So many great games out there. So little time to play. Lee tells me about Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic and how great it is, how I should play it; however, I’m pretty sure that I’ll never finish it.
On Saturday, tho, the Heavens and the Earth will collide in an EPIC moral battle beyond all expectations. No-Pants Santa’s gonna be there.
–SnoopyKiss wants somebody to love. Don’t you want somebody to love?
Too many things have happened since I’ve last posted for me to describe in any great length, so here’s the 5 minute ramblings:
There are those things that you can shake off, given enough time and perseverance. They’re usually things pertaining to your ego, identity or self-esteem. However, there are things that you hear or see that stay with you. Things that you keep replaying in your mind in such a way that it does nothing to invoke a deep sense of helplessness upon you.
Hearing that Charles, my nephew, is in the hospital after undergoing epileptic seizures is one of them.
I got the message from my mom today, and immediately called her back.
Apparently, he went through some last night, was sent home from the hospital
a few hours later, and then started having some more again. They had a
pediatrician come in and he said that Charles is hitting puberty, and this
sometimes happens. Never heard of that before, but Hey…he’s the one that
knows children better than me.
I’m still in shock over everything, as this is the first immediate family
emergency I’ve experienced (Grandparents excluded). I’m sure that he’ll be
ok, but there’s always that off-kilter feeling you get after hearing news
like this.
What makes this all the more creepy for me is that I was thinking about his
yesterday and how I’d enjoy having him come to Dallas and we could spend some more time together.
— Tommy just wants everything to be OK.
My friends say the darndest things. Thankfully, I usually have enough sense to capture them down and the put them on the internet.
Now the latest quotes are updated at the top:
WARNING: This post links to some pretty graphic stuff. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
A while back, a friend of mine, Matt Musselman told an interesting story about how he was searching through some porn one day and came across one of his X-girlfriends. Pretty shocking, mind you. Well, I got curious enough that I asked him if I could see it “Do a Google on 132991.jpg. She’s the one in the middle.”
Not too shabby, I realized. So, I started poking around (pun intended) some of the other pics … and came across 132980.jpg. That’s when my jaw dropped.
**FLASHBACK**
When I went to Tulane and all of the dorm rooms had ethernet connections to them, it was awesome. Except that I didn’t have a computer that could make use of that (Stupid Packard Bell)…so, I had to bum off of other people. This one time, I went to a friend’s dorm who had the almighty Internet connected to his computer and after bugging him for a while, he gave in and showed me how Internet porn works… (wow, I wonder how many hits I’ll get from saying the word “porn”. There, I did it again.)
This first post we went to talked about these girls sunbathing nude at their dorm room and these guys that started taking pictures of them and they invited them back to their room to take more pictures of them.
**BACK FLASH**
You’re getting the picture by now, aren’t ya? Yup. My Virgin Internet Porn Experience was from Matt’s X-girlfriend. We later exchanged notes and determined that it happened not too longer after their breakup. Wow. Thankfully, we’re at the stage in our lives where we can laugh at that.
Unfortunately, I can’t find the original chat session where it started, but here’s a transcript of him and another friend named Matt talking about it.
LOL…it still cracks me up.
Bonsoir tout la monde,
A heck of a lot has been going on since last I posted. US has gone into war, Melissa and I took a vacation around Texas, my B-day, lotsa lotsa working. I could write about it all for a while, and I might but I’ve been trying to take care of the basics.
And on the basics, I just finished watching an amazing Mini-series called “Band of Brothers”. It’s an HBO original mini-series about the Easy Company for WWII and their experiences. It’s directed very similarly to Saving Private Ryan, but is about some of the paratroopers (who I’ve been told on a separate occassion, have an average life expectancy of less than a minute.) Anyway, it seriously moved me and although I cannot say that I now oppose war at all costs, I now have a lot of respect for anyone that has seen combat and the catastrophic result it has on the people in the thick of it and those that never even pick up a gun. May God keep us safe and at peace for as long as we all shall live.
On a very fulfilling sidenote, I think that I’ve found my place in life. People spend years, decades in search of their “perfect job” I think I’m there. Currently, I’m developing tools for Nortel that are taking a lot of the manual configuration out of the picture and creating a web interface for it. I’m now at the point where some of my co-workers are using the tool and thank me in the hall for doing it. How rare and awesome of an experience is that? I’ve also received an Intenuity award from my senior management, so my name’s getting around! 🙂
Here’s to living the Good Life.
The above conversation was an excerpt from a conversation I had with a drunk kid one recent Sunday morning when I told him that I told him I graduated from Tulane. (where he was studying) I then told him that he was a long way from home. Drunk people amuse me. At least the ones you find at Denny’s and IHOP at 1-2 AM. Having had a relative killed by a drunk driver, that is about the extent of my tollerance of them. Oh yeah, and then there was that time where Evil Roommate Steve was so drunk that he got me laughing because he was so loony. At one point he turned to me as he was sprawled out on the couch and said, Hey Tommy. What? PHART. In some sort of dumb male way, it was really funny. But not as funny as Whataburgerwhat? Heh Heh. On a less than humerous note, the growing tension surrounding Iraq and N. Korea. Part of the US is Pro-Peace, and part is Anti-Saddam. I don’t know where I stand yet. I think that a peaceful resolution would be to the benefit of the world, but how? And what can I do to help? As I drove by downtown Dallas last night, looking at the skyline, I turned to it and said, “Don’t go anywhere…ever.” I’d hate for one of the building in Dallas to be destroyed and then replaced by a less than practical solution. Peace Out! (And I mean it)Tommy.
One of the traits I feel I’m blessed with is the ability to laugh as most any situation. This comes especially in handy with bad movies. I’m not talking about Bad Movies like, “Waterworld” or “Toys“, but BADDDDD MOVIES like, “Jack Frost 2: Revent of the Mutant Killer Snowman“, “Tromeo and Julliet“, or “Jason X“. The “straight to video” movies.
I think that watching these movies opens up your mind and soul for a new type of experience and sensation. One where your mind’s third eye is opened and and aware to new way of being and life…then stabbed by a runaway killer zombie who used to be a simple farmer, but turned the wrong way in the cornfield and decided to examine that mysterious puddle of goo coming out of the smoldering rock that wasn’t there yesterday. If you’ve ever seen “Teenage Catgirls in Heat“, then you know what I’m talking about.
Last night, I prepared myself for another ones of these experiences when Lee and I were exploring Movie Trading Company and he found this one flick, “The Specials“. The tagline is: “Not as good as regular superheroes, but slightly better than you.”. It has Thomas Haden Church (Lowell from Wings), Rob Lowe, and one of my new favorite actors, “Sean Gunn” who plays Alien Orphan/Doug.
The movie opens with a quick monologue by one of The Specials’ biggest fans. She says that The Specials weren’t the “cool” group to like when she was in school. She then says “Screw that I liked Winger better than Bon Jovi, I still do!”
It has its slow moments, and it’s hilarious moments, but if you have an open mind, then I promise that after watching this movie, you shall reach a higher level of movie consciousness.
Buddah in the House, out.
New Years are always interesting times. Finding out that Dick Clark is still alive, people are coming off of the X-mas hussle and bussle, there are more drunks on the road, people are cheerier than X-mas, and of course, the opprotunity to clear off the slate and start new.
Interestingly enough, the gathering I was at for NYE didn’t turn on the TV until the very last minute of 2002 and ended up counting down the seconds in Spanish, because we didn’t have time to change the channel. Afterwards, they had a Spanish Ska band which was interest capturing.
I’m proud to say that I don’t feel as if I have anything that I need to wipe off, but do have some new directions I’d like to take my life. And although I am typically against resolutions, because I think that they don’t amount to nothing. This year, I’ve taken on some ones that I look forward to rather than feel would be a burden:
So far, the 2003 is going well. I spent Jan 1st taking two movies off of the Movie List, vegging out, waking up to the smell of cooking pancakes, played some disc golf and had some of the best hot dogs on Earth. All that an I’ve started to develop a taste for NPR, which I listened to.
Some of the things I think will happen next year is that I will have owned my house for two years. I will probably be roommateless for the first time in about 3 years. Lee will be graduating and probably move to some far away city. I’ll miss the guy. And I plan to install a hardwood dance floor downstairs. That’ll be fun.
But in the grand scheme of things, who knows what will happen. All I know is that I plan to enjoy it extensively. In the words of Roooth Acosta, “Bring It On!”
As many of you know, I own a Saturn Sports car, and love it profusely. I’ve been through a lot with it, and still hold it, like all things I care for, dear to my heart.
I took it to get checked out and as soon realized that I hadn’t eaten in a long time. After talking to one of the salesmen I asked if there was any place to eat in walking distance he offered to take me for a “test drive” and then we could go pick something up. Highly honored by this request, I still declined. He later came to me and said that they had “copious amounts of Wendy’s Chili” in the back. Not turning down FREE food, I went to the back and chilled out with the Saturn folk and saw my future car.
Mmm…Sky. Unfortunately, they’re only making about 1,500. So, I’ll have to be waiting outside the Saturn dealership line like I did for my PS2.
My stay at the dealership took a lot longer than I was told, so I wasn’t happy about that, but the free lunch allowed me to easily overlook that small setback.
Afterwards I went out swing dancing and I learned that pretty much no matter what mood I’m in, dancing will cheer me right up. Someone once told me, “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Since that doesn’t jive with my morals and beliefs, I’ve altered it to say, “is to dance with someone else.” It’s not nearly as catchy, but fits me quite well.
Y’all be good now, ya hear?!
