Numbers Are FUN!

I think one of the things I like doing with the blog is watching the “Activity” rating go up w/ more postings and viewings. I kind of wonder what the formula is to make that number change. But I only wonder long enough to type that sentence. I honestly don’t care anymore.

You *have* to hear about Bryan Siebers’s car wreck. It is a tale too unbelieveable to be relayed 3rd-person. I will just give you the vital, “stay calm” details: his shitty Saturn was totaled, no one involved in the accident was seriously hurt (ie, not even any trips to the hospital).

I have recently become involved in some serious number-crunching projects @ work. While they keep a man busy and can be interesting from an investigation-skills standpoint, it quickly gets tiring to stare at numbers on the screen. So frequent breaks are in order.

I put up a new banner on the soloshootsfirst homepage, but you might not be able to see the image too clearly on a shitty monitor (like the one I have at work). I can see it just fine at home, so…

So yeah. Lemme know if something exciting happens.

Top Three

Totally forgot:

I want you to tell me what the Top Three records of 2004 were. I don’t even think I listened to 3 records that were made in 2004 this year. Well, I probably did, but I’d have to think about it. All I can tell you is my #1 is Modest Mouse – Good News for People Who Love Bad News. That record fucking rocks people’s socks off. I told Wordy it’s in my Top Five of the 21st century.

So yeah, either comment on this post with your Top Three, or email em to me…


So the other day I sat down to watch the extended edition of Return of the King (final installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, in case you need to know).

The movie was ungodly long to begin with, then they added enough additional footage to make it The Longest Movie of All Time Anywhere In Movie-Seeing? World. Two people could sit down, one to watch ROTK, the other to watch the Back to the Future trilogy, and the first person could join the second mid-way through the second person’s last movie. I mean the mother is long. Four hours of long.

I watched the last Lord of the Rings flick the least of all of them. I saw it once in the theater, once when it first hit DVD, and this was the third time. Compare that to the 5 times and 4 times I saw Fellowship and Two Towers IN THE THEATER, respectively.

I have to admit it. I have watched ROTK three times now, and never seen it all the way through. I dozed for 15-20 minutes the first two times, and I napped for like, I dunno, 30 or so this latest time. Some of you will think that makes me a bad person. Some of you really… won’t care.

This really doesn’t fall into the “confession” category, but here’s the facts, Jack:
I am down to the wire, finding-a-date-for-Jen-and-Joe’s-wedding-wise. It’s like…. 3 months and a week away. I figure you need to be dating a girl for a good two months before you ask her to go to a wedding with you which all your relatives are attending. Three would be better. But anyway.
I meet like, 0 women a year. The women I meet are my friends’ girlfriends and people at work. Difficult to date at best.
I may have to resort to some unorthodox methods to find a potential mate. That’s right — I’m talking internet. *sighs* I’m kind of at a loss.

OK, other things to do…

How About That Now

Hey check this out, eh? Back in full tiki effect.

Thanks to a visit from Joe Mundschau on Saturday, the groupware version of soloshootsfirst is totally operational again. That means you can see all the stuff in the archives, you can look at pictures, and I can blog easier. All these things good in my book.

And hey — you registered folk can post comments as well.

Today Joe and I took a ride to his sister’s place in Stevens Point to pick up a trailer and some furniture and stuff. It was a pretty painless trip, and now I’m watching this defensive struggle in Foxboro.

Last evening, we went out to dinner at Mario’s with the Poquettes and Karla. Karla’s birthday is today, so she, Joe, Knitt, and I went out to Peabody’s later on as well. We drank em out of Guinness and Knitt drank a ton of O.J. We had a good time overall.

Yee-hah, got the day off tomorrow, so I’m probably gonna end up doing laundry and some other ’round the house crap.

OK, off to put up some new pictures in the digital gallery…


Wednesday night, Knitt was due to come over for Alias. For those of you who may have fallen behind, I recently watched the three previous seasons and the 4th just started on ABC.

So, it’s 8 PM Central on Wednesday night, and first off, lemme say that I could run with a tangent about how the networks are running shows now a bit off the hour schedules, like Alias actually started at something like 8:03 or whatever, and that pisses me off, but I sit down to watch the show, and still no Knitt, so I started the computer to tape it as well.

First commercial break comes and goes, still no Joe, and I’m watchin, and then the door buzzes, so I dash down the stairs to get him, and I’ll all, “What the hell are you doing? You’re late!” And he’s like, “I know!” and so we run back up the stairs, and goddammit all to hell, I locked myself out of the farking apartment.

First thing that crosses my mind: well we’re gonna miss the show. Not “how I am gonna get back in the apartment?” I was concerned first and foremost with Alias.

But anyway, after a trip back to Joe’s place and then to my building again, I knocked on the door of my neighbors John and Steph, since I figured they would have A) a phone, and B) the number of the emergency contact guy, which John reminded me was stenciled on the door. So I left the guy a message and then Knitt and I sat in their place for like nearly an hour waiting for someone to call back. John and Steph were watching the third season of the Sopranos. I drank a can of High Life Light.

So finally, it’s like 10 after 10 or so, and the scruffy lookin key guy shows up. Joe and I are standing there with him while he monkeys with the door, and he’s tryin all these keys, and stick-n-no-turn, and stick-n-crank, and no turn, and try another one, and then finally he says to me, after like 10 minutes of this “Uh, they gave me the wrong keys, I’m gonna have to wait for the guy to bring me the right set.”


So the guy goes back downstairs or whatever, now Joe and I are just sitting around next to my door waiting, and we noticed that Key Guy busted one off in the deadbolt of my door, so that was cool, and finally it’s about quarter to 11 and we get let back in. Fan. Tastic.

Well, good thing I was taping the show, and I asked Joe if he wanted to stay and watch it right away, we agreed we’d just watch the next night instead. Before I went to bed, though, I wanted to at least check out the recording I’d done, and I was quite pissed to see that I TAPED THE WRONG DAMNED CHANNEL.

I dunno what happened, cuz I flipped it on the ‘puter, but maybe I forgot to hit ‘enter’ after the number or something, but either way, instead of Alias, I had almost 3 hours of high school basketball.

All I wanted to do was watch Alias.

So thank god for the internet, because I was able to go online and download the episode, and by the time it was morning, I had it, and Joe and I successfully watched the show on Thursday night without commericals or anything. We had weinie wraps and beans for dinner. No harm no foul I guess, but after this fiasco, I am putting three people in addition to myself in possession of my keys.


Sorry for not getting back early in the week here, but as I said: I was watching Alias. I’m finished now. Completely. I’m all caught up. Eagerly ready to watch this week’s ep.

If you saw the Packers game on Sunday, you didn’t need to. It was over in the first ten minutes and they deserve what they got, y’ask me. Some things need to change around the organization to get them back to an elite standing in the NFL. They’ve been living and dying by Brett’s arm since the last time they went to the Super Bowl, so what does that say about the rest of the team? That’s all I’ll say about that for a while.

My jazz station is down today, kind of a bummer. I’m listening to movie scores instead, and this station is all about John Williams.

Car didn’t want to start again on Monday morning, and hasn’t since. And I just realized it’s only Tuesday. That’s fabulous.

I some more room in my work area again (I think I’ve mentioned this?) so I should bring some stuff in to hang up again.

This is a fairly unexciting day. Please consult other areas of the Internet for interesting topics and email me with your opinions.

Nice Work

For those of you who have been held in suspense since earlier in the day, the car started in the work parking lot today, both at lunch and after work.

I’m impressed with myself for finishing the majority of my daily lists while I’m at work or at home. Today I wiped out 4 of 6 items. I am having a problem at home, though: it’s called Alias.

Knitt lent me the first two seasons of the show just before Christmas, cuz it seems like I should enjoy it, and the 4th season just started this week on ABC — I wanted to “catch up” and watch this year. I still have quite a way to go, but if I keep up on this rate of six episodes a night, I should be there pretty soon. But, y’know, there’s four and half hours right there, so I’m not getting a lot done in the evenings at home at this point.

I would write more or start making some sense, but, to be honest, I’m watchin Alias, so…