8/9

Devin and Marj got married on Saturday to much fanfare. It was a very nice day (despite some overcast skies and a little rain in the PM) and two people have rarely looked happier.

So there’s that.

Wordy and Mark traveled the furthest (I believe) in order to be here over the weekend, and their presence was heartily enjoyed. Great to have ‘the band back together,’ as it were.

On Sunday, the Poquettes, Lorch & Jamie, and I all went down to the Wordell residence in Menomonee Falls for a slightly early birthday celebration for Wordy. That was also nice. As the evening wore on, we played Trivial Pursuit (the 20th anniversary edition) which Kevin and Amanda won. By the time we were finally leaving it was 11 PM. Kevin was good enough to give me a ride home.

I noticed something (or rather, finally wrote something down which has been all too obvious for far too long) during the course of the reception cleanup on Saturday night: I have a serious problem that involves the humming, whistling, or softly mumbling the refrain of “Turning Japanese” by the Vapors almost constantly. I can’t be certain whether anyone else has noticed this issue, but it’s probably safe to say that, having had it spelled out in black and white on the internet, more people will be aware of it in the days and weeks to come.

I feel a bit like Dickens today.

If I had some means to take a digital photo right now, I would show you the fruits of my effort to create a brand new party game that you can play at home: DVD Jenga.

The rules are simple, but the game does require a collection of no fewer than 120 DVDs. Stack the DVDs (in their cases) face up, one on top of the other, as high as possible without knocking the tower over. For the first 20-40, this seems like a simple, straightforward, and boring game. But very soon, it becomes exceedingly compelling as you’re able to place fewer and fewer cases on the stack at once, and holy hell is it a blast when the whole mother topples over.

I won the game with 93 DVDs stacked.

I need to buy some cleaning supplies for the apartment, but their purchase will have to wait until the weekend.

I’m going to get some food now.

8/5

Lately (the last several days/entries) I’ve been writing this first thing when I get into work and before I get anything substantial done elsewhere. This may not be the best idea becuase at this point in the morning (8:30) I’m just a little cranky and lifeless because I had to get up (again) and I haven’t had but 4, 5, 6 sips of coffee so far. This is a disservice to you. Instead of giving you something substantial or insightful, I’m pissed off that I even have to write something.

Strides are being made, though; during the 69 Days, and several times before that, I would just blow you off.

I got a haircut yesterday evening at north side Cost Cutters next to Pick n Save.

Oooh, oohhh! Did I just get an email…???!

I’ve heard the incoming mail sound on one of my neighbor’s computers more often than before this week. So every time I do, I stop and check the eprompter and it’s typically unchanged. This story is demonstrative of the long days in summer. Pleasepleaseohplease let there be an email so I can do something.

Back to my haircut, though. Got the haircut and rented a shirt on the advice of Wordy @ the place next door there… what’s it called? Nedrebo’s, that’s it.

Also, OK, some of the coffee is kicking in a little now, I tried to watch Master & Commander last night, which was up for an Oscar for Best Picture last year, and OK, yes, it was very realistically done in relation to the other…. what would you call these movies? It’s not a pirate movie, cuz they weren’t pirates, but it’s a…. it’s a movie about boats. Whatever. So it was probably the most realistically portrayed movie of that sub-genre that I’ve seen, and I haven’t seen all that many of them I guess, but yeah: there were some very good bits in this flick.

The doctor on the ship was Russell Crowe’s imaginary friend in A Beautiful Mind too, yes? Yeah, that’s right.

OK, but *why* was the movie sooooo loooooong..?? Oh god it was long. And they were on the boat pretty much the whooooooooooooole time. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe that was it. But holy hell: I feel asleep at the 93-minute mark and then I woke up around 10 and went to bed.

I’ll give it another try, I’m just saying, this genre might not be my bag.

Was going to do a bunch of cleaning around the apartment yesterday, but realized that I didn’t have all the equipment I’d need.

First of all, I need to show you this, which used to be on Petters’s site, and did I mention that he is frighteningly near to getting that sucker back online? But, while you consider which of our two “Internet Communities” you’re going to commit full-time to, ask yourself this question: where has Nick been for the past year and a half?

Anyway, look at this link: http://www.funnyjunk.com/p/0435-jpg.html

I thought of looking at this equation again when I realized fairly recently that of all the women in my office (I am one of two males employed by the department, and the other works *maybe* 10 hours a week) can’t stand each other. If anyone ever asked directly, I’m sure accusations would be met with denial, but since I’m the only non-female and I really don’t rustle anyone’s feathers, I get to hear about everyone from everyone else. They make with the gossiping plenty! It’s probably the most unique work situation I’ve been in. I wonder if it’s like this wherever the estrogen is so thick in the air.

Last night I watched 6.2 episodes of ’24,’ completing the first season; I hadn’t watched that one, I got hooked in @ season #2. If you watch the show, you can appreciate how much more I hated that goddamned Nina Myers after watching this season. Oohhh, she was evil.

Anyway.

Yeah, I’m trying to coordinate the aquisition of a sofa from Jim Droste this week (by Thursday, so yeah, 2 days to go) in part so that when/if Wordell stays over on Saturday (which I expect he will) he has a place to sleep. I was gonna have Kevin help me out w/ it yesterday, but that fell through. I’m hoping to a similar program in motion on Thursday, but it’s time for Jim to ‘complete his training ,’ so time could be sticky.

I’m sure something’ll work out.

Meanwhile, I also need a haircut. I should go do that today. Yeah today, I won’t have time the rest of the week. Definitely today.

Sorry; this is boring. Have you looked at the files?

8/2

Thought I would just jot a few things down about what I did over the weekend and some plans for the week, since I don’t have a lot to say today.

Friday night I went to Louis Glasnap’s retirement party in Fond du Lac. It was funny because there were a bunch of people from work there, all out at the bar. When you’re at a bar with people from work, it’s a totally different atmosphere, because you say things like “fuck,” “shit,” and “balls,” without anyone getting offended.

After the retirement shindig I met up with a gaggle of people at the old Lizard Lounge (now called simply ‘The Lounge’) who, strangely enough, were also sort of from work. Marie (the HNIC of the front desk) was there with a bunch of her friends, and I had no idea that you can get tappers of Pabst (16oz.) for two bucks over there. Marie was pretty loaded and said “fuck” a lot. As I recall, she was particularly anxious for the cracker who was layin down some rhymes to “fuck off.”

Saturday I spent the majority of the day de-virusating Sarah & Dan’s computer, as well as finding an anti-virus system that would actually work on their machine. I said “fuck” a whole bunch of times that day.

Saturday night I went with Kevin to Eden to see the last 13 Walls gig ever. It was a good show. It was too bad Amanda and Kilian couldn’t come with us, too, but he was sleeping and his mom decided they’d just stay home. Kevin and I had four pitchers between the two of us, so I’m sure we said “fuck” several times. I know that I said it once after we got back to the house and were playing a video game and I spilled my beer on the rug.

Sunday morning I slept in a little on the Poquette’s couch, and Amanda made blueberry pancakes from scratch. They were pretty damn good. I held Kilian for a while, and by the time I put him down, both my arms were a little sore. He is getting big!

I got back to my house at about noon, then I watched a whole bunch of ’24’ on DVD before I took a ride to the cottage in Mt. Morris to drop off the computer and have dinner with Sarah & Dan. Dan and I said “fuck” a few times, but usually as an adjective (‘this steak is pretty fuckin good,’ for example).

I went to bed sort of late, and I had this weird dream that culminated in me beating the holy living hell out of one of my professors from Montana. When I woke up, I didn’t really feel like going in to work, but I went anyway.

I did mostly stuff that related to my Fin Aid counselor training (I think my boss is gonna get me on that very soon) and the only time I typed “fuck” was when I was describing the aforementioned dream to my friend Ben Leubner in an email.

That pretty much brings you up to speed. Don’t forget to look at the photos of Devin’s bachelor party. Thanks Fallon!

7/30

Funny how Internet monikers have become as personal and important as license plates or nicknames. I realized this when I scrolled through the user list on the site, and took note of how many people chose a username from the Internet: perhaps a Yahoo! or AOL ID, or whatever.

Cuz it’s gotten to where you just don’t think about it: of course, on a site with traffic/membership as low as mine, you could probably have your name for a username. But on the Internet, we just don’t tend to think of ourselves as “ourselves.” We wear our virtual identities like a mask, or a cape, or a badge.

If that makes sense.

Another thing? The well is dry: one of my problems is a lack of fresh material.

I was thinking the other day, as I talked at length with some people who’d never really met me before, that I am (generally) a big hit with new people, because they have never heard any of the jokes.

The issue is that it only takes about a week or two of my aquaintence before I run out of stuff, and then you’re back watching the same show you’ve seen 14 days ago, and the second time around it’s a big yawner.

I rhetorically question myself time to time on whether this forum (a blog) is good for positive growth or if it just breeds stagnation.

This is my second straight work week of a post per day. I’ll be at home for most of this weekend, so things could get scary, blog-wise.

Later I’m going to meet the VanDusers? on their way to the cottage in Mt. Morris so I can finish some devirusifying of their computer, which I worked on in part over the Internet earlier this week.

7/29

Things are always ch-ch-ch-changin’ when you have something new and exciting going in your everyday activities, whether it’s a new job, a new school, or in my case, a new residence.

Gone are the days of the laundry facilities right outside my bedroom door in the House That Dave Leased. I still have the laundry right outside the door, but now it costs a buck to wash, a buck to dry, and instead of sharing with one person, I share with seven. There are two of each, though.

But yeah, so there’s no change machine or anything in the laundry room, so you gots to haves your quarters. I haven’t had any for a while, and I took some clothes up north to wash a couple weeks ago, but earlier in the week, I got cash from the ATM, picked up 20 bucks in quarters at J&J’s Laundromat on Main & Scott, and so now I have a small collection of quarters in a dish at home, exclusively for use in the laundry.

It makes me sad that 20 dollars is only going to finish 10 loads.

I might have a plan, though: Droste has a washer and dryer in his apartment, which is fully subsidized by the University (since he’s a hall director, and all) and I have been invited to wash clothes there at my leisure. Make no mistake, I *will* take advantage.

The other plan, should the Droste machine be unavailable or inadequate, is to do the washing at home (a dollar’s a pretty good deal), and then load up the car to use the industrial-strength dryers up the street. Those suckers dry like mad, and you can buy 12 minutes at a time for a quarter. I can get the same bang for 50 or 75 cents down there that will cost me at least a buck at home. I am thinking all the time.

I didn’t finish my book yesterday and it’s starting to get frustrating. I just want it to be over. I wound up watching ’24’ instead of reading, and that was compelling, sure, but dammitall, why do I so easily give in to the temptation(s) of my innumerable entertainment options?

I got to work this morning at 7:42 (getting better at getting up on time in the AM; the last few days, I’ve woken first at 5:40, sans alarm) and as soon as I sat down, I remembered that I needed to buy more coffee. So I went on a run, I was back by 8, which, if you ask me, isn’t bad. There are days I read the paper in the bathroom longer than that.

Jim said I could have the couch in his apartment, so I want to get that taken care of as soon as I can. Getting some furniture is really going to start tying the room together. After the couch, I think I could use a rug.

Stay tuned for some of the highlights to come later in the week(end):
– the rebirth of polling on Jason’s site!
– the resurgence of the Interesting & the Factual?

7/28

Didn’t go in to work today, instead took the invite of Jim Droste to join him and Craig Peterson at the Packers stockholder meeting up in Green Bay. I still hadn’t seen the New Lambeau, so I took it as a golden opportunity.

It was pretty neat; getting to hear the report from Mike Sherman and all these other dudes you never hear about. Er, to be honest, most of them were boring, but it was still neat. Got to see the inside of the Resch Center (where the meeting was held) too.

After the “meeting” proper, everyone in attendance took a walk across the street to to the field, and we got to walk down the tunnel, see the stadium from the field, and meet Bob Harlan if we felt like it. It was a lot of waiting in the Sun, but the free ice cream afterwards made it worth it. I think it was about 2 when we left.

But yeah, things observed in Green Bay today:
The Brown County Arena has *GOT* to go. Next to the new Lambeau and the new Resch Center, that place is just an eyesore. Time to bulldoze and do something different.

The ‘Packer Zealots,’ as Jim calls them are certifiable. It’s cool and fun to be a football fan, but for God’s sake: it is JUST FOOTBALL. The assistant GM’s in line waiting to get into the stadium, still debating Tony Mandrich? Get a life, it happened 15 damn years ago.

I am going to finish my book yet this week. Oh, I will finish it.

7/27

I was reading a book tonight. Right now I’m eating pizza, but then I’m going to read some more.

For today, I will defer to my friends at The Internet. Enjoy.

7/26

7:20 PM, FRIDAY: Go to dinner w/ Mom @ Charcoal Pit. Decent, as usual, but need to find more places to go out for fish.

10:30 PM, FRIDAY: Arrive @ Ambassador to meet Joe, Raul, Steve, and Jared. Find out there are three different bachelor parties that the five of us will be attending on Saturday. Talk a bit about comic books, which surprises me. But, I don’t feel like an ass chiming in on comics, as I’m sure I would on Jeffry’s board.

2:20 AM, SATURDAY: Spill half a bottle of beer on myself as I fall asleep on the couch. Joe rightfully laughs at me.

7:45 AM, SATURDAY: Wake and immediately panic, having not set an alarm, concerned that I might already be late picking up the guys for the bachelor party.

8:30 AM, SATURDAY: Pick up the hella-expensive van.

9:35 AM, SATURDAY: Arrive @ Hampton Inn to pick up the gang for Dev’s party. Slotten forgot to bring his directions, so I guide him in by phone.

10:30 AM, SATURDAY: Begin the Miller tour.

12:42 PM, SATURDAY: Arrive right on time to the Sprecher tour.

2:30 PM, SATURDAY: Still enjoying watching the men enjoy the free Sprecher samples. Devin is pretty much trashed.

4:30 PM, SATURDAY: Arrive to dinner early, we’re seated immediately and eating before 5, much to the agreement of the party attendees, who have the buzzin’ muchies by this time.

6:10 PM, SATURDAY: Arrive at Premier, smoke an Indian Tabac cigar that makes me sweat/queasy/hot. Also play a round of Golden Tee with Joe Bryan, Jake Simon, and D-Slo?. Petters caddies. Most people sober up to some extent, excepting Devin.

7:55 PM, SATURDAY: Go into the Premier bathroom, certain I am about to puke from cigar. I don’t.

8:30 PM, SATURDAY: Arrive @ Brew City, party proceeding.

10:30 PM, SATURDAY: Arrive upstairs @ O’Danny’s?. Bar vacant, we fill it up. Play 8-10 rounds of 7-14-21. Some very attractive women make me very glad to be there.

12:50 AM, SUNDAY: Devin pays the bagpipe guy 20 dollars to play three songs, poorly.

1:10 AM, SUNDAY: I run into Steve, Raul, and their bachelor, Waldo, having a shot @ The Harp. Their party is going well.

1:20 AM, SUNDAY: Devin falls off the chair, doesn’t notice, keeps talking to D-Slo?.

1:25 AM, SUNDAY: Heise is about to take a nap on the bench @ The Harp.

1:30 AM, SUNDAY: D-Slo? walks Devin to the bathroom. Later, Devin will say he doesn’t remember that happening.

1:45 AM, SUNDAY: I guide Devin’s movement back to the van. As we pass the Wyndam, he wants to have a little contest guessing the make of the cars parked on the street. He is right a couple times.

2:02 AM, SUNDAY: I need to pull over on the freeway at the Zoo interchange because Devin needs to throw up.

2:05 AM, SUNDAY: Devin needs to take a walk in the grass because he stepped in the vomit.

2:16 AM, SUNDAY: Devin’s weight is supported by his belt/jeans as his future father-in-law leans him out the open van door to puke again. Woman in a minivan in the next lane is grossed out.

2:17 AM, SUNDAY: Kids in Trans Am implore Devin not to “puke on their car!”

2:23 AM, SUNDAY: Devin loses consciousness safely in his hotel room.

2:35 AM, SUNDAY: Stop for something to eat at Perkin’s (next door to the hotel) with Kevin P, Kevin W, Brandon H, David Sl, Brian F, Nick P. Meghan is our waitress. We agree that she is quite attractive in a wholesome, midwestern way.

3:20 AM, SUNDAY: I drop off the hella-expensive van.

11:00 AM, SUNDAY: I pick up the guys who stayed at the hotel for check-out.

12:50 PM, SUNDAY: Joe, Slotten and I order food at the drive-thru @ Vic’s on Silvernail.

1:05 PM, SUNDAY: Joe, Slotten and I receive the food we ordered at the drive-thru @ Vic’s on Silvernail.

1:13 PM, SUNDAY: Joe, Slotten and I arrive @ West Point Cinema to see The Bourne Supremacy.

3:10 PM, SUNDAY: We leave the theater and agree that it was an enjoyable show.

4:10 PM, SUNDAY: I leave Jen & Joe’s to head back to Oshkosh.

5:55 PM, SUNDAY: Arrive at Wells Fargo Bank in Neenah to make a deposit to cover my kilt rental for Devin & Marj’s wedding.

6:12 PM, SUNDAY: Arrive back at my house.

8:30 PM, SUNDAY: Meet Katie Mac and D Schrubbe @ Oblio’s for a few beers. Run into Dave Ruby there, too.

9:40 PM, SUNDAY: Nutbar that Katie attended high school with begs her to buy him a drink, since he just got out of prison, but would she please hurry up and decide, because he has to be back to the group home by 10.

10:10 PM, SUNDAY: Katie, Dave and I have a discussion about hypochondria that stems from poverty (i.e., no insurance).

10:50 PM, SUNDAY: We agree to leave the bar, and I say, “great—I can still be in bed by 11.”

6:38 AM, MONDAY: I wake up, having overslept slightly.

7:42 AM, MONDAY: Arrive at work.

12:38 PM, MONDAY: Go to lunch.

1:41 PM, MONDAY: Get back from lunch.

3:10 PM, MONDAY: Start working on this entry.

7/23

Not so much Friday, being the highlight, but I was telling Kevin earlier how I wondered during my work day if I could jam a highlighter far enough into my ear to make the ideas on my outer brain stand out. It was that sort of day.

I was extraordinarily proud of myself last night for resisting the temptation of going to B&N with Katie Mac and BryGuy?; instead I stuck around the house and filed. The good news is that I got it all done.

I was proud of myself today for writing Ben a 2300-word email with just one sentence. I guess I am really an English geekboy. And let me tell you, that’s a serious sort of geekitude, to get excited about sentences and grammar and shit.

I didn’t have much going on at work today, so I went through my file drawer at work and threw some stuff out. I believe I spoke of the boredom? Yeah, quite.

You have noticed you can get a sneak preview of Part Two of the apartment tour in advance of its world premiere scheduled for this evening.

Right now, I’m waiting for Mom to get here so we can put some furniture in the house and then head off to the greater Milwaukee area. I have to stay in Waukesha tonight so I can pick up the van for Dev’s party early, and Mom is going to Sarah’s baby shower. Good times for all.

Time to pack!