Archive for June, 2004
Becky Gelke (and other Sein stuff)
That’s kinda cute.
Cab Used On Seinfeld In Celebrity Auction
In other news, The Good Samaritan was on the other night. The more I watch some of those early season eps, the more I like them.
G: “I love when they touch your arm. I can’t get enough of that. Why is that?”
J: “Let’s not even analyze it.”
K: “Good for you! What kind of a sick lowlife would do a thing like that? You know those people, you know, they’re mentally disturbed. They should be sent to Australia.”
J: “Australia?”
K: “Yeah, that’s where England used to send their convicts.”
J: “But not anymore.”
K: “No.” ROFL
And in regards to Becky Gelke, about three or four years ago, we were going to hang out in Nashville and met up with a friend of Shane’s, named Becky. She was quite attractive, however, we never knew or couldn’t remember her last name, so to this day, whenever the subject comes up, we still refer to her as Becky Gelke :-)
“There is no place safe and no safe place to put my head. And you can feel the world shake from the words that are said…”
Becky Gelke (and other Sein stuff)
That’s kinda cute.
Cab Used On Seinfeld In Celebrity Auction
In other news, The Good Samaritan was on the other night. The more I watch some of those early season eps, the more I like them.
G: “I love when they touch your arm. I can’t get enough of that. Why is that?”
J: “Let’s not even analyze it.”
K: “Good for you! What kind of a sick lowlife would do a thing like that? You know those people, you know, they’re mentally disturbed. They should be sent to Australia.”
J: “Australia?”
K: “Yeah, that’s where England used to send their convicts.”
J: “But not anymore.”
K: “No.” ROFL
And in regards to Becky Gelke, about three or four years ago, we were going to hang out in Nashville and met up with a friend of Shane’s, named Becky. She was quite attractive, however, we never knew or couldn’t remember her last name, so to this day, whenever the subject comes up, we still refer to her as Becky Gelke :-)
“There is no place safe and no safe place to put my head. And you can feel the world shake from the words that are said…”
Long Drives
Today’s bloglet brought to you by Titleist…
Wow, Maria Sharapova is on again this afternoon. This must be my lucky day. (It’s my first one.) And now they’re interviewing her in the studio. Wow. She’s in the semifinals. Way to go, baby ;-)
In the past week, I’ve been on a couple of road trips. There is something about long drives, the open road, that I love. There is a feeling of freedom, maybe a short escape from reality, when you’re on the road, far from home. And almost without fail on a long trip, some good and interesting conversation will develop, much like the conversation we had on the way back from NYC to Richmond last summer. (Which must forever remain secret, in the event that any of the six of us should ever decide to run for political office.)
Last Tuesday, we had a nice drive back from the beach, taking a two-lane road for a little over three hours until we got into Montgomery and got on the interstate. It is really neat to pass thru small towns and realize that life is going on all over this world. Many times, they are towns that you will never pass thru again. And there are thousands of towns just like those in many ways, yet all a little bit different. We passed thru one town that had a huge billboard and said “Welcome to ________, home of Robert Horry.” And there was a big sign with a picture of him. lol Robert Horry played basketball at the University of Alabama, and later in the NBA for the Houston Rockets, LA Lakers, and San Antonio Spurs.
Then Saturday, we were on I-40 much of the day. We passed beneath this high arching bridge that looked like something you’d run into on the game Halo. The conversation between the three longtime friends eventually turned to ex-girlfriends. (I think Shane started that.)
Conversation is always good on long trips, though. There’s really not a lot to do, so you basically have to talk. Sometimes the drive itself is almost as enjoyable as the destination to me. There is something unique about stopping at little convenience stores along the way. Those are pure life moments to me. I enjoy going on a long trip with a girl. I think it’s a bonding experience. Like I said, you basically have to talk. And it’s just the two of you, usually far from home, often in strange territory. I just really enjoy road trips. So the next time you’re on the road and can’t find a Wi-Fi hot spot to check my blog, enjoy some real in-person conversation for a change.
“And there’ll be no rest for these tired eyes. I’m markin’ it down to learnin’. I am…”
Long Drives
Today’s bloglet brought to you by Titleist…
Wow, Maria Sharapova is on again this afternoon. This must be my lucky day. (It’s my first one.) And now they’re interviewing her in the studio. Wow. She’s in the semifinals. Way to go, baby ;-)
In the past week, I’ve been on a couple of road trips. There is something about long drives, the open road, that I love. There is a feeling of freedom, maybe a short escape from reality, when you’re on the road, far from home. And almost without fail on a long trip, some good and interesting conversation will develop, much like the conversation we had on the way back from NYC to Richmond last summer. (Which must forever remain secret, in the event that any of the six of us should ever decide to run for political office.)
Last Tuesday, we had a nice drive back from the beach, taking a two-lane road for a little over three hours until we got into Montgomery and got on the interstate. It is really neat to pass thru small towns and realize that life is going on all over this world. Many times, they are towns that you will never pass thru again. And there are thousands of towns just like those in many ways, yet all a little bit different. We passed thru one town that had a huge billboard and said “Welcome to ________, home of Robert Horry.” And there was a big sign with a picture of him. lol Robert Horry played basketball at the University of Alabama, and later in the NBA for the Houston Rockets, LA Lakers, and San Antonio Spurs.
Then Saturday, we were on I-40 much of the day. We passed beneath this high arching bridge that looked like something you’d run into on the game Halo. The conversation between the three longtime friends eventually turned to ex-girlfriends. (I think Shane started that.)
Conversation is always good on long trips, though. There’s really not a lot to do, so you basically have to talk. Sometimes the drive itself is almost as enjoyable as the destination to me. There is something unique about stopping at little convenience stores along the way. Those are pure life moments to me. I enjoy going on a long trip with a girl. I think it’s a bonding experience. Like I said, you basically have to talk. And it’s just the two of you, usually far from home, often in strange territory. I just really enjoy road trips. So the next time you’re on the road and can’t find a Wi-Fi hot spot to check my blog, enjoy some real in-person conversation for a change.
“And there’ll be no rest for these tired eyes. I’m markin’ it down to learnin’. I am…”
Mister Rogers and Bachelorhood in the 21st Century
OK, you guys are going to have to get lives. I can’t keep logging on here everyday, entertaining you people with sundry ramblings and constant overanalyzation of every miniscule detail of my day-to-day life…. or, maybe I can. Yeah, I think I can. I don’t see why not. I’ve got time ;-)
Nothing big going on lately (or ever). Just days passing as I continue to live in this bachelor’s paradise. Had KFC for dinner Sunday night. Wow, that is some… food right there. I think. I love their lemon parfaits for dessert though. Monday was slow at work. It was really nice to be able to relax for part of the day. Bunny called me at work. All is well in VA. I played many games of hearts to try and pass the time yesterday. I was tempted to take a couple of hours of sick time and leave early, but I didn’t. Got home and watched Mister Rogers and Zoom on PBS. There is something very soothing about Mister Rogers, Mister McFeeley, Lady Aberlin, Handyman Negri. Not that I watch it very often. Then I watched a bit of Maria Sharapova at Wimbledon. (Click on it. Thank me later.) I think she has become my favorite player now, along with Jennifer, since Anna and Hingis aren’t really playing anymore.
I dozed off on the couch for a bit, then got up and went for a run, since it finally stopped raining late yesterday. It seriously has rained I think every single day for about two weeks here, I believe. After that, Kim and I went to Los Charros for dinner. It was good. Very filling. Was online later and Kristina from Applebees IM’d me, which is the first time she’d ever done that. I told her where I’d eaten and she was like, “I know the owner there.” Not surprisingly. That was a little odd. You know, you have to keep your worlds separate. I have relationship Bone, independent Bone, and internet Bone. Independent Bone is the one who goes to Applebees. If independent Bone infiltrates the internet world, then Bone, as you know him, ceases to exist. A Bone divided against itself cannot stand. The night ended on a good note, as Kirsten Dunst was on Letterman.
“I can’t light, no more of your darkness. All my pictures, seem to fade to black and white. I’m growing tired, and time stands still before me. Frozen here, on the ladder of my life…”
Mister Rogers and Bachelorhood in the 21st Century
OK, you guys are going to have to get lives. I can’t keep logging on here everyday, entertaining you people with sundry ramblings and constant overanalyzation of every miniscule detail of my day-to-day life…. or, maybe I can. Yeah, I think I can. I don’t see why not. I’ve got time ;-)
Nothing big going on lately (or ever). Just days passing as I continue to live in this bachelor’s paradise. Had KFC for dinner Sunday night. Wow, that is some… food right there. I think. I love their lemon parfaits for dessert though. Monday was slow at work. It was really nice to be able to relax for part of the day. Bunny called me at work. All is well in VA. I played many games of hearts to try and pass the time yesterday. I was tempted to take a couple of hours of sick time and leave early, but I didn’t. Got home and watched Mister Rogers and Zoom on PBS. There is something very soothing about Mister Rogers, Mister McFeeley, Lady Aberlin, Handyman Negri. Not that I watch it very often. Then I watched a bit of Maria Sharapova at Wimbledon. (Click on it. Thank me later.) I think she has become my favorite player now, along with Jennifer, since Anna and Hingis aren’t really playing anymore.
I dozed off on the couch for a bit, then got up and went for a run, since it finally stopped raining late yesterday. It seriously has rained I think every single day for about two weeks here, I believe. After that, Kim and I went to Los Charros for dinner. It was good. Very filling. Was online later and Kristina from Applebees IM’d me, which is the first time she’d ever done that. I told her where I’d eaten and she was like, “I know the owner there.” Not surprisingly. That was a little odd. You know, you have to keep your worlds separate. I have relationship Bone, independent Bone, and internet Bone. Independent Bone is the one who goes to Applebees. If independent Bone infiltrates the internet world, then Bone, as you know him, ceases to exist. A Bone divided against itself cannot stand. The night ended on a good note, as Kirsten Dunst was on Letterman.
“I can’t light, no more of your darkness. All my pictures, seem to fade to black and white. I’m growing tired, and time stands still before me. Frozen here, on the ladder of my life…”
800 miles in 18 hours
Well, yesterday was a long day, to say the least. Left out around 9:50 for K’s. Then we headed up to Nashville. On the way up, we were listening to Kim Komando . This lady calls in and is like, “I just got a new computer and I keep hearing this guhlunk over and over when I’m using it.” Turns out it was her buddy listand the sound it makes when people signed off. lol Wow, it’s amazing how little some people know about computers. Kim was also talking about watching The Wiggles, and how Jeff has narcolepsy or something. WOOOO!! I love that show.
Had lunch at Famous Dave’s. (Nope, still not tired of it.) They have some great lunch specials. Shot pool for about an hour at Buffalo Billiards. While we were there, there was a Harley Davidson rally that rode by. Lasted about 15 minutes. Naturally, they were trying to be as loud as possible, and we were at one of the front tables by the street, with the big front windows open. It was nice. That led to this question, “Do you ever notice how people with Harleys never have a job?” They’re like, “Oh, a rally in Seattle next Thursday? I’m there.”
Anyway, after that we headed to Shane’s to pick him up for the trip to Memphis. Were planning to leave his house around 3:00. Oddly (or completely as expected), he wasn’t ready. So we didn’t get gone until around 4:30. Got to the arena around 8:15 or so, and by the time we got inside, it was halftime. The arena was nice, but kinda small. It was actually in South Haven, MS, just south of Memphis. The crowd was sparse. The Vipers lost 54-48, I think, but it was a close game. I got stationed on the end of the arena where the Explorer cheerleaders were. You can imagine how distracting that was as I was trying to watch the game. But I decided to be a trooper and tough it out. You know, take one for the team.
After the game, Shane and I were walking to meet up with Kyle and he was standing there talking to some brunette chick in a football jersey who had her back to us. I was like, what the crap? Leave this guy alone for five minutes and he’s talking to some chick, or… whatever. Anyway, we got up to them and guess who it was? It was Kelly, who used to work at Applebees. Of course, the entire time we were talking to her I was thinking she looked familiar, but it didn’t hit me who she was until we had separated. lol She was there with the booster club and was trying to get us to come to Tunica, where they were spending the night. But it was too late. It was 9:30 and we were already looking at not getting home until 3:30 or 4:00. Kyle also pointed out that I don’t even really gamble, so it seemed pointless. Shane was really wanting to go though. We gave K a hard time about it just for fun, leading to some interesting analogies.
“But we’re so close. It’s like going to Foley, and not going on down to the beach.”
“It’s like going to East Rutherford, and then not going over into New York City.”
“It’s like being in a porno and not having sex. That’s what it’s like.”
I talked K into going by McD’s, so I could get me one of those cool adult happy meals with a free pedometer. When we got to the window, he asked the chick if they had any pedometers and she said they had run out. So he said thanks and we went to Arby’s. What is this, the great pedometer shortage of 2004? Good grief. I guess I’ll have to go to Wal-Mart and contribute some more money to the Sam Walton estate. Anyway, we got back to Nashville around 2:15, and I got home about 4:15. Nice. I took about a two-hour nap this afternoon after church to try and catch up a bit.
One other funny:
“Why don’t you just use a drawing program and draw it?”
“Well all I really have is Paint…. 1.0…. beta.”
“I tell you one thing. If you would leave, it’d be a crying shame. In every breath and every word, I hear your name, calling me out…”
800 miles in 18 hours
Well, yesterday was a long day, to say the least. Left out around 9:50 for K’s. Then we headed up to Nashville. On the way up, we were listening to Kim Komando . This lady calls in and is like, “I just got a new computer and I keep hearing this guhlunk over and over when I’m using it.” Turns out it was her buddy listand the sound it makes when people signed off. lol Wow, it’s amazing how little some people know about computers. Kim was also talking about watching The Wiggles, and how Jeff has narcolepsy or something. WOOOO!! I love that show.
Had lunch at Famous Dave’s. (Nope, still not tired of it.) They have some great lunch specials. Shot pool for about an hour at Buffalo Billiards. While we were there, there was a Harley Davidson rally that rode by. Lasted about 15 minutes. Naturally, they were trying to be as loud as possible, and we were at one of the front tables by the street, with the big front windows open. It was nice. That led to this question, “Do you ever notice how people with Harleys never have a job?” They’re like, “Oh, a rally in Seattle next Thursday? I’m there.”
Anyway, after that we headed to Shane’s to pick him up for the trip to Memphis. Were planning to leave his house around 3:00. Oddly (or completely as expected), he wasn’t ready. So we didn’t get gone until around 4:30. Got to the arena around 8:15 or so, and by the time we got inside, it was halftime. The arena was nice, but kinda small. It was actually in South Haven, MS, just south of Memphis. The crowd was sparse. The Vipers lost 54-48, I think, but it was a close game. I got stationed on the end of the arena where the Explorer cheerleaders were. You can imagine how distracting that was as I was trying to watch the game. But I decided to be a trooper and tough it out. You know, take one for the team.
After the game, Shane and I were walking to meet up with Kyle and he was standing there talking to some brunette chick in a football jersey who had her back to us. I was like, what the crap? Leave this guy alone for five minutes and he’s talking to some chick, or… whatever. Anyway, we got up to them and guess who it was? It was Kelly, who used to work at Applebees. Of course, the entire time we were talking to her I was thinking she looked familiar, but it didn’t hit me who she was until we had separated. lol She was there with the booster club and was trying to get us to come to Tunica, where they were spending the night. But it was too late. It was 9:30 and we were already looking at not getting home until 3:30 or 4:00. Kyle also pointed out that I don’t even really gamble, so it seemed pointless. Shane was really wanting to go though. We gave K a hard time about it just for fun, leading to some interesting analogies.
“But we’re so close. It’s like going to Foley, and not going on down to the beach.”
“It’s like going to East Rutherford, and then not going over into New York City.”
“It’s like being in a porno and not having sex. That’s what it’s like.”
I talked K into going by McD’s, so I could get me one of those cool adult happy meals with a free pedometer. When we got to the window, he asked the chick if they had any pedometers and she said they had run out. So he said thanks and we went to Arby’s. What is this, the great pedometer shortage of 2004? Good grief. I guess I’ll have to go to Wal-Mart and contribute some more money to the Sam Walton estate. Anyway, we got back to Nashville around 2:15, and I got home about 4:15. Nice. I took about a two-hour nap this afternoon after church to try and catch up a bit.
One other funny:
“Why don’t you just use a drawing program and draw it?”
“Well all I really have is Paint…. 1.0…. beta.”
“I tell you one thing. If you would leave, it’d be a crying shame. In every breath and every word, I hear your name, calling me out…”
Six Months To Live
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. As I posted a few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine was given a time period of basically six months to two years with cancer. So, WHAT IF I had six months? How do you take that kind of news? What would I do? What would you do? I know some people talk about taking some great trip or something, but I think I would be more concerned with the so-called little things, spending time with family, with friends, with my dog, making sure my life is right with God.
What about a day? What if you knew that tomorrow was the day? Or a week? Or a month? Or a year? Or even ten years? Truth is, everyone of us only has a limited amount of time here anyway. Life is very short, no matter how long it lasts. So often I live as if I am going to be alive forever, like I have a countless number of days. Maybe if I changed my attitude, I would cherish each day and value time as the very precious thing it is. But too often, I waste it, like there is a big room somewhere with an endless supply that will never run out. How foolish that is. So often I put off more important things, just assuming that I will have time to take care of them and set everything right at some point in the future.
If I lived like I only had six months to live, I have no doubt that I would be a better person. I am sure that I would be easier to get along with, not quick to argue, and a lot quicker to just let little petty things go. I would be more forgiving, a better listener, a better friend. What’s really important would be all that really mattered, and it would be reflected in how I lived. I would not pass up an opportunity to spend time with a friend because I was too busy. What I did would not be nearly as important as who I did it with. I would be more giving, less selfish. I would spend a lot more time with my parents. I would let go of any bitterness, any grudge. I would cherish each day, each sunrise, each hour, each precious minute, each sweet breath. But then I think, shouldn’t I be living like that anyway? Wouldn’t I be a lot better off? Wouldn’t we all?
“He said, someday I hope you get the chance, to live like you were dying. Like tomorrow was a gift, and you’ve got eternity to think about what you do with it. What did you do with it? What did I do with it? What will I do with it?”
Six Months To Live
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. As I posted a few weeks ago, a dear friend of mine was given a time period of basically six months to two years with cancer. So, WHAT IF I had six months? How do you take that kind of news? What would I do? What would you do? I know some people talk about taking some great trip or something, but I think I would be more concerned with the so-called little things, spending time with family, with friends, with my dog, making sure my life is right with God.
What about a day? What if you knew that tomorrow was the day? Or a week? Or a month? Or a year? Or even ten years? Truth is, everyone of us only has a limited amount of time here anyway. Life is very short, no matter how long it lasts. So often I live as if I am going to be alive forever, like I have a countless number of days. Maybe if I changed my attitude, I would cherish each day and value time as the very precious thing it is. But too often, I waste it, like there is a big room somewhere with an endless supply that will never run out. How foolish that is. So often I put off more important things, just assuming that I will have time to take care of them and set everything right at some point in the future.
If I lived like I only had six months to live, I have no doubt that I would be a better person. I am sure that I would be easier to get along with, not quick to argue, and a lot quicker to just let little petty things go. I would be more forgiving, a better listener, a better friend. What’s really important would be all that really mattered, and it would be reflected in how I lived. I would not pass up an opportunity to spend time with a friend because I was too busy. What I did would not be nearly as important as who I did it with. I would be more giving, less selfish. I would spend a lot more time with my parents. I would let go of any bitterness, any grudge. I would cherish each day, each sunrise, each hour, each precious minute, each sweet breath. But then I think, shouldn’t I be living like that anyway? Wouldn’t I be a lot better off? Wouldn’t we all?
“He said, someday I hope you get the chance, to live like you were dying. Like tomorrow was a gift, and you’ve got eternity to think about what you do with it. What did you do with it? What did I do with it? What will I do with it?”
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