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I had a strange memory come up today.
When I was a kid I remember going to my grandparent’s house and they always had a box of wooden matches and an ashtray on the back of the toilet. Now the really odd thing was that they didn’t smoke.
The only reason I could figure they had these items were because they need some sort of air freshener after a good healthy dump.
It’s now 5AM and I am going to be up very late.
Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead is just getting started and it won’t be over until 7AM.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:05 AM
I love technology! I am Pinocchio! I have no strings!
I got my wireless access point today which means that I can take my laptop anywhere in the house and probably down the block but I haven’t tested it out yet.
So right now I’m sitting on my couch watching Desperado with hot ass Salma Hayek and it is so much better than sitting at my desk on a hard wooden chair. I just thought of something… I could run upstairs to the bathroom and take dump while I’m writing my post and you would never know.
On another subject, my webpage has been blocked where I work. Actually a whole lot of sites have been blocked at work. The started to use this application called Websense which blocks a lot of stuff. Any site that is classified as something other that say news or technical is pretty much off limits. My site is blocked because it was written off as “adult content”.
I doubt if I’m on a list somewhere but I’m sure the fact that I say “fuck”, “shit” and several other curse words on occasion has gotten my site on the pay no mind list.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 2:42 AM
95% of the people I know love Lucero.
I am posting the link because of these people. If I personally never hear one of there songs again it will be too soon. Supposedly, they are a good band but their CD was on the Mag Bar jukebox for a while and every night I would hear every slow ass depressing song on the album. I have heard from friends that only half of the album is that way but after four songs in a row I would want to slit my wrists.
They were played so often that it was driving away business because everyone was acting like they were at a funeral. It would remind me of the night that Mark played every Hank Williams Sr. song on the jukebox. Including the album called "Alone and Forsaken" which is a compilation of all if Hank's slow depressing songs.
I love Hank Williams but it was too much for most people and there were literally half as many people in the bar after the Hank Williams block ended.
In away I guess you can call this a good review of the band but I’m not going to buy their music.
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL BANDS!!! WOO HOO!
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:45 AM
I've started playing Medal of Honor: Frontline for the PS2.
It's pretty sweet but it's also hard as fuck. My biggest complaint is that it doesn't let you save where you want. You have to finish a certain section of the mission before you can save. This means on a particularly hard mission with a lot going on it makes it very frustrating to have to get past a lot of hard shit and then have to do it all over again because you got clipped right before the end of the mission.
Don’t give me that "but it’s more realistic if you can’t save very often." I’m fuckin’ sitting on a couch in my air conditioned house. Realism has nothing to do with it. The games hard and I CAN appreciate that but if I finally get through a tough part I don’t want to have to do it again and again. I want it to be difficult but not so difficult that it basically takes you out of the story and sets you back 15 minutes.
When it happens enough it completely wrecks the flow of a game.
I hate to mention this game again but Grand Theft Auto 3 had a flow that made it compelling even when you had to redo a mission. If it was too bad, you could do a different mission or just explore. GTA3 has set the bar really high for me and video games.
Also, I like Medal of Honor: Frontline but I really can’t get used to a first person shooter on a joystick. First person shooters were made for a keyboard and mouse.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:08 AM
Last week I think I mentioned that this woman I worked with had quit and was moving to greener pastures. Her name is Vicky.
At this point I think we really need to call her and try to bribe her to come back. In a few little ways the place is falling apart. I don't want to go into any detail here but I'm beginning to realize how much she actually did around the office. She took care of a lot of shit and the biggest job she took care of was if you had no idea who to go to on an issue she could point you in the right direction, if she couldn't do it herself.
I'm stating it loud and clear, VICKY IS THE SHIT!!!!
Not to mention that if I ever needed to bitch about something or someone I could talk to her and vice versa, just to get it out.
Anyway...
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:22 AM
Lately, I’ve been trying to keep an eye out for the surreal and absurd things that occur in my life, little moments that make it seem like some sort of David Lynch movie.
For example when I was coming home from my afternoon out of the house the sun was just going down and when I got out of my car I could hear this music very clearly but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It sounded a lot like an ice cream truck except the music that was playing was some sort of classical piece that I recognized but I can’t remember the name of. On the side walk in front of my house was a little dead bird that was covered in flies. They scattered for a second as I walked by and then they returned to the bird corpse.
Separately, I would say that these two events were just a little different from my routine but when you put them together is seems to border a little on the surreal. If not officially surreal it is definitely weird enough to be a David Lynch moment.
This talk of the surreal has reminded me of a story I hadn’t told in a while and I think I may have talked about it in this space a long time ago but here it is again. It was a very odd night.
It was probably about 5 years ago. At one of the pool tables there was this young lesbian and a woman Marine playing pool. I later found out that the Marine was straight but her friend thought she was in denial. Anyway this old lesbian kept hitting on the Marine. The Marine wanted no part of it. Finally they got so fed up they decided to leave.
When the Marine and the young lesbian got out to the Marine's car they couldn't find the keys. The old lesbian followed them out and kept trying to help them find the keys and hit on the Marine. The Marine got so frustrated that she searched the old lesbian just to make sure she didn’t have the keys. Finally the Marine told the old lesbian that if she didn’t leave she would punch her. The old lesbian kept bothering the Marine until the Marine actually dotted her eye.
The old lesbian was still trying to help.
The Marine left with another friend to get her spare set of keys. This left the young lesbian and the old lesbian at the Mag.
You need to realize that at that point the only thing I know is that the Marine lost her keys.
So the young and old lesbian are in the bar and they start to argue loudly. I intervene and tell them that if they want to stay in the bar they need to leave each other alone. The young lesbian tells me that’s what she wants. She doesn’t want the old lesbian to look at her much less talk to her. Everyone seemed to agree to the terms.
One minute later the old lesbian starts in on the young one. I step in again and tell the old lesbian to get the fuck out. She asks why and I tell her. She then refused to leave. I tried to reason with her then I asked Danny to talk her out. Danny asks if she’s deaf and then tells her to get the fuck out or we’ll call the cops. She still refuses to leave. Danny calls the cops.
This little old lesbian was probably 5’2” and 140 pounds. We could have easily picked her up and tossed her out. Several of the female patrons of the bar offered to do it for us. But she wasn’t being violent and we felt that violence wasn’t going to solve our problem. It could potentially cause more problems.
So we’re waiting for the cops to arrive and I’m standing near the door and the old lesbian is sitting at the bar looking at me. (At least she had forgotten about the young lesbian.) After a short while she walks up to me and says, “Now would be a good time for you to leave.”
I said, “What?!”
“It would be a good time for you to leave, now.” was her reply.
I said, “I work here.”
She then stepped back and said, “1…2…3…” and started talking into the collar of her jacket. She sat back down and a cop showed up a few minutes later.
He took her to a payphone somewhere away from the Mag just to get rid of her for us.
…and they all lived happily ever after.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 12:11 AM
The later it got the more surreal the evening seemed to get. It was at its peak when I left the bar at closing time, 4AM.
I was heading home but I decided to do some grocery shopping at the 24 hour Winn Dixie. It the closest grocery store near my house that’s open at 4AM. There’s this bar called Club 21 that I have to drive by to get to the store and for a long time it seemed that every time I drove by the place there where a bunch of police cars up front. Not this time however, the club was dark and there were only 4 people talking on the corner.
As I was waiting for the light I saw this guy pull up, let a woman out and she walked up to her car and was getting in, as I drove by. The first thing I was thinking was that she had just gotten back from a booty call and need to pick up her ride. Now this may have been the case but in retrospect, there are many other reasonable stories that are probably more likely.
I got about a block and a half away and I saw this drunken hippy looking guy either trying to get into a car or just leaning against it. He turned around quickly as I was driving by and I thought he was going to fall into the street.
I get within a half a block away from Winn Dixie and I have to stop at this light and across the street I see about 7 guys fighting on the sidewalk. One guy is pounding on the door of this house that was there. One guy was watching him. Another was pounding on yet another guy and there were a couple of guys standing there for back up I suppose. The seventh guy ran across the street and started up this big red truck.
The fight moved into the street as the light changed. Luckily, they weren't in my lane so I drove by. They all seemed to completely ignore me. I went to the Winn Dixie and as I was coming in I saw this guy I know who just started going on and on about nothing. When he took a breath I asked the cashier if there was a cop in the building because there is this big fight going on down the street. She said that there wasn't tonight. Then the guy started talking some more.... blah, blah, blah... I'm standing there with my grocery basket because I didn't need to get much and he won't stop talking. Finally, during another breath I say goodbye and walked away.
I didn't get much but I was probably in there about 10 minutes. Including paying for my food. When I walked out, he's outside the door talking to this other guy I also happen to know. I said hello as I walked by and the second "victim" made good his escape into the store. He started talking to me again about some more stuff that I have no interest in at 4:15AM. I keep trying to get in the car but he seems to have gotten better about not taking breaths. Finally I just waited until he finished a sentence and sat down in my car. After a quick shout of goodbye I was out of there.
By this time, there were three police cars and the red truck was gone. There were several guys standing on the side walk but I didn't get a good look.
Bad night, good story? I can't really say it was a bad night and I'll let you decide if it was a good story or not.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:25 AM
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