify it.

Will I find a date, or will I sell my extra ticket?

Wednesday, May 04, 2005
One Five Seven Two Eight

1 5 7 2 8
1 5 7 2 8
1 5 7 2 8
1 5 7 2 8
1 5 7 2 8

I knew the first moment I heard the recording that I would never forget that number. The chanting. The incantation. Weird. Is this my message? Is my message the next one? When should I tune back in for my next message?

It's hard to explain briefly, but it will blow your mind. When you hear it, you'll be hooked. I only worry that if I actually get the CDs then I may start to remember all the numbers. That would be the straw for this camel.

Read G-Giggly's post here. Follow his links; follow their links. Read the reviews on Amazon above. The Conet Project.

The Beach

Vince is heading to the beach. I'm sure Stu is either on his way to or on his way back from a beach; he always seems to be. Frankly, it's got me thinking about the beach. Actually, I've been trying to rally support for a guy's trip to the beach come fall when my vacation days kick in. I'd like to take a week and drink hard at night and chill on the beach during the day.

Of course G-Diddly would want to do 2 miles at a 7 minute pace in the sand every morning. Oh well, he can treat his hangover as he will. I treat mine my own way.

I'll make a promise here to try and further entice folks to go. It's a promise that Stu only wishes I had made to him. I promise that if we go to the beach for a week I will not bring back any naked pictures

of me.

Sorry you had to see that, man.

Sunday, May 01, 2005
On a Roll

Today being the beginnning of May, marked the 8th consecutive month I have skied. 9 seems like a pretty good bet and 10 isn't out of the question. We need as much more snow as possible to keep the fires at bay. Since all of the revervists are over in Iraq, there's no one home to put out the fires in the west. Hopefully, it won't be an issue.

Brian is a very good skier. I saw him tear-up the freestyle mogul course. Impressive.

Now off for rotisserie lamb. I know I've told you all to go out and but a rotisserie just so you can have it for lamb alone, but as I haven't even done so yet, I can hardly blame you.

Last night's run to the liquor store allowed be to add a few more bottles to the bar: SoCo, Bacardi Vanila, sweet and dry vermouth, and a replacement bottle of Irish Mist. I can't recommend the Bacardi Vanila and gingerale strongly enough. I'm gonna go try one now with diet cola before I head out the door. I know it's going to be delicious.

But not as delicious as the lamb.