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So, Jonas was asking my why my posts are always around 5 in the morning when sometimes I leave the bar as early as 1AM.
I think this is a little bit of an exaggeration because most of the time my posts are only that late on nights that I don’t have to work the next day, which means Saturday and Sunday posts usually end up being between 5 and 6AM. I made a special effort to do my post today as soon as I got home from the bar so that Jonas can get home from a long night of work and read what I have to say.
There is this guy at work who has started to park in the handicap zones at our building. He isn’t handicapped and he doesn’t have a handicap permit. For some reason this irks the shit out of me. Most of the spots are always empty so its not like he is making some handicap person park in the back forty but I find it sort of shitty.
How lazy do you have to be? At work they allow us to use the visitor parking spots when it’s outside of normal 9 to 5 business hours. So he could park in a none handicap spot 10 yards farther from the front door and but he would rather take a spot reserved for someone who can’t walk or at least has a sever limp.
I’m probably blowing this way out of proportion but I really think that only a real dick parks in the handicap zones if they don’t need one. That also goes for the people that have a handicap permit because they have a relative that needs the handicap spots. Even with the permit it pisses me off to see some completely healthy person hop out of there SUV and stroll into Wal-Mart.
I’m actually curious what you people think. Am I making way to big a deal out of this, right on the money or should I have kick out his kneecaps so he could now how it feels to be handicapped. This isn’t an either/or kind of thing and I have no intention of kicking out anyone’s kneecaps but let me know what you think.
This one is for you Jonas.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 2:58 AM
Apparently, the great deal I missed out on wasn't such a great deal. Compaq is telling those that ordered the laptos that they can't sell them for $152 but in order to try to make it up to them they are offering to sell them for $600 a piece instead. So I don't feel quite as bitter as I felt the other day. I may be able to get one for the $600 price. To let you know what I would be getting... it has a 1.2 Ghz processor, 20 GB hard drive and 256 MB of RAM. It also has several features like and S-video out and a DVD CD Rewritable combo on it. This will make it easy to watch my collection of Mr Show videos on the TV downstairs.
Easter is this Sunday and I'm going home to Tell City, IN. It's kind of weird. Tell City was the town I was born and raised in. I lived there until I was 21 basically except for when I was going to college. I spent most of my life there and I sort of feel like I don’t belong there anymore. It’s sort of a strange sensation, it’s like I’m going to a place that I’ve never been to before yet I know every street very well. Things change very slowly in Tell City.
When I go home, I usually pass by a series that are promoting a particular high school sports team going to a sectional sporting event of some sort. For example, the signs may go something like this:
Sign 1: Tell City
Sign 2: Marksmen
Sign 3: Beat
Sign 4: Perry Central
Sign 5: Good Luck
Sign 6: Go Big Red
Sign 7: We’re #1
You get the idea. Each sign is about 10 yards apart in a row. Did I mention Tell City is a small town. It’s not that there is anything wrong with supporting the local team but it’s just one example of how the priorities of people in a small town are different than in a bigger city.
On second thought I might be thinking about this in the wrong way. Because I know that there are a lot of people here in Louisville that are dedicated to either the Kentucky Wildcats or the Louisville Cardinals. In a bigger city you’re going to find a lot more people who don’t give a shit because even if there is only 10%, that’s 10% of around a million people. 10% of 8800 people make it a little harder to spot the apathetic folks.
I’m beginning to feel like I’m rambling…
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:37 AM
I missed out on a friggin' great deal the other day.
Charter the company I'm working for now has a deal with Compaq for an employee discount. Well their website has a section with a bunch of stuff we can buy. The other day they listed a laptop that should have been about $1200 for $152 and some change. I went to the page and it wasn't there anymore or so I thought. I had neglected to log into the page. It let me in but didn't show all of the available computers. I had to go to a meeting and didn't get a chance to investigate further until after they had actually taken it down. I know several guys who bought multiple laptops. So now I’m bitter because I missed a great opportunity to take advantage of Compaq’s mistake.
I probably would have bought four or five myself. If I kept one and sold the rest on eBay I could have made a couple of grand profit. I am so bitter.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:53 AM
The Sensual Woman
by The Herbaliser
To become aware of my own sensuality
I first become fully aware of my own tactile sense.
In dim light I close my eyes and remove my clothes.
Do I lose his respect for being so wild? Hardly.
He treats me like a rare and precious jewel,
and he goes through the day proud of the fact that with me
he is the worlds most imaginative lover.
Men pick amazing places for sexual adventures.
The wildest adventure proposed to me was in a bathtub
that was full of jello.
All I could think of was how many boxes it would take-
what would be the most alluring color?
The most delicious flavour?
And how would that affect our oral explorations?
If the jello gets firm
would I bounce?
As you look around for what's new and different,
remember these three important weapons that should be learned
to keep a man in love:
imagination, sensitivity to his moods and desires,
and the courage to experiment
with new sexual techniques,
enticing situations and places.
Lovemaking is physical and so is it's language.
Suck, cock, fuck and prick are not bad words.
When used in the bedroom by lovers to describe
parts of the body and physical activities
they are very proper indeed,
and they distinctly enhance sex.
Overhaul that prudish attitude.
Don't grizzle and stick up your nose-
at least not up in the air...
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:57 AM
An extra word of warning about the link of the day. It is definitely not safe for work. This site is devoted to She-Male-Hulks.
My brain can comprehend why someone may be attracted to She-Hulk. It's a large powerful women. I can understand that.
It’s not for me but I can understand why someone (who is most likely gay or confused) may be attracted to a she-male. They have boobs. (Yea! Boobies!) And some people like penis. I can understand it.
My brain cannot wrap itself around the idea that someone is attracted to She-Male-Hulks. I just don’t get it. Not at all, not even one little bit.
As I was driving home from work, I’m pretty sure I saw this guy building a real big boat in an open field. Oddly enough he also seemed to be running a zoo on the land because there was a shitload of animals on the land. All different kind of species. Very odd.
Seriously, it has been raining for almost a week and a half straight with one nice break of good weather. Plus this isn’t your normal rain. This is that cold Kentucky rain that you hear so much about. The worst part is when it gets in your shoes.
Good Night, good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:19 AM
A weird thing happened at the Mag last night. I missed the first part. Long story short on the part I missed... this guy comes into the bar with out his shirt on and of course Mario, the doorman, told him he would need to put his shirt on. He was carrying it with him and he said ok and went into the men's room. He came out with out his shirt and went straight to the back. Mario asked the guy to leave and the guy took a swing at him. Mario threw him out.
This is where I come in. I pulled up to the bar and didn't see anything amiss. As I was walking up to the door I could hear someone yelling down the street but I had no idea what it was about and I couldn’t see anyone. I went in and heard the even shorter version of the story. I was the doorman at the Mag for so long that it’s still habit for me to try to keep an eye on what’s going on. So Roy and I sat in the front booth and we talked and kept an eye out for the guy in case he came back. Which doesn’t happen often but it does happen.
As we were talking I looked out the window and saw this man walking with purpose but I could only see his head. When he walked out from behind a car and a bush I saw that he was carrying a 5 foot long wooden board. I quickly got Mario’s attention and we went to the door. Mario grabs the door to keep it shut and starts to point behind the guy.
Now you may wonder what Mario was pointing at. He was pointing at the cop that just happened to be parked at the traffic light in front of the bar. The cop was there the whole time the guy was crossing the street to get to the bar. The guy tried to yank the door open and then punched the door with his fist. The whole time Mario is holding the door and pointing to the cop who just pulled up right behind this guy. The guy who from this point on I will refer to as “the Idiot”, turned around, saw the cop, dropped the board and put his hands behind his head. He did it so quickly that it seemed that he had done it before.
The rest is sort of dull. They stood outside for a while and apparently the Idiot had fallen down at one point earlier and bit either his tongue or his lip and was bleeding. So the police called an ambulance and took the guy away.
That was my excitement for the day.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:21 AM
To start things off, Scott Davis the guy who shot some video for me during Mardi Gras at the Mag Bar, had almost completed the video about 3 weeks ago but he had a hard drive crash on him and not only lost that video but a bunch of stuff he was working on for himself. Of course he still has the original tapes but this has put a big delay on the Mardi Gras video for this year. I have been told that he is still planning on getting the video edited and get me a copy. He's just had a lot going on since his hard drive crash. I hope to have if fairly soon.
I went to Ear X-tacy and was able to get Tenacious D to sign my CD cover. The line was crazy. The line started at the front door of Ear X-tacy, went completely around the outer edge of the parking lot, to the sidewalk and down the sidewalk about a block. They were only able to sign stuff until 4PM because they had to be at a sound check at 5PM. I was told about 1000 people showed up and waited in line. They had to cutoff the line at a certain point and several hundred people were turned away. Matt and I got in and maybe another 20 people and that was the end. We waited about 2 hours and I got sunburn on my head.
Other than the sunburn I had a pretty good time. Matt and I were shooting the shit with a few people and I was entertained most of the entire wait.
Then I headed over to Roy's house to help him with his computer. He has need to reinstall Windows 98 for a very long time and it went relatively painlessly until we got to installing the NIC. We finally got that installed and then some errors kept coming up on the reboot. So I had to install Windows again over the one we just installed and that fixed the problem. The process was a bit longer than I would have predicted.
Full day...
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:36 AM
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