above lyrics from "Halloween" by Helloween
HAPPY PUMPKIN DAY!
Let me entertain you with a song:
The 12 Days of Halloween
On the first day of Halloween my good friend gave to mea vulture in a dead tree.
On the second day of Halloween,my good friend gave to metwo hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the third day of Halloween,my good friend gave to methree fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the fourth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to mefour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the fifth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to mefive cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the sixth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to mesix owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the seventh day of Halloween,my good friend gave to meseven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the eighth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to meeight brooms a-flying,seven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the ninth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to menine wizards whizzing,eight brooms a-flying,seven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the tenth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to meten goblins gobbling,nine wizards whizzing,eight brooms a-flying,seven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the eleventh day of Halloween,my good friend gave to meeleven bats a-swooping,ten goblins gobbling,nine wizards whizzing,eight brooms a-flying,seven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked wormsfour giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the twelfth day of Halloween,my good friend gave to metwelve cauldrons bubbling,eleven bats a-swooping,ten goblins gobbling,nine wizards whizzing,eight brooms a-flying,seven spiders creeping,six owls a-screeching,five cooked worms, four giggling ghosts three fat toads,two hissing cats,and a vulture in a dead tree.
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Well, aren't you glad that's over? Me too.
Anyway, I'm gonna blog really quick here before class.
@Scott -- Cool party. If I wasn't broke, I'd go buy Apples to Apples
@Angel and Joe -- really sorry to hear about Angel's g-ma. If there's anything I can do, please let me know. You know my number and I'm always here.
Couple things.
1. I heard on the news today that there was a woman who died when her car got hit by a train. She went around the barricade. Now, I'm sorry, but the last time I checked, those barricades are up for a reason --SO THE TRAIN DOESN'T HIT YOU. Oh well, at least she's out of the gene pool. I know I'm gonna get a lot of shit for this, but she went around the goddamned barricade. I'm not saying she deserved it, but there's one less idiot out there now.
2.StumbleUpon is the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's really hard for me to explain what StumbleUpon is. Basically, you need Mozilla Firefox (only the greatest browser ever). You install a tiny program that is totally free, safe, and legal. You select sites you are interested in, like topics, like metal or something. Then you click, Stumble Upon and it will give you tons of random sites that have something remotely to do with your interest. It is amazing. I didn't do it justice. It does not work with IE, so if you're a loser that still has IE, sorry. You can come over and play with it at my house. I must have bookmarked at least 75 sites last night. You never know when I'll want to play with my virtual autopsy page (you can do an autopsy on an animated body) or when I'll want to play with vectors, or my new virtual drumkit. It's amazing.
I'm not home right now, but I'll be throwing these sites up in my featured sites link, so give them a looksee. You might like them.
Anyway, it's time for class. Hope you all eat tons of candy tonight.
ANDREA
Music -- clickety clickety clicky click goes the keyboard
Link --http://http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/stories.nsf/stlouiscitycounty/story/76E7C96D023A8F11862570AB001F6559?OpenDocument -- The train idiot lady.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
For a small piece of paper it carries alot of weight. Call it lean, mean, mean green
above lyric from "For the Love of Money" by the O'Jays.
I'm switching banks (mainly because I'm really tired of not having but 2 atms in this fucking city that I can go to without getting a surcharge). If anyone has any banking suggestions for me, please let me know. Right now, my top 2 choices are Commerce and Bank of America, with US Bank running a very close third. Tell me why your bank works for you, or if it doesn't.
There's a possible problem looming on the horizon and I need to be monetarily prepared should I have to leave my place. Don't worry, I'm not getting evicted and I'm not in any sort of health mess. I just don't want to bring it up right now. Before rumors get started, I'm not sick, dying, nearly homeless, pregnant, or anything like that. This involves a possible conflict between school and work that may result in me having to quit my job for a period of 4-5 months and move back home. I want to avoid that, so if I can save enough money, I can put a down payment on a condo or a house (a very cheap house). Welcome to my pipe dream, everyone. I wish I would have won Powerball. But, don't worry about me. I always figure out a solution. I'm not totally stressing over this, just keeping it in the back of my mind. I don't need advice or any help at this moment.
And now it's time for the 2nd installment of "Things I realized recently". These are in no particular order, just general observations I've made about the world around me.
--It went from warm to cold in just a little under 24 hours. It's like we skipped autumn and went straight to winter. That's st. louis weather for you.
--Everyone at my apartment complex must own 3 cars a piece and park them all after 9 pm. It is IMPOSSIBLE to get a good spot after 9 pm. I had to walk in the cold about a quarter of a mile, carrying laundry in the freezing ass cold, because I couldn't get a good spot.
--There is an obesity epidemic in this country. I saw a lady yesterday sitting on her front porch eating an Imos pizza straight out of the box. She was like 300 lbs. I felt bad for her. But, at the same time, I wanted to go buy her some fruit.
--Dear Mother Nature, are you done fucking with us yet? Quit it with the hurricanes.
That's all of my observations this week. I'm thinking of doing a weekly segment about things I've learned. I'm also going to start carrying a notepad around with me, to note things of interest. You never know what gems I'll come up with.
Until then, keep on keeping on.
ANDREA
Music - "Poem" by Taproot
I'm switching banks (mainly because I'm really tired of not having but 2 atms in this fucking city that I can go to without getting a surcharge). If anyone has any banking suggestions for me, please let me know. Right now, my top 2 choices are Commerce and Bank of America, with US Bank running a very close third. Tell me why your bank works for you, or if it doesn't.
There's a possible problem looming on the horizon and I need to be monetarily prepared should I have to leave my place. Don't worry, I'm not getting evicted and I'm not in any sort of health mess. I just don't want to bring it up right now. Before rumors get started, I'm not sick, dying, nearly homeless, pregnant, or anything like that. This involves a possible conflict between school and work that may result in me having to quit my job for a period of 4-5 months and move back home. I want to avoid that, so if I can save enough money, I can put a down payment on a condo or a house (a very cheap house). Welcome to my pipe dream, everyone. I wish I would have won Powerball. But, don't worry about me. I always figure out a solution. I'm not totally stressing over this, just keeping it in the back of my mind. I don't need advice or any help at this moment.
And now it's time for the 2nd installment of "Things I realized recently". These are in no particular order, just general observations I've made about the world around me.
--It went from warm to cold in just a little under 24 hours. It's like we skipped autumn and went straight to winter. That's st. louis weather for you.
--Everyone at my apartment complex must own 3 cars a piece and park them all after 9 pm. It is IMPOSSIBLE to get a good spot after 9 pm. I had to walk in the cold about a quarter of a mile, carrying laundry in the freezing ass cold, because I couldn't get a good spot.
--There is an obesity epidemic in this country. I saw a lady yesterday sitting on her front porch eating an Imos pizza straight out of the box. She was like 300 lbs. I felt bad for her. But, at the same time, I wanted to go buy her some fruit.
--Dear Mother Nature, are you done fucking with us yet? Quit it with the hurricanes.
That's all of my observations this week. I'm thinking of doing a weekly segment about things I've learned. I'm also going to start carrying a notepad around with me, to note things of interest. You never know what gems I'll come up with.
Until then, keep on keeping on.
ANDREA
Music - "Poem" by Taproot
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn
above lyric from "Memories" by Van Morrison
Yep, back to the black. Not because I want to, because baseball season is over. Tonight was really bittersweet. I'm not going to dwell on it. I just think it's sad that we got this far and it's over. Soon, the old house will be gone, and the new house will rise from the rubble. I'm gonna miss that old house. It's gonna be different next year.
Len said all this stuff a lot better, go check out his blog. Look over there ----->
on the sidebar for the link.
I remember several key memories of the old house. I remember growing up hearing stories of legends -- Stan the Man, Yogi Berra, and countless others. I grew up watching legends of my own play in that old house -- Ozzie, Willie, Tommy Herr, Vince Coleman, Mark McGwire, and now Albert, Jimmy, Eck, and Matty Mo. I remember going to games every year. The majority were nosebleed seats, but it didn't matter. I was watching the ballgame.
I remember being a little girl and going on vacation with my grandparents down to our cabin. We didn't have TV down there. My parents and grandparents would stay up and listen to the ballgame on the radio. I was supposed to be asleep, but I'd creep out of bed and crack the door slightly, just so I could hear the game being called.
The lights went off in Busch Stadium for the last time tonight. The last hot dogs were sold, the last pictures were taken, the last family outings to the old ballpark were gone on, the final ball, the final catch, the final game.
Memories are what we make of them. Life is what we make of it. It's weird to get so sentimental over a building, but it shapes who I am, how I grew up, and what I've experienced. Future generations are going to look down 630 feet from the Arch, looking to the west, and won't see the old house, the so called bottlecap, the landmark of the downtown skyline. They'll see the new house.
Just like when a relative passes away, or we move away from friends and loved ones, we have memories to share. Memories are a part of growing up and reliving beautiful things that have occurred in our lives. The legends that passed through the old house in the past 40 years will live on in memories and stories, just like names like Dizzy, Red, Stan the Man, and others have been passed down in stories to all of us. We'll talk of the old ballpark, the clydesdales marching around the warning track on opening day, the only homerun ever hit out of busch stadium, Jack Buck, the post-9/11 ceremonies, The Beatles in concert. We'll talk about times we've had at the old house with friends, nights that seemed to go on forever. We'll talk about birthdays, fun, drinking entirely too much and heckling the opposing team, players, coaches, everything. We'll remember looking at the DK 37 sign and knowing what it means and remembering the towering pitcher who left us all too soon. We'll remember the Plaza of Champions, the long walk up to the upper deck, sitting in the bleachers and baking in 100 degree heat. But we did it and we will remember it. We did it, for the love of the game, the love of a team, and the love of a sport that captivates our thoughts and our eyes, rules our conversations and makes us feel a sense of pride, a sense of belonging to something bigger than ourselves, and having something that we can call our own.
I'll miss the old house. With life comes change. It's time for a change.
It's been a glorious season. See you next year, boys, at the new house.
I'd like to leave you with a poem, written by ESPN magazine contributor Jim Hall, entitled Baseball Is
Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever
ANDREA
Yep, back to the black. Not because I want to, because baseball season is over. Tonight was really bittersweet. I'm not going to dwell on it. I just think it's sad that we got this far and it's over. Soon, the old house will be gone, and the new house will rise from the rubble. I'm gonna miss that old house. It's gonna be different next year.
Len said all this stuff a lot better, go check out his blog. Look over there ----->
on the sidebar for the link.
I remember several key memories of the old house. I remember growing up hearing stories of legends -- Stan the Man, Yogi Berra, and countless others. I grew up watching legends of my own play in that old house -- Ozzie, Willie, Tommy Herr, Vince Coleman, Mark McGwire, and now Albert, Jimmy, Eck, and Matty Mo. I remember going to games every year. The majority were nosebleed seats, but it didn't matter. I was watching the ballgame.
I remember being a little girl and going on vacation with my grandparents down to our cabin. We didn't have TV down there. My parents and grandparents would stay up and listen to the ballgame on the radio. I was supposed to be asleep, but I'd creep out of bed and crack the door slightly, just so I could hear the game being called.
The lights went off in Busch Stadium for the last time tonight. The last hot dogs were sold, the last pictures were taken, the last family outings to the old ballpark were gone on, the final ball, the final catch, the final game.
Memories are what we make of them. Life is what we make of it. It's weird to get so sentimental over a building, but it shapes who I am, how I grew up, and what I've experienced. Future generations are going to look down 630 feet from the Arch, looking to the west, and won't see the old house, the so called bottlecap, the landmark of the downtown skyline. They'll see the new house.
Just like when a relative passes away, or we move away from friends and loved ones, we have memories to share. Memories are a part of growing up and reliving beautiful things that have occurred in our lives. The legends that passed through the old house in the past 40 years will live on in memories and stories, just like names like Dizzy, Red, Stan the Man, and others have been passed down in stories to all of us. We'll talk of the old ballpark, the clydesdales marching around the warning track on opening day, the only homerun ever hit out of busch stadium, Jack Buck, the post-9/11 ceremonies, The Beatles in concert. We'll talk about times we've had at the old house with friends, nights that seemed to go on forever. We'll talk about birthdays, fun, drinking entirely too much and heckling the opposing team, players, coaches, everything. We'll remember looking at the DK 37 sign and knowing what it means and remembering the towering pitcher who left us all too soon. We'll remember the Plaza of Champions, the long walk up to the upper deck, sitting in the bleachers and baking in 100 degree heat. But we did it and we will remember it. We did it, for the love of the game, the love of a team, and the love of a sport that captivates our thoughts and our eyes, rules our conversations and makes us feel a sense of pride, a sense of belonging to something bigger than ourselves, and having something that we can call our own.
I'll miss the old house. With life comes change. It's time for a change.
It's been a glorious season. See you next year, boys, at the new house.
I'd like to leave you with a poem, written by ESPN magazine contributor Jim Hall, entitled Baseball Is
Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a boxscore,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckleball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever
ANDREA
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Get up, get back on your feet, you're the one they can't beat, and you know it.
above lyrics from "Fooling Yourself" by Styx.
BELIEVE!!!!
Wow. If you didn't see it, you missed out on the Monday Night Miracle.
Read the sports section.
FUCK YES! GO CARDS!
Andrea
Music - Eminem "Lose Yourself"
BELIEVE!!!!
Wow. If you didn't see it, you missed out on the Monday Night Miracle.
Read the sports section.
FUCK YES! GO CARDS!
Andrea
Music - Eminem "Lose Yourself"
Monday, October 17, 2005
I'm only hanging on to watch you go down.
above lyric from "So Cruel" by U2.
Well, the Cardinals are thisclose to being eliminated. One more loss and no World Series for us. Like many die hard Cards fans, I'm being very cautiously optimistic that we're going to win tomorrow. The Astros have nothing to lose, we do. The ump needs to get off his fucking knees and stop blowing calls. He blew 2 big ones tonight and I think ultimately, those cost us the game.
Okay, I don't think you out there in blog land care about baseball enough to listen to a rant about it, so I'm gonna shut up.
@Steve -- congrats on your new job
Saw NIN on Friday. I have never been more enthralled by a concert in all my life. NIN was dead on perfect, QOTSA (Queens of the Stone Age) were pretty rockin', and Autolux, while I didn't like them one iota, I respect them as musicians and appreciate them for going out on stage each and every night.
Other highlights of the weekend
-Saw an old, old friend at NIN named Leroy. It was nice to see him and Joe chat too.
-Had a good talk with Angel at NIN. She really is a great, cool chick.
-Toni's birthday was a delight.
-Downed 2 martinis in a total of 5 minutes at the bar. Too bad it was last call, cause I could have stayed there all night long.
-Went to the Mega Target by my work. This thing has a - get ready - CART ESCALATOR! Unfortunately, I didn't have a cart to test it out, as my purchases did not necessitate the use of a cart. Next time, I will get a cart and see how this cart escalator works. It was still fascinating.
-Lava lamp works once again. Thank you Nix for the lightbulb. I'll hit ya back with a new one soon. The orange glow has returned to my living room once again.
-Bought a powerball ticket. I won't win, but it's fun to try.
I went to my old high school today for homecoming, and I realized one thing. I'm getting old. The freshmen this year are class of 2009. Yikes! That's 10 years younger than me. The seniors are 6 years younger than me. They were born in 1987. They were barely 11 or 12 when I was a senior. Frightening.
In the spirit of that, I have found this online. It's by Paul Harris, host of the Paul Harris show on KMOX. I hope this makes you all think about how things were in the good old days, and what kids today have missed out on. I have bolded things that I remember. Some of the things on here apply to my parents' generation, but some are still thought worthy. I've also added my thoughts in parenthesis when applicable.
"When my daughter grows up, her life won't include..."
This Just Plain Harris column appeared on the Op-Ed page of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch June 9, 2005:
It begins with this simple opening: "When my daughter grows up, her life won't include..."
Recently, my brother was in the car with my two nephews, and when they reached their destination, he told them to "crank the windows up." The two boys had never heard that expression, and my brother realized it's because they've never been in a car without electric windows. Sure, they exist, but not in the world of these six- and four-year-olds.
With my daughter's eleventh birthday last week, I started making a list of all the things from my own life that will never be part of hers. When I mentioned it to my wife, friends, and KMOX listeners -- all Baby Boomers -- they chimed in with suggestions, and the list grew to include:
Movies on videotape. Double features. Drive-in theaters. (Andrea's note : I remember the old '66 drive-in, where the Best Buy in Crestwood now stands) Theater marquees proclaiming: "Held over for 30th week!" Signs under the marquee advertising "It's Air Conditioned Inside" in letters that look like dripping ice.
Rabbit ears. Using pliers to change the channel because the knob's broken. Getting up to change channels. Wired remote controls. Waiting for the TV to warm up. Having to watch a show when it airs or missing it forever.
Cassette, 8-track, and reel-to-reel tapes. A Walkman that plays cassettes. Cassingles. CD singles. Records and turntables. Adapters for 45s. "You sound like a broken record."
Cameras with thumbwheels to advance the film. Cameras with film. Flash bulbs, flash cubes, flip flash.
Ultra-bright home movie lights. Home movie screens. Home movie projectors. Slide projectors. Editing small reels of Super-8 film onto bigger reels.
Film strips at school with a next-frame beep that every kid could imitate and drive the a/v guy crazy.
Phones with dials. Phones with cords. Changing your phone number when you move. Pay phones. Busy signals. Really expensive long distance calls. Party lines. Answering machines.
Smoking on airplanes. Smoking in movie theaters. Smoking at work. Ash trays on restaurant tables.
Bank tellers. Writing checks. Buying tickets for games, concerts, and movies at the box office.
Going to the library to use an encyclopedia. Copying something out of the World Book for a school assignment. "The Reader's Guide to Periodicals."
Gas stations with the rubber hose that dings when you drive over it. Gas for under a buck a gallon. Free drinking glasses with a fill-up. (I think my mom still has some)
Rear car windows that open all the way. A foot switch to activate bright headlights. Cars with wing window vents in front. Cars with bench front seats.
Scoring your own bowling game. Women wearing swim caps at the pool. Only boys playing sports at school. Lawn darts.
Soda in glass bottles. Soda made with cane sugar. Church keys for cans without pop tops. Cans without pop tops. Pop tops that come off when you pull them.
TV weather reports without Doppler radar. TV weather forecasters who use stick-on pictures of sun and clouds. TV news that's on on in the evening. TV stations that sign off in the middle of the night. (Anyone remember test patterns, the Indian, or the Star Spangled Banner with a flag graphic)
Floppy disks. Computers that fill a room. Dot matrix printers. Green-and-white computer paper with tractor feed perforations.
Typewriters. Carbon paper. Correctype. Wite-Out. Thermal fax paper. Mimeograph machines. The smell of mimeograph machines and paper in the school office.
Prices on food items at the supermarket. Jiffy Pop you shake on the stove. Coffee cans with keys. Coffee percolators on the stove.
Metal ice cube trays. Defrosting the freezer with a turkey baster and a yardstick. Yardsticks with furniture store names and logos. Yardsticks.
Susan B. Anthony dollars. Sacagawea dollars. $2 bills.
Writing letters. Postage stamps you lick. Envelopes you lick. S&H green stamps.
Cotton diapers. Rectal thermometers. Bar soap. Portable bubble hair dryers with the carrying strap. Wearing curlers to bed.
Metal keys for hotel rooms. Winding a wrist watch. Tonka trucks made of steel. Styrofoam boxes at McDonald's. Rubbers -- the ones that go over your shoes.
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Copyright 2005, Paul Harris
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Some more that were not included in the print version of this column:
K-Tel collections of "the original hits by the original artists!"
Car radios with an analog tuner dial.
Mailboxes in the neighborhood.
Finally, three that aren't generational, but are indicative of the post-9/11 world we all live in: Going to the airport gate to meet someone. Going to the top of the Statue Of Liberty. Going to the World Trade Center.
Also, one more that is interesting
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first "lost generation" nor today's lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks when they were just building blocks and gave Malibu Barbie crewcuts with safety scissors that never really cut. We collected Garbage Pail Kids and Cabbage Patch Kids and My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels and He-Man action figures and thought She-Ra looked just a little bit like I would when I was a woman. Big Wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to go, and sidewalk chalk was all you needed to build a city. Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough for you to play in. With your pink portable tape player, Debbie Gibson sang back up to you and everyone wanted a skirt like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's. Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Springsteen and the Bangles perfectly and have no idea why. We recite lines with the Ghostbusters and still look to the Goonies for a great adventure.
We flip through T.V. stations and stop at the A-Team and Punky Brewster and "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?" We hold strong affections for The Muppets and The Gummy Bears and why did they take the Smurfs off the air? After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families, the Pokka Dot Door was nothing like Barney, and aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated?
We are the ones who still read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, Beverly Clearly and Judy Blume, Richard Scarry and the Electric Company. Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship pins went on shoes - preferably hightopVelcro Reeboks - and pegged jeans were in, as were Units belts and layered socks and jean jackets and jams and charm bracelets and side pony tails and just tails. Rave was a girl's best friend; braces with colored rubberbands made you cool. The backdoor was always open and Mom served only red Kool-Aid to the neighborhood kids - never drank New Coke.
Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours. All you needed to be was a princess with high heels and an apron; Sit 'n' Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop; Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone. In your Underoos, you were Wonder Woman or Spiderman or R2D2 and in your treehouse you were king.
In the Eighties, nothing was wrong. Did you know the president was shot? Star Wars was not a movie. Did you ever play in a bomb shelter? Did you see the Challenger explode or feed the homeless man down the street? We forgot Vietnam and watched Tiananman's Square on CNN and bought pieces of the Berlin wall at the store. AIDS was not the number one killer in the United States. We didn't start the fire, Billy Joel. In the Eighties, we re-definied the American Dream, and those years re-defined us. We are the generation inbetween strife and facing strife and not burning our backs. The eighties may have made us idealistic, but it is not idealism that will push us to be passed on to our children - the first children of the twenty-first century. Never forget we are the children of the Eighties!!"
Goodnight.
ANDREA
Well, the Cardinals are thisclose to being eliminated. One more loss and no World Series for us. Like many die hard Cards fans, I'm being very cautiously optimistic that we're going to win tomorrow. The Astros have nothing to lose, we do. The ump needs to get off his fucking knees and stop blowing calls. He blew 2 big ones tonight and I think ultimately, those cost us the game.
Okay, I don't think you out there in blog land care about baseball enough to listen to a rant about it, so I'm gonna shut up.
@Steve -- congrats on your new job
Saw NIN on Friday. I have never been more enthralled by a concert in all my life. NIN was dead on perfect, QOTSA (Queens of the Stone Age) were pretty rockin', and Autolux, while I didn't like them one iota, I respect them as musicians and appreciate them for going out on stage each and every night.
Other highlights of the weekend
-Saw an old, old friend at NIN named Leroy. It was nice to see him and Joe chat too.
-Had a good talk with Angel at NIN. She really is a great, cool chick.
-Toni's birthday was a delight.
-Downed 2 martinis in a total of 5 minutes at the bar. Too bad it was last call, cause I could have stayed there all night long.
-Went to the Mega Target by my work. This thing has a - get ready - CART ESCALATOR! Unfortunately, I didn't have a cart to test it out, as my purchases did not necessitate the use of a cart. Next time, I will get a cart and see how this cart escalator works. It was still fascinating.
-Lava lamp works once again. Thank you Nix for the lightbulb. I'll hit ya back with a new one soon. The orange glow has returned to my living room once again.
-Bought a powerball ticket. I won't win, but it's fun to try.
I went to my old high school today for homecoming, and I realized one thing. I'm getting old. The freshmen this year are class of 2009. Yikes! That's 10 years younger than me. The seniors are 6 years younger than me. They were born in 1987. They were barely 11 or 12 when I was a senior. Frightening.
In the spirit of that, I have found this online. It's by Paul Harris, host of the Paul Harris show on KMOX. I hope this makes you all think about how things were in the good old days, and what kids today have missed out on. I have bolded things that I remember. Some of the things on here apply to my parents' generation, but some are still thought worthy. I've also added my thoughts in parenthesis when applicable.
"When my daughter grows up, her life won't include..."
This Just Plain Harris column appeared on the Op-Ed page of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch June 9, 2005:
It begins with this simple opening: "When my daughter grows up, her life won't include..."
Recently, my brother was in the car with my two nephews, and when they reached their destination, he told them to "crank the windows up." The two boys had never heard that expression, and my brother realized it's because they've never been in a car without electric windows. Sure, they exist, but not in the world of these six- and four-year-olds.
With my daughter's eleventh birthday last week, I started making a list of all the things from my own life that will never be part of hers. When I mentioned it to my wife, friends, and KMOX listeners -- all Baby Boomers -- they chimed in with suggestions, and the list grew to include:
Movies on videotape. Double features. Drive-in theaters. (Andrea's note : I remember the old '66 drive-in, where the Best Buy in Crestwood now stands) Theater marquees proclaiming: "Held over for 30th week!" Signs under the marquee advertising "It's Air Conditioned Inside" in letters that look like dripping ice.
Rabbit ears. Using pliers to change the channel because the knob's broken. Getting up to change channels. Wired remote controls. Waiting for the TV to warm up. Having to watch a show when it airs or missing it forever.
Cassette, 8-track, and reel-to-reel tapes. A Walkman that plays cassettes. Cassingles. CD singles. Records and turntables. Adapters for 45s. "You sound like a broken record."
Cameras with thumbwheels to advance the film. Cameras with film. Flash bulbs, flash cubes, flip flash.
Ultra-bright home movie lights. Home movie screens. Home movie projectors. Slide projectors. Editing small reels of Super-8 film onto bigger reels.
Film strips at school with a next-frame beep that every kid could imitate and drive the a/v guy crazy.
Phones with dials. Phones with cords. Changing your phone number when you move. Pay phones. Busy signals. Really expensive long distance calls. Party lines. Answering machines.
Smoking on airplanes. Smoking in movie theaters. Smoking at work. Ash trays on restaurant tables.
Bank tellers. Writing checks. Buying tickets for games, concerts, and movies at the box office.
Going to the library to use an encyclopedia. Copying something out of the World Book for a school assignment. "The Reader's Guide to Periodicals."
Gas stations with the rubber hose that dings when you drive over it. Gas for under a buck a gallon. Free drinking glasses with a fill-up. (I think my mom still has some)
Rear car windows that open all the way. A foot switch to activate bright headlights. Cars with wing window vents in front. Cars with bench front seats.
Scoring your own bowling game. Women wearing swim caps at the pool. Only boys playing sports at school. Lawn darts.
Soda in glass bottles. Soda made with cane sugar. Church keys for cans without pop tops. Cans without pop tops. Pop tops that come off when you pull them.
TV weather reports without Doppler radar. TV weather forecasters who use stick-on pictures of sun and clouds. TV news that's on on in the evening. TV stations that sign off in the middle of the night. (Anyone remember test patterns, the Indian, or the Star Spangled Banner with a flag graphic)
Floppy disks. Computers that fill a room. Dot matrix printers. Green-and-white computer paper with tractor feed perforations.
Typewriters. Carbon paper. Correctype. Wite-Out. Thermal fax paper. Mimeograph machines. The smell of mimeograph machines and paper in the school office.
Prices on food items at the supermarket. Jiffy Pop you shake on the stove. Coffee cans with keys. Coffee percolators on the stove.
Metal ice cube trays. Defrosting the freezer with a turkey baster and a yardstick. Yardsticks with furniture store names and logos. Yardsticks.
Susan B. Anthony dollars. Sacagawea dollars. $2 bills.
Writing letters. Postage stamps you lick. Envelopes you lick. S&H green stamps.
Cotton diapers. Rectal thermometers. Bar soap. Portable bubble hair dryers with the carrying strap. Wearing curlers to bed.
Metal keys for hotel rooms. Winding a wrist watch. Tonka trucks made of steel. Styrofoam boxes at McDonald's. Rubbers -- the ones that go over your shoes.
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Copyright 2005, Paul Harris
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Some more that were not included in the print version of this column:
K-Tel collections of "the original hits by the original artists!"
Car radios with an analog tuner dial.
Mailboxes in the neighborhood.
Finally, three that aren't generational, but are indicative of the post-9/11 world we all live in: Going to the airport gate to meet someone. Going to the top of the Statue Of Liberty. Going to the World Trade Center.
Also, one more that is interesting
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first "lost generation" nor today's lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks when they were just building blocks and gave Malibu Barbie crewcuts with safety scissors that never really cut. We collected Garbage Pail Kids and Cabbage Patch Kids and My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels and He-Man action figures and thought She-Ra looked just a little bit like I would when I was a woman. Big Wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to go, and sidewalk chalk was all you needed to build a city. Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough for you to play in. With your pink portable tape player, Debbie Gibson sang back up to you and everyone wanted a skirt like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's. Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Springsteen and the Bangles perfectly and have no idea why. We recite lines with the Ghostbusters and still look to the Goonies for a great adventure.
We flip through T.V. stations and stop at the A-Team and Punky Brewster and "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?" We hold strong affections for The Muppets and The Gummy Bears and why did they take the Smurfs off the air? After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families, the Pokka Dot Door was nothing like Barney, and aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated?
We are the ones who still read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, Beverly Clearly and Judy Blume, Richard Scarry and the Electric Company. Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship pins went on shoes - preferably hightopVelcro Reeboks - and pegged jeans were in, as were Units belts and layered socks and jean jackets and jams and charm bracelets and side pony tails and just tails. Rave was a girl's best friend; braces with colored rubberbands made you cool. The backdoor was always open and Mom served only red Kool-Aid to the neighborhood kids - never drank New Coke.
Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours. All you needed to be was a princess with high heels and an apron; Sit 'n' Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop; Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone. In your Underoos, you were Wonder Woman or Spiderman or R2D2 and in your treehouse you were king.
In the Eighties, nothing was wrong. Did you know the president was shot? Star Wars was not a movie. Did you ever play in a bomb shelter? Did you see the Challenger explode or feed the homeless man down the street? We forgot Vietnam and watched Tiananman's Square on CNN and bought pieces of the Berlin wall at the store. AIDS was not the number one killer in the United States. We didn't start the fire, Billy Joel. In the Eighties, we re-definied the American Dream, and those years re-defined us. We are the generation inbetween strife and facing strife and not burning our backs. The eighties may have made us idealistic, but it is not idealism that will push us to be passed on to our children - the first children of the twenty-first century. Never forget we are the children of the Eighties!!"
Goodnight.
ANDREA
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Put the right letters together and make a better day
above lyrics from "Alphabet Street" by Prince
Where to begin? The beginning sounds like a nice place.
--We blew ass last night at trivia. I should have trusted beaver on one question, but I reasoned it out differently, as did everyone else. Sorry Beav. You got the one question wrong, and I got this one wrong. We're even. That's what happens when our secret weapon, Joe, isn't there.
--We celebrated Toni's birthday yesterday. The cake was totally yum. Saturday we're going to Pueblo Solis, a movie, and Absolutli Goosed (a martini bar). Should be fun.
--Game 1 of the NLCS tonight. Don't call me. I won't answer.
--I'm totally fukkin' stoked about NIN. It's going to be great.
--We have a new 2nd guitar player in the Whore. He's awesome, from what I hear. I have yet to meet him.
--I'm expanding my Budweiser "Real Men of Genius/Real American Heroes" collection. If anyone has any mp3s of these, give me a list.
I really thought I had more to say. Oh well, at least I updated.
AMF,
Andrea
Pretty sounds --> John Fogarty - "Center Field"
Where to begin? The beginning sounds like a nice place.
--We blew ass last night at trivia. I should have trusted beaver on one question, but I reasoned it out differently, as did everyone else. Sorry Beav. You got the one question wrong, and I got this one wrong. We're even. That's what happens when our secret weapon, Joe, isn't there.
--We celebrated Toni's birthday yesterday. The cake was totally yum. Saturday we're going to Pueblo Solis, a movie, and Absolutli Goosed (a martini bar). Should be fun.
--Game 1 of the NLCS tonight. Don't call me. I won't answer.
--I'm totally fukkin' stoked about NIN. It's going to be great.
--We have a new 2nd guitar player in the Whore. He's awesome, from what I hear. I have yet to meet him.
--I'm expanding my Budweiser "Real Men of Genius/Real American Heroes" collection. If anyone has any mp3s of these, give me a list.
I really thought I had more to say. Oh well, at least I updated.
AMF,
Andrea
Pretty sounds --> John Fogarty - "Center Field"
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thing
Above lyrics from "Midwest Swing" by Nelly
I'm on a local kick lately. I was looking online and found these facts about our hometown. St. Louis may not be as stupid and unimpressive as some of you may think.
Congrats to the St. Louis Cardinals for winning the NLDS. They now go to the NLCS to face either Atlanta (fingers crossed) or Houston (boooo! hiss!!!). I congratulate them, knowing full well that they don't read my blog, but who cares.
The bonfire last night was really quite a good time!
HAUNTED HOUSE NEWS:
Date : Monday, October 17, 2005
Place to Meet : My Place (2833 Innsbruck) Call for directions!
Time : We are leaving at 8 pm. Please be here by 7:30 or 7:45. If you need us to wait, let me know
What Haunted Houses : Silo-X, The Crematory, and the Creature (all for 20 dollars)
EVERYONE IS WELCOME! I'm gonna need drivers though, as I can't fit everyone in my car.
Contact me if you'd like to drive. If no one volunteers, we're SOL.
I think that's about it. I now return you to your regularly scheduled life, already in progress.
MUSIC --> Moby "Flower"
I'm on a local kick lately. I was looking online and found these facts about our hometown. St. Louis may not be as stupid and unimpressive as some of you may think.
- The cocktails, Planter's Punch and Tom Collins, were invented at a St. Louis hotel, the Planter's House
- The custom of placing chocolates on hotel pillows begins here when the actor Cary Grant stayed at the Mayfair and used chocolate to woo a woman friend
- The first Jewish congregation west of the Mississippi was founded here as was the first library west of the Mississippi
- The Missouri Botanical Garden is among the top three botanical gardens in the world
- The first ironclad boat was built by James Buchanan Eads in the Port of St. Louis. Eads also invented the diving bell to salvage steamboat wrecks from the Mississippi River and built the first bridge using steel truss construction - the 1874 Eads Bridge
- St. Louis offers more free, major visitor attractions than anyplace outside of the nation's capital, including the Saint Louis Art Museum, Saint Louis Zoo, Cahokia Mounds, Museum of Westward Expansion, St. Louis Science Center, Missouri History Museum, Anheuser-Busch Brewery, Grant's Farm and more
- The first kindergarten in the U.S. was founded in St. Louis by Susan Blow
- Peanut Butter was invented here
- St. Louis was the first American city to host the Olympic Games (1904)
- The Mercury, Gemini and Apollo space capsules were built in St. Louis by McDonnell Douglas - now Boeing
- The world's first skyscaper - Louis Sullivan's Wainwright Building - was built in St. Louis
- Charles Lindbergh flew mail routes into St. Louis and named his plane "Spirit of St. Louis" to thank the businessmen who provided financial backing for his solo Atlantic flight in 1927
- The nation's first interstate highway was constructed here
- The Gateway Arch - at 630 feet - is the nation's tallest man-made monument
- The Mississippi River runs 2,350 miles from Lake Itasca in Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico. The word "Mississippi" comes from the Anishinabe people (Ojibwe Indians). They called the river "Messipi" which means "Big River"
- The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers maintains a navigation channel nine feet deep in the center of the river
- St. Louis was the site of the demonic possession incident that inspired the book, and later the movie, "The Exorcist"
- The ice cream cone and iced tea were both invented at the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis
- St. Louis was once the largest shoe-manufacturing center in the world -- home of Buster Brown and other famous brands
- The largest collection of mosaic art in the world graces the walls and ceilings at the Cathedral Basilica of Saint Louis in the Central West End neighborhood
- St. Louis is home to the oldest institution of higher learning west of the Mississippi River - Saint Louis University
- Hawken Rifles and Murphy wagons, used by the western pioneers, were made in St. Louis
- The soft drink Dr Pepper was introduced at the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis and 7-Up also was invented in St. Louis
- The first lung cancer operation was performed in St. Louis
- St. Louisans consume more barbecue sauce per capita than any other city in America
- Delmar Boulevard was named after the states Delaware and Maryland
- Berlin Avenue was changed to Pershing Avenue during World War I due to anti-german sentinent
Congrats to the St. Louis Cardinals for winning the NLDS. They now go to the NLCS to face either Atlanta (fingers crossed) or Houston (boooo! hiss!!!). I congratulate them, knowing full well that they don't read my blog, but who cares.
The bonfire last night was really quite a good time!
HAUNTED HOUSE NEWS:
Date : Monday, October 17, 2005
Place to Meet : My Place (2833 Innsbruck) Call for directions!
Time : We are leaving at 8 pm. Please be here by 7:30 or 7:45. If you need us to wait, let me know
What Haunted Houses : Silo-X, The Crematory, and the Creature (all for 20 dollars)
EVERYONE IS WELCOME! I'm gonna need drivers though, as I can't fit everyone in my car.
Contact me if you'd like to drive. If no one volunteers, we're SOL.
I think that's about it. I now return you to your regularly scheduled life, already in progress.
MUSIC --> Moby "Flower"
Saturday, October 08, 2005
And if the cloud bursts,thunder in your ear.You shout and no one seems to hear.And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
You know, sometimes people have to get a reality check to see the big picture. Never in my life have I felt more stifled. Never in my life have I been forced to censor myself and my thoughts and words in order to please the masses. Never in my life have I felt more alone in a group of people. It's like I'm screaming and everyone is just sitting there, not caring about what I have to say.
Well, I'm tired. Tired of having to second guess myself. Tired of having to live my life in the way that others see fit. And I'm not just talking about blogworld. I'm talking about in general. I've had to bite my tongue on numerous occasions, in order to keep the peace. I've had to swallow a lot of what I wanted to say and no one should be subjected to that, ever.
What I wrote yesterday is now gone into the internet trashcan where all the bad things go. But was it really a bad thing? Well, yes, according to certain censors and critics. I don't see that I did anything wrong, but oft times, I guess I do and I'm just too stubborn to see it. Maybe I need a break.
I do need a break from Bugjuice. I need some time to evaulate things from afar. I am not leaving the group. I repeat, I am not leaving the group. I am not abandoning anyone. I'm certainly not being a bad friend (and the next person to accuse me of that is going to get me very angry). I will still maintain a presence on the forum and in the blogs. However, I will not be hanging out at small gatherings. The haunted house stuff (which people need to get back to me on. I need a headcount) and NIN are exceptions. Other than that, don't expect to see me around very much throughout the rest of the month. I need some time to be myself.
I love and respect each and every one of you. This trial separation is going to be hard. However, if it makes your lives better, than I am willing to step away for a bit, to give you guys the peace that you so desire. And it will be beneficial for me, for I will be able to really sit back and watch, as a silent observer. I will also be able to not be afraid to be myself, at least for a little while. Enjoy the silence while you can. I'll be back November 1. Hopefully this separation can change us all a little bit, for the better.
I leave you with one final thought. All of us really need to ponder this one. It comes from one of my favourite Rolling Stones songs.
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you may find, you get what you need."
I love you all and hope this separation proves positive.
HIZZY
Music - "Narayan" by the Prodigy
You know, sometimes people have to get a reality check to see the big picture. Never in my life have I felt more stifled. Never in my life have I been forced to censor myself and my thoughts and words in order to please the masses. Never in my life have I felt more alone in a group of people. It's like I'm screaming and everyone is just sitting there, not caring about what I have to say.
Well, I'm tired. Tired of having to second guess myself. Tired of having to live my life in the way that others see fit. And I'm not just talking about blogworld. I'm talking about in general. I've had to bite my tongue on numerous occasions, in order to keep the peace. I've had to swallow a lot of what I wanted to say and no one should be subjected to that, ever.
What I wrote yesterday is now gone into the internet trashcan where all the bad things go. But was it really a bad thing? Well, yes, according to certain censors and critics. I don't see that I did anything wrong, but oft times, I guess I do and I'm just too stubborn to see it. Maybe I need a break.
I do need a break from Bugjuice. I need some time to evaulate things from afar. I am not leaving the group. I repeat, I am not leaving the group. I am not abandoning anyone. I'm certainly not being a bad friend (and the next person to accuse me of that is going to get me very angry). I will still maintain a presence on the forum and in the blogs. However, I will not be hanging out at small gatherings. The haunted house stuff (which people need to get back to me on. I need a headcount) and NIN are exceptions. Other than that, don't expect to see me around very much throughout the rest of the month. I need some time to be myself.
I love and respect each and every one of you. This trial separation is going to be hard. However, if it makes your lives better, than I am willing to step away for a bit, to give you guys the peace that you so desire. And it will be beneficial for me, for I will be able to really sit back and watch, as a silent observer. I will also be able to not be afraid to be myself, at least for a little while. Enjoy the silence while you can. I'll be back November 1. Hopefully this separation can change us all a little bit, for the better.
I leave you with one final thought. All of us really need to ponder this one. It comes from one of my favourite Rolling Stones songs.
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you may find, you get what you need."
I love you all and hope this separation proves positive.
HIZZY
Music - "Narayan" by the Prodigy
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I'm talkin' baseball, baseball in St. Lou
above lyrics from Terry Cashman's "Talkin' Baseball (St. Louis version).
Yep, it's red and it shall remain that way until the postseason is over. And in the Cardinals' case, that is probably going to be game 7 of the World Series, when we win it all. I'm not making any apologies, I love my Cardinals.
Game 1 vs. San Diego - STL 9 SD 5
Game 2 vs. San Diego - STL 6 SD 2
This year I will be hosting several watch parties should the Cardinals make it to the World Series. If you don't like baseball, don't bother coming, because we aren't changing the channel. You can come after the game.
Hmmm...what else?
The Bugjuice Trivia Team has made fantastic strides at Tuesday Night Trivia. Our team ranges from 5-10 people every week. People have really been showing up and participating. On Tuesday, we had our best finish ever -- we won 3 gift certificates! I am one proud team captain. And everyone is getting along at trivia, the vibe and cohesiveness is really exceptional. We have some of the smartest trivia minds ever assembled in one place. People get pissed off when we win, and we're finally starting to be seen as a threat by some of the other teams. And we rock at thinking up creative team names. So good job to everyone! *clap clap*
For those of you who don't visit the forum, there's a bonfire @ Yoda's on Saturday. It's going to be a tremendously good time. If you'd like to go, let me know and I'll get clearance from Yoda. All the cool kids are gonna be there. Don't know why I'm invited, if that's the case.
I have one teeny thing to complain about -- goddamn you fuckers like to eat. I had people over on Sunday and y'all ate me out of house and home. It's okay though. I'd rather feed them than see them starve. I'd hate to see my boys wither away to skin and bones.
I'd like to address something that went down in my presence at my apartment this past Sunday evening. If you weren't there, this doesn't concern you. If I say something is okay at my house, then it is okay. It is not grounds to leave, especially since you've never had a problem with it in the past. Let me break it down for you -- there was some marijuana use going on in my bedroom by two people on Sunday night. Now, the Adult Swimmers and I have a deal. If I don't feel like smelling pot while I'm watching TV, then they are to go in the bedroom, close the door, open the window, and burn incense. If I say it's okay, they can smoke in the living room. However, they didn't even ask. THey went straight into the bedroom and shut the door, out of respect for everyone else there who dind't want to be exposed to it. I commend them for this. Someone got wind that there were people smoking pot in my room and left, without so much as talking to me about it or voicing their concerns. If it were heroin or coke or anything else, I wouldn't allow it in my home at all. Pot is a natural plant that grows in the fucking dirt. I don't do it, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna tell anyone else what they can/can't do. There have been times when I've said, "I'd rather you didn't smoke here at all" and my request was heeded and respected. I just really wish, person who left in a huff, that you would have discussed it with me before you left. And think next time, cigarettes and alcohol are worse than pot. No one has ever died from smoking pot, getting diseases I mean. So don't pull this with me. I invited you to be nice and to give you a fun time, and you fucking leave. I was highly offended and a bit upset that you didn't even come talk to me about it. If you just would have talked to me, I could have put a stop to it on your behalf. I do have control over my home in that way. And my friends respect me enough to understand.
Wow, this turned into a very hostile blog entry. Don't know how that happened. Oh well.
Go cardinals! Let's bring the World Series banner over to the new house and have a celebration in '06.
ANDREA
Music --> Keep Their Heads Ringin' by Dr. Dre
Yep, it's red and it shall remain that way until the postseason is over. And in the Cardinals' case, that is probably going to be game 7 of the World Series, when we win it all. I'm not making any apologies, I love my Cardinals.
Game 1 vs. San Diego - STL 9 SD 5
Game 2 vs. San Diego - STL 6 SD 2
This year I will be hosting several watch parties should the Cardinals make it to the World Series. If you don't like baseball, don't bother coming, because we aren't changing the channel. You can come after the game.
Hmmm...what else?
The Bugjuice Trivia Team has made fantastic strides at Tuesday Night Trivia. Our team ranges from 5-10 people every week. People have really been showing up and participating. On Tuesday, we had our best finish ever -- we won 3 gift certificates! I am one proud team captain. And everyone is getting along at trivia, the vibe and cohesiveness is really exceptional. We have some of the smartest trivia minds ever assembled in one place. People get pissed off when we win, and we're finally starting to be seen as a threat by some of the other teams. And we rock at thinking up creative team names. So good job to everyone! *clap clap*
For those of you who don't visit the forum, there's a bonfire @ Yoda's on Saturday. It's going to be a tremendously good time. If you'd like to go, let me know and I'll get clearance from Yoda. All the cool kids are gonna be there. Don't know why I'm invited, if that's the case.
I have one teeny thing to complain about -- goddamn you fuckers like to eat. I had people over on Sunday and y'all ate me out of house and home. It's okay though. I'd rather feed them than see them starve. I'd hate to see my boys wither away to skin and bones.
I'd like to address something that went down in my presence at my apartment this past Sunday evening. If you weren't there, this doesn't concern you. If I say something is okay at my house, then it is okay. It is not grounds to leave, especially since you've never had a problem with it in the past. Let me break it down for you -- there was some marijuana use going on in my bedroom by two people on Sunday night. Now, the Adult Swimmers and I have a deal. If I don't feel like smelling pot while I'm watching TV, then they are to go in the bedroom, close the door, open the window, and burn incense. If I say it's okay, they can smoke in the living room. However, they didn't even ask. THey went straight into the bedroom and shut the door, out of respect for everyone else there who dind't want to be exposed to it. I commend them for this. Someone got wind that there were people smoking pot in my room and left, without so much as talking to me about it or voicing their concerns. If it were heroin or coke or anything else, I wouldn't allow it in my home at all. Pot is a natural plant that grows in the fucking dirt. I don't do it, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna tell anyone else what they can/can't do. There have been times when I've said, "I'd rather you didn't smoke here at all" and my request was heeded and respected. I just really wish, person who left in a huff, that you would have discussed it with me before you left. And think next time, cigarettes and alcohol are worse than pot. No one has ever died from smoking pot, getting diseases I mean. So don't pull this with me. I invited you to be nice and to give you a fun time, and you fucking leave. I was highly offended and a bit upset that you didn't even come talk to me about it. If you just would have talked to me, I could have put a stop to it on your behalf. I do have control over my home in that way. And my friends respect me enough to understand.
Wow, this turned into a very hostile blog entry. Don't know how that happened. Oh well.
Go cardinals! Let's bring the World Series banner over to the new house and have a celebration in '06.
ANDREA
Music --> Keep Their Heads Ringin' by Dr. Dre
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