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Thursday, April 03, 2003

I stole the Bush picture from Yahoo and the other stuff is part of pic that's been bouncing around so long that I don't know who did it.

I've got to keep this short and sweet.

A group of us went to PT's last night, our nudie bar of choice. It was the first time I've actually had a good time there in a while. When I say "good time", I mean real good time because the nudie bar is always a good time. It was a slower night there but not completely dead. We had no trouble sitting where we wanted. No fighting for chairs. We go often enough that all of the waitresses and most of the strippers know us, so we get treated pretty well.

It was such a good time that Sammy described it as, "A ray of sunshine on a cold rainy day." Then I said, "It's like an ice cold glass of lemonade on a hot summer day, made with two big lemons that you just want to squeeze in your mouth."

Anyway, I do want to start what will be a regular feature for as long as the war lasts. I'm stealing the idea from Conan O'Brien.

At this point there are 49 countries in our coalition. I want to spotlight one of them. Today we look at, Palau.

Palau is a tiny island south east of the Philippines. It's slightly more than 2.5 times the size of Washington, DC.
Population: 19,409
Export commodities: shellfish, tuna, copra, garments
Agriculture - products: coconuts, copra, cassava (tapioca), sweet potatoes
Currency: The US dollar
Radio broadcast stations: AM 1, FM 4, shortwave 1 (2002)
Internet Service Providers (ISPs): 1 (2002)
Military - note: defense is the responsibility of the US; under a Compact of Free Association between Palau and the US, the US military is granted access to the islands for 50 years.

Thank you Palau! Thank you for your support.

All of that information comes from the CIA Factbook.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 3:41 AM

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

If you hadn't figured it out yet, yesterday's post was my little April Fool's Joke.

I'm not going to say that there haven't been days when I thought of this as a chore. Yet, in this whole time I’ve been doing this site, I have never considered stopping. Most of the time I really enjoy doing this. I enjoy the responses I get from people when I hit a nerve on a certain subject. There is a part of me that enjoys the attention I get, even though on some occasions I’ve complained about it. That’s just my own insecurities.

I really want to take a moment and thank all of the people who sent me these wonderful emails asking me to think about not quitting. And the emails of concern about me and the site. There were also many emails just trying to verify that this was my April Fool’s joke. I had a couple of very nice emails about the site and then another email following up close behind the first that basically said, “Damn. You got me. Happy April Fools.”

I even had one person suggest I set up some sort of subscription service. I’m flattered by the suggestion but judging by my past responses to donations I don’t think that would work.

Anyway, I’m here to stay. My domain name is paid for until September 2005.

This was my favorite April Fool Joke this year, The George Forman iGrill.
One of the web comics I go to regularly, faked his own death.
There was a site that put out a rumor that they were going to make a Grand Theft Auto: Sin City. Combining the great game with the fantastic Frank Miller comic book.

I had to do something this year for April 1st. Last year I had a lot of fun with my joke but I procrastinated too long to come up with something more creative for this year.

Again, I want to thank everyone for the encouraging emails and as usual...

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 3:42 AM

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

I've been thinking about this for a long time now. I'm tired of coming home every night and coming up with a post. Even when it's a shitty post it takes some time to do. On top of that it's harder and harder to find interesting sites to link to. At least sites that I haven't linked to before. I'll of course keep taking pictures. That's my favorite part of the whole thing. I'll just have to email the good ones to my friends instead of posting them. The rest has become too difficult and it's just not any fun anymore.

I want to thank everyone that has sent me links and given me encouragement in the past. I've had friends from around the country tell me how much they appreciated what I did and being able to see a small slice of Louisville, even if they live a 1000 miles away now. I've talked to people all over the world because of this page. Well, mostly English speaking countries but you get my point. The people I've met through this site made my trip to New York City an even more memorable event than if I went there without a guide.

I want to thank everyone who has come here and supported this site with kind words and in some cases a little money.

I want to give you all one more little "gift", so tomorrow's post will be my last post.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 9:41 PM

Monday, March 31, 2003

I should be in bed already. I should have already had this post done and been asleep. The problem is that I've been exchanging emails with someone recently about Bush and the war and I spend time trying to eloquently prove my point and provide source material to what I'm saying. When he makes a vague statement I take the time to find several sources that point that he is misinformed.

I'll write several paragraphs about an aspect of this whole war thing. Explaining, giving what I consider to be a well thought out opinion. I give links to stories that back up my positions.

The replies I get are basically just picking one small point and trying to discredit my source by saying something like, "And of course the New Yorker Magazine is who I get my military strategies from. Because they know exactly what is going on." Or some other absurd comment, "I do have to say that you will not get an unbiased opinion from the left leaning media of today. I think you would have to agree."

Off hand comments like these that have no basis in reality throw me into a fury and I am compelled to try to prove them wrong.

Prove... that's where the problem comes in. It's like these people belong to the Church of George W. Bush and no matter how the facts are stacked against them, many of them just won't hear what you have to say. Its like trying to tell someone that there is no God. They all say that you just have to have faith or that you just need to believe.

The Bushites don't use these terms but that's what their arguments tend to say. "I don't care what you say, I'm supporting our troops!" Like wanting our men and women home safe is some how not supporting them.

Time to go to bed angry again.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 3:39 AM

Saturday, March 29, 2003

Something funny happened at work today.

I was talking with this irate customer. I had spoke with him yesterday and told him that I had scheduled someone to come out at 2PM. Well for some reason no one ever showed up to fix his service. He called me a liar because I had said someone would be out and no one came. He then told me that if I was there he would punch me.

This guy has probably been one of the most unreasonable customers I've ever talked to. He's lied to me about who he's talked to. He tried to tell me that he spoke with my boss's boss and then wanted me to get her boss on the phone. I've only passed a couple of calls up to my boss. He tried to tell me that in the 4 months he had our service that it has only worked for 2 hours. If that is true, I would be upset also but if that was true I would have another service. I want to help people with these kinds of issues. I follow up on them and make sure they get taken care of even if sometimes it takes longer than it should.

Anyway, the whole experience with dealing with this customer had been negative. Until he threatened to punch me. I instantly smiled. I didn't laugh and I let the comment slide. I didn't make any reference to his comment because it was mixed in with a bunch of other things he had said and I didn't need to comment on that part of his tirade.

I did have a brief fantasy about the look on his face if he opened his door and I was standing there. I don't know what this guy looks like. I don't know if he knows how to fight. I do know that I am a large mammal. You can look through my pic archives if you want to see what I look like. I'm 6'3" tall, I weigh about 350, I have a shaved head and I'm covered with tattoos. People that know me and are my friends know me as a nice guy. People that I don't know me, usually think I am a scary guy. I've heard enough comments from friends, who were told, "You know that guy!?" "That's the meanest looking guy I've ever seen." I put these in quotes because that's what they are, quotes that were relayed to me by my friends.

I personally only know one guy that towers over me and makes me "look small". I mention this because the odds are that this man, who made an empty threat because he is several hundred miles away, would probably shit his pants if I knocked on his door and offered to let him take a swing at me.

It was that imagined look on this unknown face that took almost all of the stress out of that phone call for me. I'm actually glad he threatened me.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 4:30 AM

Friday, March 28, 2003

I'm going to recycle a story I haven't told for a couple of years. The story of the Naked Fart.

I went to visit a friend of mine in Evansville, IN. Ed was going to school there at the University of Sounthern Indiana. He lived in an apartment complex that was almost completely filled with students. He had a couple of roommates. One of them was named Marcus. Marcus on occasion would do this prank that he called the Naked Fart.

If you were sitting on the couch he would stand to the side of you just outside your field of vision and moon you. He would drop his pants, call your name and fart in your face. He thought it was incredibly funny. Anyway, we were all watching a football game and one of Ed's neighbors was over watching the game with us. Marcus decided he was going to do the naked fart on the neighbor. He stepped up beside the guy said his name dropped his sweats and farted...

Before I continue I need to give you a little background. Marcus had gone to a keg party the night before and had drank a large amount of beer. A VERY large amount of beer. As you may know, heavy drinking may have an effect your digestive system. So Marcus stepped up beside the guy dropped his sweats, said his name and farted. Farted isn't exactly the right word. What word am I looking for... hmmm... Sprayed. Yes "Sprayed" is the right word. Marcus sprayed the right side of the guy's face. Luckily he hadn't turned his head. Hehhehh... luckily.

Marcus realized what he had just did, he yanked up his pants and sprinted out of the apartment. The neighbor sat their for half a second in shock. He looked a bit like someone who had jumped into cold water. Cold shitty water. Then you could see this surge of anger come over his face. Well at least on the left side of his face. He sat there for a moment like he was going to explode. Then he sort of slumped a little. The only name I can put to it is resignation. With a look of defeat he got up, walked out of Ed's apartment and over to his own. We all busted out laughing the moment the door closed behind him.

I never found out what happened afterword because I left an hour or so later.

It was the most disgusting and yet funny things I've ever seen.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 2:48 AM

Thursday, March 27, 2003

This post is brought to you by Jackass: The Movie just out on DVD

I was under the misconception that I could watch just the opening scene and then scrurry up to my computer and try to come up with some mildly entertaining post. I then had to watch when Knoxville gets shot with the less than lethal bean bag and the scene where Dave England shits his pants and the panda suits in Japan and the paper cuts and the off road tattoo and I think you get my point.

It's now 4:15 and I still have to dig up a link of the day.

Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
Mr Quick 4:16 AM