Monthly Archive for August, 2002

Woe is Carl

That’s a line from an old Dilbert cartoon, but it describes my mood right now.

First, I have gas. I mean I have gas bad. Taking a deep breath is excrutiating. The pressure squeezing my kidneys into my knees is killing me. Relieving myself has, as of yet, proved unsuccessful.

Second, a major dilema: I have a wedding to go to on Sept 14. Yes, my bud Wendy is getting married! My "date" is my ex-wife, Shannon. (That’s somehow ironic, I think… taking your ex-wife to the wedding of the first girl you dated after your divorce.) But last night I found out that 9/14 is also the date of Shannon’s niece’s first marching band contest of the season. My ex has become a marching band groupie and I know she’ll feel really bad about missing it. Holly, her niece, will be pretty disappointed too.
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Joey comes with a bag!

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Ok, it’s becoming an obsession. This is Joey with his man-purse from an episode of Friends….

It’s not a purse. It’s European!

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A few frames from the Seinfield episode The Reverse Peephole. The first is Jerry searching for his date’s lipstick. The second, Jerry with his man-purse, complete with his man-fur….

More on the Man-purse

I decided to do a little research into the man-purse and found some interesting tidbits.



<a href=""http://www.cis.upenn.edu/~creswell/manpurse.html"" target=""_new"">Polling the People: The Man-Purse



<a href=""http://www.tvtome.com/Seinfeld/season9.html#ep168"" target=""_new"">The Reverse Peephole (aka The Man Fur) - Seinfeld episode



<a href=""http://www.citypaper.net/earshot/earshot.0997/manstyle.manpurse.shtml"" target=""_new"">Man Style



<a href=""http://ganley.org/bags/bags.html"" target=""_new"">Buyer’s Guide to Man-Bags



<a href=""http://www.tjmonkeys.com/thought051401.html"" target=""_new"">On Purses and Masculinity…

My new man-purse

Today I received my new <a href=""javascript:photo_open(’show.php?iid=0&gid=0&photo=images/flytrap.jpg’,'500′,’365′);"">FlyTrap from <a href=""http://www.yodudeperformance.com"" target=""_new"">YoDude Performance. Basically it’s a kit that adds a hinge to the flyscreen on the front of one’s <a href=""http://www.buell.com"" target=""_new"">Buell motorcycle, then you can stick a bag inside for additional storage. The Buell M2 Cyclone (like mine) has no storage, so this kind of thing is nice.



Not only did I buy the hinge, but I opted to buy their special <a href=""javascript:photo_open(’show.php?iid=0&gid=0&photo=images/flytrap.jpg’,'500′,’365′);"">black bag that is supposed to fit snuggly inside the flyscreen. The little bag is cool, and even comes with a nice shoulder strap. I’ve de…
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Fun times in the ‘Ville

I went to <a href=”" mce_href=”"http://www.southindiana.worldweb.com/ShelbyvilleIN/”" target=”"_new”">Shelbyville today. I was right. They had all turned into vampires. Luckily, <a href=”" mce_href=”"javascript:photo_open(’show.php?iid=0&gid=0&photo=images/smg.jpg’,'346′,’436′);”">my girlfriend and I were able to keep them at bay long enough to watch my sister in the parade.

Little Known Fact: <a href=”" mce_href=”"http://www.shelbynews.com/”" target=”"_new”">Shelbyville, IN (my home town) is also the birthplace of <a href=”" mce_href=”"http://www.globalmark.com/sandy/sandy.html”" target=”"_new”">Sandy Allen, the world’s tallest woman. She was the grand marshall in the parade.

I got some good pictures and video footage of the SHS Marching Band that I’m editing now and will hopefully have posted tomorrow. Stay tuned….

Bears of Blue River

One summer when I was in high school, in the marching band, the Vice President of the United States, Dan Quayle, visited our fair city of Shelbyville, Indiana. He came to make an appearance at our illustrious and world-renowned ""Bears of Blue River"" festival. I wish I could say it was a day I’d never forget, but to be honest, I hadn’t thought about it until just now.



My mom just called to remind me that the Bears of Blue River festival starts this Sunday with the annual parade, in which my sister (sans sousaphone) will be marching.



Have you ever read King’s ‘Salem’s Lot? I fear one day I’ll return to my quiet hometown to find it overrun with vampires. However, it would probably be a good thing, because then I would seriously be in need of a vampire slayer, would have goo…
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Screw you and the horse you rode in on

No one is responding to my goddamn haircut survey. I’ve therefore pulled it offline.



How do ya like them apples?…

Hate mail

Yesterday I received an interesting email. I won’t post whom it was from because that just wouldn’t be polite. In depth analysis of the text is, however, required. Here is the entire text of the message:



–BEGIN PASTED TEXT–



your cute big time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



–END PASTED TEXT–



Yes, the exclamation marks are original.



Now, I’m going to hope that this person was being sarcastic or in some as-of-yet undetermined way trying to be funny. If the person who sent this was serious… well, I would apologize except for the fact that I rarely apologize.



First, let us look at the message as a whole. What one notices immediately is the clever yet clichéd, e.e. cummings-esque capitalization, or lack thereof. Mark Twain once said, ""It…
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Haircut update

No, I didn’t get it cut. I found that you’ve got to have 1024×768 resolution to click the vote button, which may explain why NO ONE has voted. The 2 votes there now are my own when I was testing the damn thing. Either that, or no one really cares.



This week has been really busy. My friend <a href=""javascript:photo_open(’show.php?iid=46&gid=3&photo=mods/photo_gallery/pics/martha.jpg’,'379′,’575′);"">Marty was in town on business earlier this week, so we got to hang out and catch up on some things. That was cool.



After attending band camp last week, my sister has decided not to pursue the sousaphone, and stick to the flute instead. As she put it, the trombone players in her squad were, ""… a bunch of jerks."" I hate jerk-trombone players too, so I can’t blame her….