tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62287792011-06-07T22:45:19.956-08:00"General Drama" or "A Day in the Life of An Amateur Alcoholic"Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comBlogger2401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-53294031135244902002007-10-04T13:59:00.000-08:002007-10-04T14:00:32.659-08:00

It's that time of year again.I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker! This Online Poker Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.Registration code: 7383138

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1165208154948814042006-12-03T19:54:00.000-09:002006-12-03T19:55:54.970-09:00

http://www.myspace.com/keertus

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1154070403599953942006-07-27T23:04:00.000-08:002006-07-27T23:06:43.623-08:00

And the winner for "Most Asinine Statement I Heard (in this case read) Today":"I'm really disappointed that this is going to occur on Sunday when people should be in church," he said. "I hope they behave themselves and keep their clothes on, but I'm not sure they will because strippers are trained to take off their clothes."--New Braunfels, TX City Councilman Ken ValentineFound here: http://

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1153470960207283202006-07-21T00:35:00.000-08:002006-07-21T00:36:00.236-08:00

Okay, so I know I'm in the fucking second to last time zone in the country and it's a Thursday night, but how can it really be possible that I'm the only mofo that I know that is up? Goddamn responsibility. And while I'm thinking about that: Screw you Red Stripe! I love and agree with you in all your commercials (after all, you are a very tasty beverage) except for your responsibility one. I

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1153189870261919302006-07-17T18:30:00.000-08:002006-07-17T18:31:10.276-08:00

Okay, so not quite two weeks from when the family leaves I get a surprise house guest for another two weeks. I LIVE IN A CRAPPY ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT!! He's only in town for a couple of weeks before he heads down to Louisianna for some sort of Army training or other work. It's not that HE bothers me, but I need some space. If I'm going to keep up this hostel approach to living I can just

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1152600297896116422006-07-10T22:44:00.000-08:002006-07-10T22:44:57.910-08:00

The Moose's Tooth (www.moosestooth.net) held their first First Tap of the summer this past Thursday. The bands were Flowmotion (http://www.flowmotion.net/) and New Monsoon (http://newmonsoon.com/). I can't really comment on the bands. Whichever was playing first had a nice groove but I had stopped paying attention by the time the main attraction was on stage.The new brew was also called New

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1150605424637950552006-06-17T20:12:00.000-08:002006-06-17T20:37:04.653-08:00

I went to a low key wedding today. It was a very casual event. It was also very short.That was all very standard. The magic began at the reception. For three hours of my life I was in heaven. First of all it was catered by The Hotdog Guy. THE HOTDOG GUY!!! Fan-fucking-tastic. I've never been happier to see a hotdog vendor. It was beautiful. Then, oh then, a folk quartet. Not just any

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1150072962020288672006-06-11T16:41:00.000-08:002006-06-11T16:42:42.036-08:00

I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker! This Online Poker Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.Registration code: 1381179

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1149582751299389612006-06-06T00:22:00.000-08:002006-06-06T00:32:31.316-08:00

Backstory: I scored darts for a local women's dart league team. Just for the record, I was paid in beer and food. Who could say no? However, that's neither here nor there. The point is I made "friends" with one of the older ladies there. She was . . . well, cute enough. So "MILF" and I messed around a few (read few to mean "several") times.Forestory: After so long, MILF apparently decided I was

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1149452426445619432006-06-04T12:04:00.000-08:002006-07-21T01:04:14.826-08:00

Two in the morning and my phone starts ringing. We all know that very rarely does a good phone call happen at two in the morning.I don't quite make it to my phone in time to answer and the caller ID was listed as "Private". There's only one person that I know who's phone number shows up like that and I was not likely to be the first person he called in an emergency so I got really worried. At the

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1148855492793099022006-05-28T14:12:00.000-08:002006-07-21T01:09:58.613-08:00

Summer in Alaska. Daylight for copious amounts of time and warm. Thus, I've taken to spending my days drinking beer on my balcony. Exception: there are a handful of bars with yards and porches open for outdoor drinking. Two weeks ago I went to one of the aforementioned bars to hang out with a friend of mine, we'll call her "The Redheaded Mistress" (even though there's absolutely no context there

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1138765284509466302006-01-31T17:50:00.000-09:002006-06-06T00:39:45.326-08:00

So Jan. 21 we traveled down to Seward for this. The trip down was relatively uneventful. We made the four hour drive and passed our hotel three times before we could see it through the snow. I had to piss for the last two hours of the drive so this was extremely infuriating though not exactly a tragedy as I was able to hold it.Fast forward a couple of hours to the actual jump time. It was a pain

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1137737355075781492006-01-19T20:58:00.000-09:002006-01-19T21:09:15.086-09:00

Recently, Fox News ran an article (here) regarding a lawsuit filed against Kellogg. The suit aims to block Kellogg from advertising unhealthy foods to children. Can you find five things wrong with this picture? I can:1)This lawsuit is being filed by the parents2)This is a decision by the parents3)The parents are supposed to decide what food to buy4)The court system isn't holding these parents

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1136164667784252442006-01-01T16:12:00.000-09:002006-01-01T16:17:47.786-09:00

It's that time of year again and as is required by the rules of the blogging world, I will share my new year resolutions with you. 1) Quit smoking. That's pretty standard, huh?2) Start working out regularly. It's not like I have anything better to do besides play poker all the time. Which leads me to number . . . 3) Quit hitting the bubble, either at full speed or stumbling along, and start

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1131758987693120852005-11-11T16:26:00.000-09:002005-11-11T16:29:47.706-09:00

Ok. So I just finished watching "High Tension". So . . . what the hell? The scene at the beginning when the guy is in his van skull fucking the disembodied head, dumbasssayswhat? This scene added absolutely nothing to the story rather it called the whole premise into question. I'm supposed to believe that was her? I'm now dumber for having seen this movie.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1131071727935777592005-11-03T17:26:00.000-09:002005-11-03T17:35:27.946-09:00

My buddy and I have cubicles next to each other, and since we don't waste enough time flapping our lips about boobs and poker, the office put a window between us when they put in the new cubicles. Anyway, today he leaned through our little window and offered me some gum. I accepted, but of course, the first question out of my mouth was, "is this trick gum?" Of course he says no, so I start

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1129797004348267722005-10-20T00:28:00.000-08:002005-10-20T00:30:04.353-08:00

It's about time I got internet access again. Okay, so now that I'm back in business and seeing some funny shit, I'll be posting again real soon. No time now, I'm in the middle of a poker game.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1126432656238409472005-09-11T01:56:00.000-08:002005-09-11T01:57:36.243-08:00

Two words: Northern Lights

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1125717173269449352005-09-02T18:59:00.000-08:002005-09-02T19:12:53.276-08:00

So last weekend a group of us decided to make a run for the border. We went to Niagara Falls (Canadian Side) and four of us (original group size = 12) decided we weren't going to make the additional trip to Toronto. We made it to the casino by noon and got drunk. Went to the Hard Rock Cafe and got shitty. Then we went BACK to the casino and got absolutely hammered. A good time was had by all

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1125023919550154302005-08-25T18:36:00.000-08:002005-08-25T18:38:39.556-08:00

So . . . I have it on good authority that circle jerks actually occur. I always thought they were a creation for the purpose of humor. My friend tells me otherwise. Chalk up another negative to human nature.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1124740880676201612005-08-22T11:56:00.000-08:002005-08-22T12:01:20.683-08:00

Okay, so I'm going to make an assumption here. Everyone knows what I'm talking about when I say an outdoor trashcan . . . No, no, I'm not going to make that assumption. Here's what I'm calling an outdoor trashcan: It's at your local hotel, has a cover and a flap on the front closing it off. Okay, now that the description is out of the way:I just saw a squirrel scamper out of an outdoor

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1124494497779321902005-08-19T15:29:00.000-08:002005-08-19T15:34:57.783-08:00

Ok, so I know it's been FOREVER since I've posted. I've been going through some shit. The wife and I are getting divorced and she's taking my kid with her back to the lower 48. It's definitely a trial.To add to the stress, she moved out without doing anything as far as cleaning is concerned so I had three days to pack my stuff, move it to a storage unit, clean the apartment and get ready to go

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1115011392832137392005-05-01T20:59:00.000-08:002005-05-01T21:23:12.833-08:00

Having taken to the habit of visiting a bar who's owner is part owner of the local liberal conspiracy outlet, I have also taken to reading said newspaper (a free print much like Atlanta's Creative Loafing). This paper has become to me the only voice of sanity in an otherwise ridiculously conservative state and/or city. In this paper is a comic (previously referenced in a comment on Rusty's blog)

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1113584197689819482005-04-15T08:52:00.000-08:002005-04-15T08:57:40.700-08:00

I'm sorry it's been so long since the last significant update. I've been having some problems that have needed my full attention. It might be a while before the next update, so I'll leave you with this tidbit:Who should I vote for?Your expected outcome:Liberal DemocratYour actual outcome: Labour 6Conservative -26 Liberal Democrat 37 UK Independence Party 2 Green 36You should vote: Liberal

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1111546892575542282005-03-22T18:00:00.000-09:002005-03-22T18:01:32.576-09:00

I know it's been a decade since my last post. I'm sorry, I'll have to tend to you later as I have some serious things going on here that require my full attention.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109893128474886902005-03-03T13:42:00.000-09:002005-03-03T20:26:06.483-09:00

United States Constitution Amendment I: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.The issue: Ten Commandments displays at various courts and federal and state buildings

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109692540218389172005-03-01T06:13:00.000-09:002006-07-21T01:26:33.520-08:00

Fuming, annoyed, irritated, livid, irate, furious, incensed, outraged . . .I'm so pissed about this I can't even think straight.I'm sure the airlines would be safer if we didn't allow any baggage. Yeah. I could work for the Dept. of Homeland Security with ideas like that. Hell, I'll be running the place before too long.I don't want to give away any of the ideas that are going to allow me to

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109266094509852182005-02-24T08:01:00.000-09:002005-02-24T08:28:14.513-09:00

According to an article on msnbc.com that they picked up from the AP, Sony has integrated the ability to order pizza online into their new EverQuest game, commonly referred to as "EverCrack". The player simply types in /pizza and they will be taken to the Pizza Hut website. In said article, the Sony spokesman, Chris Kramer, is quoted as saying, "The goal for the future is to eventually let people

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109200048858513102005-02-23T13:58:00.000-09:002005-02-23T14:07:28.860-09:00

I was passing a street vendor on the way home from work today and overheard the customer thank the vendor for the purchase. When did we, as consumers, let the tables turn on us? I know I'm guilty. Just when did they start doing us a favor by taking our money? I remember when we received the thanks because we were keeping them in business. Now it seems that we're in their debt. I'd say that

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109117901051880982005-02-22T14:57:00.000-09:002005-02-22T15:18:21.053-09:00

I was inspired by today's Comedy Goldmine to provide you with the following example of natural selection gone awry. I was working with Marci as a front desk clerk at a hotel. We were just hanging out in the back office when we received a phone call that went something like this:Me: Thank you for calling [the hotel], this is Brad. How can I help you?Yokel: My cable's not working.Me: I'm

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1109035909741652272005-02-21T16:29:00.000-09:002005-02-21T16:31:49.743-09:00

I survived. He didn't take me into the woods and do anything to me. Nothing much to report about the place. It's a horse track. It had a bunch of slot machines. Which means they make a shit ton of money. They did off the guy who brought me there. He lost $100. I managed to get away only fourty down. Just took me time, I didn't exactly get lucky. That's not true, I did turn a twenty into

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1108788414527888172005-02-18T19:41:00.000-09:002005-02-18T19:46:54.526-09:00

So I'm about to go with a complete stranger to a slots only casino an hour away. If I don't post here again in two days, call the police. I'll be going with an employee here at the hotel to a casino that's supposed to be an hour away. I'm surprised I'm being trusted, much less, trusting this guy. If I see another goddamn Leanne Rhymes commercial I'll be sick. People! She's not attractive!

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1108786250538828232005-02-18T19:06:00.000-09:002005-02-18T19:10:50.540-09:00

I have to brag to some one. So, you have to do. I just won back all of the money I ever deposited into pokerstars shy three bucks. I don't know what happened, but in the past week, I've gotten very . . . not good, but . . . what's less than good and better than par? I don't know. What ever it is, I'm (apparently) it. I accept that I'm not any good, but I know now after actually playing

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1108774095806340662005-02-18T15:46:00.000-09:002005-02-18T15:48:15.806-09:00

A retraction: Will does not look extremely similar to Tilt's Clark. There ARE, however, similarities between the two.I'll be drinking copious amounts of beer tonight so there very well might be more to follow.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1108615348903139972005-02-16T19:23:00.000-09:002005-02-16T19:42:28.906-09:00

My friend, Tom, and I had a lengthy discussion regarding why "A" students tend to wind up working for "B" or "C" students. My theory was that the lower graded students typically have better people skills. For explanation: the "C" student makes more friends and learns to make connections better and is more fun than the typical "A"

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1108509042245019862005-02-15T13:54:00.000-09:002005-02-15T14:42:35.743-09:00

I apologize for the delay in posting. There has been Vegas, home strife, reconcilliation and finally, my return to DC for the last segment of my duty here.Vegas resulted in a whole lot of not much. I pretty much broke even. What I won at poker, I gave most of to the blackjack tables. Considering that I drank copious amounts of beer, I think I did damn fine. As a matter of fact, Sunday night, I

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1106994557769695012005-01-29T01:28:00.000-09:002005-01-29T01:29:17.770-09:00

I'm off to Vegas. I'll update when I get back or get broke. Wish me luck.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1106772734378148122005-01-26T11:48:00.000-09:002005-01-26T11:52:14.376-09:00

I'm so bored! I have nothing to do but read accounting regulations. That's so interesting I have to take a five minute break between every paragraph. I think I've spent more time leaving incoherent comments on Rusty's blog than doing my reading. Maybe if I psych myself up some I'll be able to read these things a page at a time. WHOO HOO! BRING IT ON ER37-1-29! YOU'RE GONNA BE MY BITCH!

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1106615306662817092005-01-24T16:01:00.000-09:002005-01-24T16:08:26.663-09:00

Since it has been so long since my last drunken "random thoughts" post I thought I'd do another tonight, but I've been thwarted by internet connectivity problems. Therefore I'll just leave you with this nugget of wisdom directed to the barmatron who served me beer and lunch yesterday: -You look about 245 months pregnant. I think it would be okay to invest in maternity clothes and leave the

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1105666202365631572005-01-13T16:29:00.000-09:002005-01-13T16:30:02.366-09:00

Apparently a week was very optimistic.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1105582163154766532005-01-12T17:00:00.000-09:002005-01-12T17:09:23.153-09:00

My mom just called me to let me know that my uncle is back in the hospital. To let you know, he was diagnosed with spinal cancer some time ago. He fought it bravely for several years. About a week or three back, he suddenly went blind and that's when they found that the cancer had climbed from his spine to his brain. They performed chemo and the tumors shrunk some, but they were growing

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1105499387682609222005-01-11T17:49:00.000-09:002005-01-11T18:12:11.063-09:00

The AFI is coming up with it's next questionably rated list of stuff. This time it's top 100 movie quotes of the past 100 years. The article by Erik Lundengaard on msn.com pretty much sums up how I feel about it. View the pdf of the finalists here. Since the AFI felt that, "Get away from her, you bitch!" (from Aliens) is some how better than any line from, we'll say, Clerks, I thought we should

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1105038455101339432005-01-06T09:11:00.000-09:002005-01-06T10:07:35.100-09:00

How's this for blatant bias? The title of the article is "Anti-Pledge atheist files new suit." He wasn't anti-pledge you jerkoffs. He was anti-under-god-being-in-the-pledge. Jesus Christ, next thing we know it'll be "Atheistic Terrorist files suit against pledge" or "Godless heathen questions merger of church and state." Why and when did we, as american citizens, become so complacent? Last

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104979787838491442005-01-05T17:46:00.000-09:002005-01-05T17:49:47.840-09:00

My fortune cookie said, "Ask a friend to join you on your next voyage." Sooooooo, you are invited to join me in Vegas starting Jan. 30th (or 29th if I want to spend more time with you).

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104796936972504472005-01-03T14:57:00.000-09:002005-01-03T15:02:16.973-09:00

I'd like to take a quick break from the story to say that I'm back in DC . . . again. Another month long stretch coupled with a week elsewhere (Vegas so I'm not complaining about that, now that I'm a donator gambler). This being the case, it's back to the old habits I drop when I'm at home: gambling and drinking huge quantities of beer. Wish me luck, maybe I won't drink myself to the same

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104444750479042852004-12-30T13:09:00.000-09:002004-12-30T13:12:30.480-09:00

“’Holy Mary in the manger, that’s a nice ass!’ is all I said to her and the next thing I saw was a fist slamming into my face,” said Steve. “Wait, I should probably back up a bit and start a little earlier in the day, but I don’t want to do that here. Help me up.” I did and suggested we talk about it in the car on the way back to his apartment. He agreed and, after he refused medical

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104363350310625702004-12-29T14:30:00.000-09:002004-12-29T14:35:50.310-09:00

The weather service had issued a winter weather advisory and wind chills were already in the negative teens when I left the sanctuary of Saint Elizabeth of the Twisted Cross. My wife had plead with me to stay, but I knew what I must do. Wind and snow wouldn't stop my friend from drinking, so it couldn't stop me from running to the rescue. It was relatively early in the evening (8:27 pm to be

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104282938241157662004-12-28T15:43:00.000-09:002004-12-28T16:15:38.240-09:00

Two seconds ago I was standing outside speed smoking my cigarette and somewhere from my mind came the question, "Brad, why do you live in hell?" I had no answer so I decided to determine what was making the question come up. The answer to this query was easily found: sub-freezing temps, 20mph winds, 50 mph gusts, blowing snow, shoveling snow off the driveway just so it can dump another foot in

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1104194866471308642004-12-27T15:36:00.000-09:002004-12-27T15:48:14.146-09:00

Snow last night through this morning into the noon time. The weather service gave our official accumulation as "a shitload". It still wasn't as much as Anchorage saw in one night last month while I was in DC, which qualified at the "save me jebus" level, but a hefty amount none the less. I was outside smoking watching the snow fall and the snow removal crew caught my eye. The procedure seemed

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1103749614994683022004-12-22T13:04:00.000-09:002004-12-22T16:44:14.256-09:00

Tom, a friend of mine who lives in DC, took me to a little place in DC that you need to know about and I failed to report back. The place is called (at least on their receipts) RFD Washington. They have EVERY style, type or flavor of beer you could possibly want. From a $2.50 can of Schiltz or PBR to a $16.95 bottle of Liefman’s Goudeband that combines the look and test of a strong red wine with

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1103065187345633342004-12-14T13:53:00.000-09:002004-12-14T13:59:47.346-09:00

Dear Filicia, I don't need to know that you're going to get off the metro at the Bethesda stop and then take a cab to the other person's office and hope to get there before they close at 6. All so you can pick up Chris' perscription. I also don't need to know that if you don't make it, the perscription (presumably not filled) will be taped to the door of the suite and that if you can't get in

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102980418151601652004-12-13T14:25:00.000-09:002004-12-13T14:26:58.150-09:00

I had some soda and some tea, but it wasn't enough for me. The tea I drank was bad, but not like the hamburger I had.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102873506570410772004-12-12T08:33:00.000-09:002004-12-12T08:45:06.570-09:00

I had the wierdest dream last night. I was in a twenty or more story building that was completely flooded with water. Well, not completely flooded. The hallways and rooms outside of the full length atrium were not. But the atrium on the first floor, it's ceiling was the roof of the building, was completely flooded. When I finally decided to open the door to the building to let the water out

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102750081641814632004-12-10T22:16:00.000-09:002004-12-10T22:29:21.806-09:00

So . . . WOW!!! I just met the biggest attitude in the world. If any body I know calls anyone a bitch, I'll be able to say, "No. that's not a bitch, let me tell you about this chick in Bethesda . . . " I mean, holy crap, she wouldn't even talk to anybody while she sat there by herself waiting for her friend to get off work. No body. Not just not me, but nobody. On another front, it has taken

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102718390292798352004-12-10T13:37:00.000-09:002004-12-10T13:39:50.293-09:00

I was wrong on two things. 1) The longest escalator in the world is NOT at my metro stop. It is, in fact, at the Woodley Park stop. I swear to god that thing has to be a quarter of a mile long. 2) Last night would not have been my anniversary post. I was about a little more than a week early. Also, after sleeping on it, I might have been a little hasty to tell people to piss off last night

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102655405005197482004-12-09T20:05:00.000-09:002004-12-09T20:10:05.006-09:00

Foul mood. That's right. I'm pissed the fuck off. I have had a really foul week and I'm not taking any more shit. I have decided that I'm not going to let people build me just to let me down . . . .baby 'cause worst of all . .. you never call, baby, when you say you will, and I love you still . . . I need you! (echo) More than any one darlin' still you let me down . . . . There are some

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102460960229483112004-12-07T13:56:00.000-09:002004-12-07T14:11:57.240-09:00

I'm so god foresaken tired. Who knew sitting in front of the TV all day and night could be so absolutely exhausting and yet still leave a person in the midst of what amounts to a never ending cycle of . . . I can't even think of the word . . . insomnia? I sure the hell didn't. And why didn't you who did know tell me? Hmmm?? As it stands now, I'm so fried I can't think of anything funny to say.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102380882686255232004-12-06T15:37:00.000-09:002004-12-06T15:59:44.016-09:00

Since I don't really know what to post about (the past couple of days being quite uneventful) I thought I'd tell another story: I was riding to a bar with a couple of friends of mine. I had positioned myself in the backseat for one reason or another. Probably because there were three girls, one who was driving, and I offered up "shotgun" for one of the other two. Regardless, we were on our way

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102231181813511892004-12-04T22:15:00.000-09:002004-12-04T22:19:41.813-09:00

I'm sorry to those I called/messaged. I'm trashed out of my mind. It is taking all concentration available to get this post written. I was going to go back out and see the sights of the town, but I REALLY don't think I'm going to make it to tomorrow (aka later today.) I might die tonight. If I do, I want to leave my beer glasses to Marci, my wine glasses to Mel, and my wife can take the

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1102216661639333362004-12-04T18:15:00.000-09:002004-12-04T18:17:41.640-09:00

So I went to the National Air and Space Museum. It took me three hours to hurry through it. It would have been better with some one else here. That's all I'm going to say about that. I've had 8 beers and now I'm going out to get REALLY drunk. I'm so bored.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1101962568910742232004-12-01T19:32:00.000-09:002004-12-01T19:42:48.910-09:00

SomethingAwful.com just wrote an update on scientology. I might have to take them off my list. I can't have a link to any one who writes about scientology or even uses the word "scientology". As a matter of fact if I hear or read the word scientology one more time I'll boycott anybody two links deep from the offending site. Under the same title, I have to break up with a girl tomorrow. We

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1101770888494133952004-11-29T14:23:00.000-09:002004-11-29T14:28:08.493-09:00

How can I be agile and quick enough to catch a black carry-on bag by the small black handle on the top in a dark escalator while not paying attention and not even fumble it a little, but I can't keep myself from running into the wall when asked a simple question in a well lit hotel lobby?

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1101528039016367382004-11-26T18:49:00.000-09:002004-11-26T19:00:39.016-09:00

Once upon a time, some friends of mine bought a Mercury Lynx for 500 smackers. This particular Lynx had a cracked block. We, however, didn't give a damn. After some minor adjustments (a three color spray paint flame job and the addition of six fog lamps hooked into the high beams) we took that bad boy out. One particular instance of the "Lynx Chronicles" envolves a down hill drive and a guard

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1101368893615934262004-11-24T22:18:00.000-09:002004-11-24T22:48:13.616-09:00

Have I ever told you why I believe in ghosts? It's not because of some deep seeded desire to think that there's something after this. It's not because I'm some fatalistic wack job. I don't even believe in psychics (though some stories a friend recently told me about his friend's mom are sort of eerie). It's because I've seen one. Yes, I've seen a ghost with my own two eyes. I wasn't drunk, stoned

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1101268720698514212004-11-23T18:41:00.000-09:002004-11-23T18:58:40.700-09:00

I had this friend (have is more appropriate) who this one time picked me up from county jail. Now, there aren't many friends that will do that. There are fewer who'll bring food when they get you from the slammer. That's just what she did. Of course, she took me straight to work, but that's irrelevant. Thank you, you know who you are and I love you. I have this other friend who has this

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1100593538814679962004-11-15T23:13:00.000-09:002004-11-15T23:29:20.383-09:00

I'll be spending the better part of the next four months in Washington, DC. I was supposed to go earlier this year for a temporary assignment to the office there, but due to bad planning on the part of the people who pay for it, I couldn't go. That's all over now. I will be leaving this Sunday for four fun filled weeks practically all by myself. I can't wait to watch 50 channels of crap every

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1100478310351313522004-11-14T15:18:00.000-09:002004-11-14T15:25:10.350-09:00

I watched two excellent movies this weekend. The first was Ladykillers starring Tom Hanks. I hadn't heard much about this movie, but it looked funny to me in previews. I laughed so hard I think I ruptured something. It's a definite must see. I also saw the Dawn of the Dead remake. While slow and predictable, it's always refreshing to see a movie like this where the heroes and heroines don't

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1099455595484434152004-11-02T18:47:00.000-09:002004-11-02T19:19:55.483-09:00

Tonight we leave to return to the south. For three very boring days, we'll be staying with my parents before leaving for two fun filled nights with our college buddies. Then it's back for an excrutiating few days with the in-laws and an early christmas. Hurray.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1099358913211485712004-11-01T16:15:00.000-09:002004-11-01T17:20:36.706-09:00

The snow held off just long enough for the trick or treating to start before it came down in buckets, if you can make an analogy of snow that way. I can't count how many kids I chuckled at as they all slid and fell in the same spot. If it had been young kids, I would have felt bad, but these all seemed to be the kids that were to old to be out getting candy anyway. Free advice: If you're married

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1098619164488552522004-10-24T02:58:00.000-08:002004-10-24T04:05:20.200-08:00

Article the first: In the Oct. 20th, 2004 "Anchorage Daily News" section "B" there appeared an article on excessive force. The basic run down of the back story is the same as it is every where: "victim" claims police beat the crap out of him/her for no apparent reason, city asserts that the savage beating was suffecient force to accomplish arrest. In this particular case, the "beating" was done

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1098427818786915142004-10-21T22:47:00.000-08:002004-10-21T22:50:18.786-08:00

Just finished reading yesterday's paper and there are three articles which I think need to be highlighted for ridicule and/or discussion. Consider this post a place holder until I get enough spare time to write an unharried commentary on the insanity.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1097214342425300792004-10-07T21:35:00.000-08:002004-10-07T21:45:42.426-08:00

In a sort of unintentional continuation of one of Marci's previous posts I must take a moment from my current public service series to rant a little about a commercial I just walked through the room on. Here's the situation: my wife's watching TV and I'm getting more beer. As I walk from our kitchen through the den, I hear something along the lines of, ". . . vaginal odor. Simply insert it

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1097112227096055182004-10-06T17:04:00.000-08:002004-10-06T17:23:47.096-08:00

This being an election year, we have all seen propaganda spewed forth by the various groups supporting this politician or that politician. Each of which follows, to some degree, the following Election Campaign Commercial Script Writer ver 1.4.55.63345.665 outline: 1. Call opponent(s) bad things. Some suggestions are: unamerican, communist, liar, drunk, doo-doo head. 2. Give supporting "proof".

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1096920440154972322004-10-04T13:04:00.000-08:002004-10-04T12:07:20.156-08:00

or other place to sleep in the Atlanta area Sunday (Oct. 17th) night. Preferred host will not work Monday and/or will have a way to get me to the airport Monday afternoon. Sorry, no financial remuneration, other kinds of compensation may be negotiable but are in no way guaranteed. Please email offers and I will reply as soon as I can. We can work out the details of my stay at that point.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1096705790849114562004-10-02T01:24:00.000-08:002004-10-02T00:29:50.850-08:00

Christ on a bike, we're getting a roommate. And I was thinking my life couldn't suck worse. Marci and/or Chris, call me. You won't believe this shit.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1096677984313251792004-10-01T16:45:00.000-08:002004-10-01T16:46:24.313-08:00

http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=2406

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1096422592145252842004-09-28T17:44:00.000-08:002004-09-28T17:49:52.146-08:00

Enjoy. We broke record. 7 inches of September snow. Everything of 1 weekend. There was a boy and therefore I am shown, being stimulated in order to ask, whether or not he goes out, can plan he at 8 of morning o'clock pulled me from sleep of terrible remains ones. As for me it is to be intending how at the time of no kid' that I will throw my head,; S it is ugly so, it is lovely and it is

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1096046540968749362004-09-24T09:06:00.000-08:002004-09-24T09:22:20.970-08:00

News from the arctic: This November, we Alaskans will not only be voting for a new/returning president, we will also be voting for/against the legalization of marijuana. Notice I didn't say, "medical". That's right fair reader. The Alaskans have decided to take steps toward legalizing, controlling (like cigarettes and alcohol), and of course taxing pot. Personally, I like the idea. It's not like

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1095640926173300262004-09-19T16:34:00.000-08:002004-09-19T16:43:13.780-08:00

Terriffic. None of me crew has swabbed a single deck or scrubbed me clothes. They all seem t' think that today's a day fer celebratin' and sittin' around on their haunches just b'cause it's me wife's birthday. Arr, it'll be hell t' pay if these dogs don't get t' work. And to the scurvy bilge rat searchin' me log fer "old white sluts", don't. It'll be straight t' the plank with ya. Perhaps it's

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1095497135174088472004-09-18T01:42:00.000-08:002004-09-18T00:49:22.643-08:00

speaking of strip clubs: I left the Bush Company for this? I come home and my wife is asleep and my son (2.5 years old) is just watching movies on the pay channels. Either HBO or Cinemax, or something like that. Either way, who the hell runs this house? Us or him? I guess I just found out. After the fact edit: I should say, my son and his 6 year old girlfriend. They're just running around

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1095475791468032472004-09-17T18:31:00.000-08:002004-09-17T18:55:16.180-08:00

Well, I'm back. I know it's been a while, but I have a life, dammit. Or, at least, I like to think I do. Either way here's the low down. We got flannel sheets this past week and I can only describe them with one word: Fanfuckingtastic. I've slept on flannels before but never been able to truly enjoy them because I've been sleeping on other peoples beds. I just can't stretch out and properly

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1094449792253705652004-09-05T21:48:00.000-08:002004-09-05T21:49:52.253-08:00

ugh. I feel like such a loser. Restarting the non-smoking clock tomorrow.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1094277225994605202004-09-03T21:46:00.000-08:002004-09-03T23:12:19.510-08:00

Wow. This quitting smoking thing is really hard. I'd remove the counter, but it makes it easier to "say no". So, instead, I edited the statement. Two cigs in two days ain't bad. Funny thing is, my chest hurts more now than it did before I quit. Enough of that, on with the post. We got our first snow of the year today. Granted, it's on the mountain tops near my house, but they've been bright

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1094095544129362682004-09-01T19:19:00.000-08:002004-09-01T19:25:44.130-08:00

I quit smoking 4 hours and 20 minutes ago. That's when I ran out of smokes in my "last pack I'll ever buy." I decided that since quitting smoking will save me approximately $170 a month and I can't afford a car I need, something had to give. Coincidentally, my great, beautiful and utterly hopeless one of a kind friend Marci also HAD to quit. Go visit here and wish her the best of luck.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1094005833454430872004-08-31T18:28:00.000-08:002004-08-31T18:30:33.453-08:00

I got a gmail invite. I'm using it. We'll just see if it's actually worth anything. It's not like I get that many emails worth keeping, but maybe I can sidestep a little spam with it. Not much else to report really. Been a slow few days.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1093839798393333332004-08-29T20:18:00.000-08:002004-08-29T20:23:18.393-08:00

Wazzup!?!?!? Since it's gotten to the point in the evenings that I can see my breath, I though I might take a moment to remind everyone what I have to look foward to in the next few months. Hurray for me!

Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09987126540221200972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1093313982840848732004-08-23T18:13:00.000-08:002004-08-23T18:19:42.840-08:00

Okay, so maybe I over reacted to the situation in my last post. It's not like this situation is a show stopper for me, but it is a huge inconvienence. I had already planned to fly down to my really good friend Chris' wedding from DC and bought the cheap, nonrefundable tickets. I was also in the process of planning a trip over labor day weekend to see Marci et al. Now I have to wait until god

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1093215552009160792004-08-22T14:39:00.000-08:002004-08-22T14:59:12.010-08:00

Well, I've just arrived here in the nation's capital for my three month detail to HQ. I couldn't be more anxious to start proving myself to the chief mucky-mucks. Oh, wait. Except I'm not really in DC so I can't start the next phase of my career. Yes that's right my fine blog reading friends, after months of planning and preperation, I, like so many Iraqi's, got screwed by the army. I think

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1092981741249561512004-08-19T21:54:00.000-08:002004-08-19T22:02:21.250-08:00

I'm giving Firefox a try. It's just like netscape except by mozilla. I looks very similar to netscape and acts very similar to netscape, except you don't have to sign into AIM every time it starts up. To be fair, this is only the second night I've used it so it's quite possible I haven't had the opportunity to use all of its bells and whistles. The following is a list of what I haven't used

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1092873444957423922004-08-18T15:55:00.000-08:002004-08-18T15:57:24.956-08:00

I left work early today. I just can't stand these eight hour days anymore. Plus I feel like ass. All this smoke is killing me. I've got black lung now, I swear.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1092721522602551622004-08-16T21:39:00.000-08:002004-08-16T21:45:22.603-08:00

Copied from http://pafc.arh.noaa.gov/pubfcst.php?fcst=FPAK51PAFC#AKZ141 (bolding and underlining mine) ...DENSE SMOKE ADVISORY CONTINUES FOR THE COPPER RIVER BASIN.... TONIGHT...PARTLY CLOUDY. SMOKE WILL REDUCE VISIBILITY TO LESS THANONE QUARTER MILE OR LESS AT TIMES. LOWS IN THE UPPER 40S TO MID 50S.LIGHT WINDS. . TUESDAY...PARTLY CLOUDY. SMOKE. HIGHS IN THE 70S. LIGHT WINDS. . TUESDAY NIGHT...

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1092466621150985082004-08-13T22:53:00.000-08:002004-08-13T22:57:01.150-08:00

Somehow I now have five kids. The children of my wife's friend decided they wanted to spend the night with us and now I have two girls and two more boys to take care of tonight. Strangely enough, it seems to be easier with more. Of course, one each of the boys and girls are preadolescents so they can help watch the younger kids. Also, oddly enough, I don't seem to mind them being around.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1092117261098223442004-08-09T21:27:00.000-08:002004-08-09T21:54:21.096-08:00

I went home for a while and as cool as my parents are, I'm not a family sort of person. It was like the icy grip of death around my throat. I do love my folks, honestly.I'm on opinion overload. A couple of friends of mine have been emailing me trying to get me to change my vote using cleverly irrelevant anecdotes and unimportant (to me)comparisons. From this moment on, if some one gives me

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1091655766325943372004-08-04T13:38:00.000-08:002004-08-04T13:42:46.326-08:00

Hello, you've reached http://keertus.blogspot.com. I'm unable to post at the moment, but leave a comment below and I'll get back to you as soon as mentally possible. BEEP

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1091170547692502222004-07-29T22:39:00.000-08:002004-07-29T22:55:47.693-08:00

Why do I have so much game?  Nine tenths of the girls I talked to and three fourths of the guys were "cool" with me.  I even used my mental powers to win three bets tonight: Sarah from Germany is 22; and, is REALLY hard to talk to.Tim, from Virginia, thinks I'm "really cool" and wants me.The chick in the red dress, not that girl in the red dress Tom,  wanted me, but I had to tell her that it was

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1091043712832091022004-07-28T11:37:00.000-08:002004-07-28T11:41:52.833-08:00

Bradly's in trouble.  I left my company credit card in a taxicab in DC.  Of course, the cab's don't use radios and I didn't get the cab number, so I'm pretty much screwed unless the driver calls the base to report the card.  As if that'll happen.  So basically, I've got to call the office and tell them some dude is running around the capitol with my card.  Great, just great.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1090641333090897682004-07-23T19:45:00.000-08:002004-07-23T19:55:33.090-08:00

Tonight's my last night in ATL for somewhere in the vacinity of a month and I didn't get to see Mel this go round.  I know I got to see her last week, but I have a gift to give her.  If you know Marci, ask her how I almost described it.  Anyway, now Mel has to fight Marc over it.  That's what happens when you don't show up to collect your fabulous gifts and prizes! Guess what it is.  Two hints:

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1090625425944153832004-07-23T15:17:00.000-08:002004-07-23T15:30:25.943-08:00

Dear sweet jesus I'm bored.  I think I've played just about every game on comedycentral.com.  I'm watching some Surreal Life marathon and completely putting off repacking.  I just can't get motivated to do anything.  I know what it is.  I'm sitting on the phone waiting for a phone call like some high school girl waiting for the college kid that took her virginity and said he'd call her the next

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1090387765601201242004-07-20T21:24:00.000-08:002004-07-20T21:37:13.566-08:00

I just finished watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Wow.  Great flick.  Or maybe it's just 'cause I'm drunk. Nope.  Just a great picture show.

Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365197676088866109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228779.post-1090352441178880082004-07-20T11:38:00.000-08:002004-07-20T11:40:41.176-08:00

I should probably keep this to myself, but here it is anyway.     Special Olympics, Here I Come or 6 Random Thoughts I just walked out of my room (becuase for some reason, there's never a smoking room available) and it sounded like a gunfight had broken out.  Apparently, the local amusement parks have a fireworks display on monday nights.  Of course.  Am I stupid or what?    I'm in a bad place

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