Life In the OC (That’s Oneida County)

Jerry Orbach is dead! Nooooooooooooooooooo!

I loved Lennie Briscoe!

For those of you who don’t know (Ryan), Jerry Orbach is a former Broadway star and the longest running character on NBC’s Law & Order.

Maybe Ryan would know him better as the dad in “Dirty Dancing.”

Jerry will be missed.

Hey. No time to talk, as usual. Just wanted to say Happy X-mas to both of my readers. Hope to see you soon!

I had an idea so that my blog profile (see link “view my complete profile” on sidebar) wouldn’t looks so empty. I came up with it, where else, on the pot.

My idea is the BM Blog. I would use it to keep track of how many times a take a shit a day, and where I do my shitting. The only problem is that bmblog.blogspot.com is already taken. Sigh.

No time to talk. I am now on the 13-hour day plan. 7A-8P. Maybe I’ll get to say something later. Who knows. All I know is, no night entries. I’m gonna’ want to get the hell out of here, come 8 o’clock.

You know, despite the trouble I’ve had with my vehicle, what with hitting a deer and all… well.. I’d think I should be lucky to have still have a vehicle to drive. I’m in the Dad-mobile. Coming home from my parents yesterday, something happened. I must have hit a bump really hard or something because all of a sudden, the car goes super loud. I can’t even hear myself think. Looks like I have a problem with my cadillac converter.

Fuck.

FUCK FUCK FUCK!

I really got upset over this (see one line above). I guess I’m having a pretty shitty month. Overnight, I seem to have regained my, “Meh. Oh well” attitude. I’ll just have to get that fixed too.

I think I found the next car I want. Thing is… I can never remember what it is. All I know is $289/month lease with $0 down. Can’t beat that. Plain and simple, can’t beat that. I gotta’ see what the insurance company is giving me for my vehicle. Maybe I can knock that payment down even more. Only problem is, I have to get it by January 3, 2005.

Time to get busy.

Believe it or not, I’m actually here this morning not to complain about reality TV.

It’s about damn time. You know, with something over 1,000 people appearing on reality TV a year, it surprised me that I don’t yet know someone who is on or has been on a reality TV show.

Thursday night around 10 o’clock, I turned on my TV to TBS and watched “The ‘Real’ Gilligan’s Island.” I recognized somebody.

Meet: Mark Groesbeck, a.k.a Gooner. a.k.a. Gilligan.

Two Both of my readers may recognize him as the 6′7″ 142 lb. man who used to work at Tony’s Pizza in Washington Mills. Gooner’s claim to fame was that he used to deliver pizza to Bill Keeler and the crew of his show. His other claim to fame was that he could lift his shirt, and because he was so tall and skinny, you could actually see his heart beating. Really! It was kinda’ cool and disgusting all at once!

How cool is it to finally know someone on a reality show?

Now… while I don’t personally know Gooner, I have seen him in action a few times. He even had a boxing match with Mark, also from the Keeler Show.

When I was watching it Tuesday night, and I saw him walk on, I was thinking, “He looks familiar.” Then they introduced him as “Gooner, Gilligan” Holy shit! Is that Gooner from Tony’s Pizza? Holy Shit! That’d be awesome.

When I woke up this morning and watched last night’s Keeler Show, lo and behold, they were interviewing Gooner who now lives in LA. Glad to see it hasn’t gone to his head!

Now, obviously I haven’t written in a few days. I had a lot going on. Wednesday night I found out that my grandfather fell… and wound up in the Hospital. He’s going to be fine, but it sort of brought up the question of mortality and invincibility in my head. All my life, my grandfather has been amazing. Walking miles and miles everyday, working on his garden. He would never slow down. Then last spring he had surgery for Stomach Cancer, which really surprised the hell out of me. The guy I thought would live forever has now been in the Hospital three times over the past two years. It just helped me realize that even the best of us are mortal.

I visited him Thursday during the day, and ran into a bit of a surprise when I got to the hospital in Cooperstown. When I found his room there were two nurses standing outside. I politely said, “Hello.” The Nurse said, “Hi, Dan. Come to see your grandfather?” I was taken aback. “Do you recognize me?,” she asked?

“I’m sorry, I don’t,” I replied, honestly as always.

“I’m Ashley! How’ve you been?!” the suddenly hotter nurse said.

“Holy Crap! How’ve you been?”

At this point we talked for about a minute or two. I really wanted to see my grandfather, so I kinda’ excused myself from the only girl I consider as “The One Who Got Away.”

After a little while, she came in and we talked about what we’ve been up to the past five years. She rather quickly mentioned that she was living with her boyfriend (my heart sinks, though it had expected it). I was allright with it. I figured as much. She was, obviously, now working as a nurse at the hospital, and I explained how I was a banker and all that, and I talked about what Prozac and Mike Johnson is Twelve Inches Long were up to. We laughed, we had fun. It was good to see her. Before you ask, yes, I let her get away this time. I had the opportunity to give her my email address, but elected not to. I figured that she’s with a guy and she seems really happy. I’m happy for her. Oh well.

Now… as for Survivor, the show that I hate with a passion, but can’t stop watching… I was acutally surprised this week. Ami is out. No, not out of the e game. The Hillary Clinton of Survivor, Ami was shown with her girlfriend. This edition of Survivor is Lesbo-fest-o-rama. I did find it interesting that when they showed Scout’s fellow sheep-farmer (my name for a gay person in a serious relationship) with Scout, we never saw the ummm… star-crossed lickers lovers kiss. Of course, if you’re not gonna’ show the old lesbians making out, are you gonna’ show the young “hot” lesbians kissing? Surprisingly, no! I was actually kinda’ happy not to see it. What’s the point of having lesbians on a TV show if they’re not hot? Also, kinda’ cool how they screwed Ami over by keeping Chris in the game. They’ll get their comeuppance. Oh yes. They’ll get their comeuppance.

I, uh… hit a deer Friday on my way to Ryan’s mom’s. The damage didn’t seem that bit, but well… $3,800.00. Ouch, mofugga’. Ouch. I kinda’ wished the deer had lived so it would suffer for what it did to me, but by the time I got back to where it was, it was dead. Oh well. That, and I kinda’ wanted to see the cop pull out the shotgun.

I got my First 100 Strong Bad emails DVD in the mail Friday. After putting up with that damn deer, Ryan and I ended up watching the first 50 emails. We had fun.

I’ve been sick since Friday. Just a cold. It stinks.

I went to the doctor on Monday. They took some blood to run some tests. Fortunately for me, I’m not yet diabetic, but it’ll happen some day. I do, however have high cholesterol. I’m not surprised by that. I’m at 220. They want me below 200. Guess I’m gonna’ have to go on a diet, whether I want to or not.

Being fat stinks.

(side note… I’m not gonna’ proofread this until Thrusday AM. I wanna’ get out of here.)