Sun, Jun. 1st, 2008, 01:41 am
I may not be the best singer, but I can definitely point out really, truly awful singers deserving of mockery. Anyone interested in also pointing out those in need of mockery should go to Nico's on a Saturday night for karaoke.
Truly entertaining times.
The Orphanage, a Spanish horror movie. In addition to being pretty intense, it's also pretty touching.
In other news, delegating work to coworkers never ends well, and lately has ended with me explain for a third time how to correctly do something.
Mon, May. 7th, 2007, 12:42 pm
50 Cent's 52-room mansion for sale
FARMINGTON, Connecticut (AP) -- The 52-room mansion that rapper 50 Cent has called home for more than three years, an estate once owned by boxer Mike Tyson, is up for sale.
The rap artist (real name: Curtis James Jackson III) bought the 48,000-plus-square-foot house in September 2003 for $4.1 million.
Since buying the mansion, 50 Cent has reportedly spent up to $6 million renovating the house, including adding a helicopter pad.
Curt Clemens, owner of Century 21 Clemens & Sons in Hartford, told the Hartford Courant Wednesday that he toured the house a few months ago after being contacted by representatives of the rapper who said he wanted to sell the property.
Clemens, who was the listing agent on the house when it was owned by Tyson, said that he was notified a few weeks ago that another real estate agent would be handling the sale.
"I was surprised it hadn't come on the market because we were expecting it," Clemens said. "He's put a lot into it, and it's all very tasteful, except the stripper poles."
The jukebox at Dee's now offers the Mountain Goats. Granted, its just one album, and not even a very recent album, but it's there none-the-less. And that's more than I can say for any other jukebox I've visited in the last couple of years.
Sun, Mar. 4th, 2007, 09:59 am
Tue, Feb. 27th, 2007, 06:10 pm
As I have learned from Mallrats, there are malls and there are DIRTmalls. I learned this weekend that there are airports and there are DIRTairports. Apparently, with the exception of Pittsburgh International, Southwest only flies to the dirt-airports. I guess that's how they keep things so cheap, because they aren't saving anything on the delicious little plane-crackers they serve during the flights along with the peanuts (that I don't eat).
Houston appeared to me like a really big suburb of itself, if such a thing is possible. It's a driving around city instead of a walking around one. To give you an idea: to cross the street to get to the Taco Cabana (on the other side), one would have to exit the highway to the bigger highway, loop around somehow at 80 mph and take the opposite exit. The highway is a 4 lane one-way deal and the bigger highway is so terrifying when Tree is behind the wheel that I couldn't tell you exactly how many lanes there were.
So, in addition to having to be some kind of crazy race-car driver, here are some other reasons I could NOT live in Houston:
1. Summers there reach temperatures rivaling the average daily temperature in Hell;
2. Bugs grow to approximately the size of Rufus with none of his redeeming qualities;
3. Cowboy boots are not as dirt cheap as I had expected them to be; and
4. There is not a really solid public transportation system.
But, there is one really nice plus to Houston: it is February and 70 degrees. If Houston could be a bug-free, February-only, walking-around city, I could live there.
Thu, Feb. 22nd, 2007, 07:36 pm
Vacation. I think I deserve it, which is why Will and I are travelling to Texas to visit his best friend Tree. Our flight leaves at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning and by this time tomorrow, I will be in 70 degree Houston and probably drunk. In fact, that's what our entire extended weekend in Houston will be: drinking at a neighbourhood bar in someone else's neighbourhood.
I suppose this means that I don't exactly have to be on good behaviour, though I should probably not start any fights because I will be there with two boys who are more interested in each other than me...
I will be getting some new cowboy boots. Official ones. I think I want them to be green. Bright apple green.
Fri, Jan. 26th, 2007, 07:20 pm
Today, I got paid for going tubing at Seven Springs. It was part of "Staff Development," though I'm not sure what we were developing. Probably our racing skills, since that's pretty much all the entire lot of us did on the slopes. And then went to the bar.
The bar and I are working on repairing our friendship after I decided to quit smoking. It's been pretty hellish to get through even one drink without wanting to scream in frustration and rob convenience stores for their cigarettes or attack various bar patrons for their smokey goodness. Today, I was able to get through a whole beer without an assault charge slapped to me. I'm also currently drinking a rum and coke, which is tasting better than the whiskey and coke (which persists in tasting not right since the lack of ashtray in my mouth).
I'm hoping that by the time the weather warms up (mid-June) enough to go outside without a hajillion layers of clothing, I will be cured and able to go to the bar without going crazy.
Tue, Jan. 2nd, 2007, 09:15 pm
I don't pretend to understand how these things work, I am just amused at how they do:
I have to fire someone. I didn't think that I would be in the position to fire anyone, ever, but apparently, it's one of the hidden responsibilities that I never signed up for when I got hired.
There is a tutor that just isn't working out. In addition to being annoying as all get out, she's whiny and the kids she's tutoring just aren't getting anything out of her time with them. So, I have to fire her. I have to call her before Christmas and tell her that we won't be needing her ever again. For anything. Ever.
I have no balls for firing people. Especially right before Christmas. Even if I really hate the person (and, lord do I ever). Even if I cringe visibly whenever I hear her whiny, needy, pathetic voice.
But, I guess I have to do it. I think Wednesday is a good day for firing someone. Or as good as it's going to get. If I don't do it tomorrow, I doubt I'm ever going to do it.