Life In the OC (That’s Oneida County)

I’m getting out of work right at 3:30 today, so I’m not doing a night entry. Since I don’t have much to say right now, I just wanted to say, Happy Thanksgiving to… both… of my readers.

No real time to talk today. I’m starting the webpage for our “words” mentioned in the previous entry. It might take a little while to do. I wanna get as much done as possible. The next few afternoon blog entries may be… uninteresting. Turn your head, if necessary.

My freaky music teacher in fourth grade taught us that song. She looked like she was high while singing it.

Anyway, I love Dunkin’ Donuts’ coffee. I don’t buy it every morning, though. Too damn expensive. $2.05. The 0 is for 0uch.

Ryan and I came up with a great concept for a feature on my website. It’s going to be a list of “words” and phrases that we made up/use. Hopefully it’ll be funny, but they’ll all prolly just end up being a shitload of inside jokes.

Want an example?

farbnode n. -
Dan’s first ever AOL screen name. It was supposed to be something creative. Bizzaro Jeff, formerly of WQBK, thought it was even weirder than his name.

Neat, eh? No? Fine. We’ll see how the rest of it turns out. Hell. I might not even use that definition.

Maybe…

farbnode n. - A name Dan used to name a city in Civilization just to piss off Ryan. It worked.

I’m angry. I’m angry. I’m really fucking angry. I’m really really fucking angry. I just found out that I’m only getting two weeks of vacation next year. Why so angry? Sure, this is my normal allotment, however, the adjustments department, which for some asinine reason is considered to be a higher department than ours, gets three weeks. Any jackass who walks off the street and starts in the adjustments department gets three weeks, despite the fact that I’ve quite literally busted my ass for four years. (Okay. Maybe not literally.)

Anyway…

The moral of the story is… well… I’m prolly not going to change a thing. I’m going to work as hard as I normally do.

It’s not like I could leave my job. How could I pay my bills? What would I do? Get a new job? “Hi! Welcome to IOCOR. Here’s your starting salary! ($15k/year). Here’s your vacation schedule. (5 days off over the entire year.)” I’m really not in that bad of shape. I just got screwed on vacation is all, and it’s extremely upsetting. Now I’m going to buy dinner and pig out instead of make a healthy meal. Just because I’m emotional.

Fuckers.

Heh. Look at that title. I’m so damn clever. Kurt Busch won the NASCAR Nextel Cup yesterday by eight points over second place Jimmie Johnson, and sixteen points over third place Jeff Gordon. Sentimental favorite Mark Martin finished fourth, 107 points out.

Now technically, Busch didn’t win the race, so my title for this entry is moot. He just won the championship. I’m not happy, but I’m not upset. Busch did an excellent job all year. The thing I’m upset about is now I have to explain to Tony here at work that, yes, even though Jimmie Johnson won eight races this year (the most), he still isn’t champion. In my opinion, he doesn’t deserve to be. The points system works well.

It’s almost time to start working, so I’ll end this by excusing myself for work, even though I’m actually out of things to say.

D’oh!

It’s Friday. The week is over, right? Wrong. I’ll be back here tomorrow, an hour earlier that usual. Overtime for the second week in a row. Got my work cut out for me, too. With that, I’m gonna’ cut it short, and go home and get some rest.

My parents are coming into town tonight to help me get rid of that damn bed in the bedroom, so I can put my bed in the bedroom, so I don’t have to sleep in my living room anymore.

Wow… run on sentence.

Anyway, my mother’s confusing the hell out of me. She says she wants riggies, but she wants to go somewhere where they can get them cheap. Carmella’s costs too much.

Um… Carmella’s has cheap riggies. Good riggies. Can’t think of many places cheaper than Carmella’s. We’ve got trouble. I don’t know where to go for dinner. We’ll prolly just wind up at the Boulevard eating, like, meatloaf or something.

Dunno. Maybe Voss’s is still open. Just gotta’ convince them to stand in line in the freezing cold and rain for… hot dogs.

Good fucking hot dogs, though. Good hot dogs.

It was weird. I had a dream that I was working at BC Video in Canajoharie last night. Mike Buccolo wasn’t there. Gary Rush wasn’t there. Lindsey Seitz wasn’t there. Just me, and a bunch of punk kids who kept trying to get behind the counter to steal from the always unlocked register. Anyway, just for kicks, I looked around to see what games Mike had. Nothing really registered in my mind games-wise, but apparently, my dream took place current day, because there were PS2, GameCube and Crap-Box X-Box games there. There were even Nintendo DS games. This is funny because BC closed over four years ago due to competition.

Well, anyway. Whenever I turned my back, the punk kids would take away a piece of the counter. Finally, I was down to a little wooden desk with just the cash register on it. I remember movies were now five bucks to rent. Ouch! I said I’d never rent there, but then I remembered employees could have one item out for free a day. So anyway, the kids… whoops the dream ended right about there. I wonder how it would have turned out.

Oh I… oh… I’m still alive. No shotgun when I got home! Yay! No crazy ranting either. It’s just a once in a while thing, but when it happens, it’s comedy gold! No need to PAY FOR IT, because it’s free!

It’s the next to last week for the Nextel Cup, which also means it’s the next to last week for my NASCAR fantasy league. I haven’t updated in a couple weeks, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

I’m afraid to go home tonight. You see, when you walk in my front door, about seven feet away is the door to the porch that Jim and I share. I’m afraid I’m gonna’ walk in the door, and he’ll be standing there with a shotgun pointed through the door, and saying weird shit. Then, when he sees me, he says, “You pay for it!!!” Then he shoots me.

That’d be funny!

I was writing this down hastily last night. It was too funny. From here on out, it’s going to sound like I was saying this last night… because I did! Also, a side note… I tend to write the first thing that comes to my mind, so some of the sentences within a paragraph may not quite make sense together. Remember that.

Jim is going FUCKING CRAZY! I need to write this shit down. Then put it in my blog. It’s too FUCKING FUNNY!

Something about “assets”…

“PAY FOR IT!!”

He stopped, but he was going on, shouting for about ten to fifteen minutes. Just shouting the same shit over and over.

After hearing this for a while, Prozac said, “Man… he’s going crazy! I’m figuring on hearing a gun with in the next few minutes.” Then, Prozac whisper-shouted, “YOU PAY FOR IT!” and made a gunshot noise under his breath. Too.
Fucking. Funny.

It’s hard to hear him over that terrible music he blasts. That religious crap.

He’s starting again. 6:52 PM. Just mumbled something then a kinda loud, “You pay for it.”

He’s prolly just rocking the plastic chair on the porch, but it sounds like he’s banging his head on the wall.

We’re witnessing the mental breakdown of a man, but we’re laughing our asses off at him. We’re struggling to keep our laughs on the D/L, though. I can tell Steve wants to scream, “You pay for it,” at the top of his lungs. I’m surprised I’ve held him off this long.

I thought a I heard a, “You pay for it, god dammit!” XD

The next door neighbors are outside now. One was coughing. I swear it sounded like he was coughing, “You pay for it,” like somebody coughs the word bullshit.

Steve says, “It sounds like the neighbor’s dog is barking, ‘You pay for it.’”

A little background: My neighbor is a freak. He sits on the porch all day, smokes, talks to himself, listens to freaky religious music, sings along, sways back and forth, and will on occasion, shout at the top of his lungs about a myriad of topics.

Since my life seems to be in a downtime sort of phase, I’m just wingin’ this blog thing. That’s why I’m posting this.

Lyrics for “Harvey the Wonder Hampster,” by Weird Al Yankovic.

Harvey, Harvey
Harvey the wonder hampster
He doesn’t bite, and he doesn’t squeal.
He just runs around on his hampster wheel.
Harvey, Harvey
Harvey the wonder hampster
Hey, Harvey!

In other news… I heard through the grape vine that Gary Rush had a kid. Go Gary! Hmm… wonder if it has a mohawk like Tommy…

Jackie called me again last night. She asked when we were getting together for dinner again, “Mr. Busy.”

While it is very true that I’m busy… I’m also… kinda’… sorta’… avoiding her.

I’m just not feeling it.

I managed to wiggle my way out of it by complaining about my knees hurting. Don’t know how that worked.

Well… at least I was honest about my knees hurting.

In other me news…

I was watching Tom Goes to the Mayor last night. It surprised me. It was pretty good.

God… this is so sad. I have nothing to say.

I actually worked past 3:30 today, so I don’t have time to write anything. I’ll try again later.

As in… tomorrow.

Jackie called me three times this weekend, and I never called her back. I don’t know why. It’s basically like I’m now a male version of that chick. I kept saying, “I should call her back,” but I didn’t. I like her. It’s just that I’m not into her. I hope she doesn’t think I led her on.

She prolly does, though.

I bitched out Prozac over the weekend because three days in a row he didn’t return my call, after explicitly saying that he would. Turns out he didn’t have his phone with him. Oops! Tee hee.

Did I just say tee hee?

Why do I continue to watch Survivor? It’s not a very interesting season. I don’t like anyone. Scout particularly annoys me. They all feel she doesn’t deserve to win, but they keep her around because they think she’s cool. They all know Ami’s running the game, but they don’t get rid of her (with good reason last night, thank you immunity). It’s really annoying, but for some stupid reason, I can’t stop watching it. I wish I could stop. I really do.

We have overtime tomorrow. Management has finally admitted that I’m behind on my own work, so, thankfully, they’re gonna’ let me do my own stuff tomorrow.

I didn’t bring lunch to work today, and now I’m dead tired. And hungry.

I brought up the idea of a nap. And a big meal. A meal of grandiose proportions. A… buffet. I’m in the mood for a buffet. Don’t know what, though. Not in the mood for Chinese. All that leaves is Ponderosa, or I could drive to Herkimer for Pizza Slut. Meh. Dunno.

I guess that’s all that’s pissing me off currently. Other than Prozac taking forever to return my calls and ruins any chance of plans that I had.

Other than that.

I love a great day off. I spent almost the whole day playing San Andreas. You hate me don’t you? Yeah. I know. Shut up, kid.

Don’t forget to hug a veteran yesterday.

Wait a minute…

What?

San Andreas cost too much? Halo 2 killing your wallet? Play free addicing games like Defend Your Castle at addictinggames.com. It’s fun. It’s easy. It’s free. I sound like an ad, don’t I?

I guess I just don’t have much to say…

Other than… day off tomorrow! I’m supposed to go drinking with people from work… but… I’m lazy… and cheap… Meh… maybe I will go.

Dunno.

What the hell did I just get done watching? What in the bloody blue fuck was this show?

Belgian waffles?

Normally, I’d try to describe something weird I saw, but words won’t do this justice.

Cartoon Network. Sunday Night/Monday Morning at 12:30 AM.

I…

*guh…

Perfect Hair Forever made more sense than this!

Yay! I get to go grocery shopping today.

…wait a minute? What?

Dammit!

Dead tired last night. Could barely stay awake to watch Ken. Turned off TV and went to bed at 7:58 PM. Very very tired. Gotta’ do something about it.

Damn…

Ever walk by a girl… who just smells so damn good… and has such a sexy voice, that by the time you get back to your desk… you can’t think straight?

I have a problem. She’s hot. She smells good. She has the sexiest voice.

When I see her, and smell her, I can’t get up from my desk for, like five minutes. You know why.

No time to talk. Gotta’ go vote.

Well, friends… as my friends down at the China Wok would say, today is Erection Day. Just wanted to remind you all to get out and vote Bush. That’s right. It doesn’t matter who you vote for …just as long as you vote for Bush.

In all seriousness, I do support Bush, but if you’re a Kerry supporter, go on out and vote for him. I don’t care. All that matters is that you do your god damn civic duty and vote. It’s the price of being an American… well… that and income tax.

Just vote.

So… had so much to say that I didn’t have enough time to type it all in this morning when I got to work. Let’s see… where to get started…

The New England Patriot’s streak is over. 21 consecutive wins over two seasons including postseason games. That’s unheard of. It’s okay that they lost, though. It’s not smart to hit on 21… or 20… or…

While I’m extremely glad for Jimmie, I’m extremely upset about Mark Martin not winning the race. He led almost 80% of the laps and got passed right at the end. Hmmm… another conspiracy theory….