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Yet Another Game Day

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

It's a beautiful morning...

Not really. Today, folks, begins the nightmare that is LSU football. Even saying such a thing is going traitor against the vast majority of the southern Louisiana population; I might be taken out and stoned at any minute.

You don't know college football until you've experienced LSU fans. I read a study somewhere that said the most rabid, dedicated and diehard college football fans were Tiger fans. If you lived here, you'd already know that. It's not uncommon for families to pack up and follow the Tigers all around the country during football season; and don't be planning any major get togethers on game night. I know a girl who accidentally scheduled her wedding on the same night as an LSU football game. Two of her uncles didn't go...to the wedding! They played hell making her father and grandfather attend.

None of this insanity would matter a hill of beans to me except that I live right next to LSU - and home games mean being stuck inside the house and listening to the crappy music of the live band at the restaurant next door. Stuck in the house because the traffic is unbelievable. After the game, every road leading to LSU is closed off and becomes one, big, moving flow out. That's right, every single road turns into a one-way and the traffic is bumper-to-bumper on every one of them.

The loud, drunken revelry is another thing altogether. Something always ends up happening to Baret's car and the band next door plays until 2am. And they suck. This year, the restaurant is the location of the "official" post-game show...with all the radio shows and interviews with the coaches, etc. Oh joy.

This time of year makes me want to move...far away. No matter how much I love my apartment.

Thankfully, we won't be around for the hype. We're ducking out early and going to my hometown (Maringouin...try and pronounce it..come on) as we're taking my grandpa out to dinner. He's been begging us to take him to this little restaurant in Breaux Bridge called Mulatte's...where they have live Cajun music. It'll be a blast. My grandpa is something else...I'm sure he's already sitting at home and trying to decide if he's going to where his Passion or Old Spice cologne.


Saturday, August 30th, 2003

I have officially jumped on the interview bandwagon. My first interview was given to me by a fellow Louisiana blogger Smash:

1. At what age did you consider yourself truly an adult? Why?

Like everyone else, at 18 I thought I was one. Wrong. Actually, I'm still waiting for the feeling. I keep waiting to feel like an adult - I'm still a young person playing at figuring out life. Guess I'll always be a Toys R' Us kid!

2. If you had a chance to mend a broken relationship/friendship from the past, with whom would you reunite?

Most people that know me think I would choose Spoon - my ex of four years, but I feel we've worked out all our karma for this lifetime. Actually, that would be with Lauren - my Terror Twin. Somewhere we went wrong - and I'd like to recapture the amazing friendship that we once shared.

3. What is the one object in your apartment that makes you feel most at home?

That’s a tough one. I'd have to say my bed…I spend a lot of time there. It’s like my little island.

4. What is the most fun you have had as an IT professional?

Designing databases would have to win, hands down. I like being creative and mixing that with my technical side. Anytime I'm creating a program or spreadsheet or document for a section of the agency, I love it.

5. If you could have the ultimate sex, with whom and where would it be?

Going with this on a complete I-wish-tip, it'd be with Angelina Jolie, no ifs, ands or buts about it, and where wouldn't even matter. But since this is a fantasy dream, it'd be in front of a roaring fire in an isolated cabin in Cripple Creek. Coming back down to earth, and thinking more realistically, the ultimate sex would be with my soulmate; same location.

Great questions. Now you know the rules; if you want me to interview you, make a request in the comments. Actually, Smash, explains it much better so I'll just use those instructions:

Ok, so the way this thing works is this:

1. Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3. You'll update your website with my five questions, and your five answers.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

If you wish to be interviewed by me, simply request it in the comments. 🙂

The 2003 VMA’s – My Synopsis

Friday, August 29th, 2003

As I'm sure a plethora of blogs around the world are doing today, here's my synopsis of the VMA's last night:

Chris Rock rocked, as always. I still want to do very dirty things to Eminem. I'm very upset I started watching the show late and missed Madonna and Britney Spears kissing (wow). I don't even know what Good Charlotte sings. Jack Black making fun of the Michael Jackson-episode last year was hilarious. Justin Timberlake needs to stop being so damn nice - he's making me start to like him. Props to Nelly for giving homage to us apple-bottom women. Wtf was up with Beyonce's hair - it looked like a gigantic, nappy, rat's nest? Snoop & Sandler actually made a good team, fo' shizzle. Metallica still sucks.

That's about it. If you missed it, don't worry. MTV will re-air it over and over and over and over...and over again for the next three months or so. Heavy rotation is their mantra.

Over and out - for now.

Yeah, I Smoke – You Got a Problem With That?

Thursday, August 28th, 2003

Can I just say that I am dying for a cigarette right now?!

I know it's an unpopular thing to do these days...smoke that is, and, likely, even more unpopular to admit it and gloat about it. But I do smoke and I do love it. Yes, I know it's bad for my health - my lungs, my skin, my teeth and my breath. Yes, I know about all of the wicked things the tobacco companies do to us poor, addicted souls and the evil things they spew forth to trap other ignorant fools (I've seen the commercials and I ,honestly, just laugh at them). I've heard every side of every pro-smoking and anti-smoking spiel.

What it comes down to is I want to smoke. I make a conscious effort to put a nicotine-tobacco-cancer-causing-stick to my lips and ignite it and I won't be one of those asshats that turns around one day and sues a tobacco company because I'm breathing through a hole in my neck. I'm well aware of what I'm doing, and the consequences. Same as when I drink. But smoking has become this huge thing now - I see it one day actually becoming fully illegal. There are many states where you cannot smoke, even on the street, and more and more public places are becoming completely smoke-free. It doesn't really bother me, as I rarely smoke when I'm in public places anyway (I don't want to hear them yakking on their damn cell phones, they don't want to inhale my second-hand smoke; I believe in the Golden Rule, ya know?); unless it's a crowded, smoky bar.

I never really even though enough to comment on the whole smoking tirade, even though I've voiced my opinion of those money-hungry idiots who sued the tobacco companies, until one day someone emailed me and said I must be a very interesting person since the photo in my Yahoo! profile was of me smoking. He said something about being very brave to post such a picture in today's society; I guess it was as if I was giving a finger to the haters or something. It really stunned me; it was never my intention to make any kind of statement, and the fact that such a picture did really got me thinking about this whole smoking silliness.

I like to smoke - no, I take that back - I love to smoke; and I don't really care what anyone says or thinks about it. And I realize that, in this day and age, such a statement seems to bother some people. I think those anti-smoking commercials are dumb and a bit over-the-top (let it go, people) and they never once have made me not want to smoke. Some day I won't want to smoke anymore, and I'll stop. I won't sue anyone, or turn into a smoking-hater. That's my thoughts on this whole smoking thing; care to share yours?

All Smiles

Thursday, August 28th, 2003

Right now I have the biggest grin on my face.

I've been having a really tough time at work - and it looks like it's going to get worse before it gets better. This has had me in a chain-smoking state of stress for almost two weeks now.

But just now something good happened. Really good.

As you may or may not know, I'm a web designer. I have a little business on the side, though I've only been hired to do two websites before for pay. I don't really advertise - it's just a word-of-mouth, great-if-it-happens little thing I do for some extra cash. But I love it - I love doing it more than I can put into words and if I could do it full-time; well, nothing would make me happier. Just last week, as I was busy patching laptops, one of our inspectors said he was looking to hire me to do a website for their church. Just this week, a good friend (who got me my first paid site) said he knew a company that was hiring out for free-lance web designers b/c they were swamped. As I just sat back down at my cube, after making a trek to the snack machine for some Rold Gold Pretzels, a man I didn't know came up. He said he'd heard that I designed websites, and he and his wife have a prize horse that they show and breed and need a website for him. I'm so fucking stoked!!

Being hired to do two sites is great news! I'm also currently working on two other sites for friends and the man who is doing my therapy (b/c he sees me for free since I am a special/termed 'hopeless' case). Could this be the beginning of doing more web design - and possibly making enough of a name for myself to do it exclusively? Keep your fingers crossed for me! I wonder what color candle is good to light for webpages...lol.

Gum Question

Wednesday, August 27th, 2003

If regular gum is called 'chewing gum', why isn't bubble gum called 'blowing gum'? Just a thought I had...

What’s It All For?

Wednesday, August 27th, 2003

I honestly have nothing to say.

Not that I'm at a loss for words - that doesn't really happen to me. It isn't that life has been boring and I have nothing to post about - far from it. Not even that nothing in the world is going on that's pissing me off and I feel like bitching about - there's always room for a bitch-fest.

But sometimes I feel like "what's the point?" No one comes here and reads my blathering, no one comments on my life or thoughts. And what bothered me isn't that no one is coming and reading or commenting - but the fact that no one reading and commenting bothered me. Does that make sense?

Of course not - let me try to explain. I would never stop posting because on one comes - I write for me, first and foremost always. But it'd be ridiculous to say the hits and the comments don't matter to a blogger - to any blogger - because they do. No matter how much we try to say they don't; face it, they really do. And it's not that they matter enough that I don't even care to post with no one around - I'm bothered by the fact that I even notice it. Why should it matter? Why does it? That's what has me so bothered I'm neglecting to post with my usual fluidity and no-care attitude. Not that no one cares - but that I give a flying two shits that no one does.

I could take off all the comments and the hit-box - never give a rat's ass about who comes and who doesn't and what they think or don't and I'd still post to my blogger. That isn't why I do it - not why I started it in the first place. So why when I pop in during the day and see (0) comments do I get that "well, hell" feeling?

I think that's the draw of a blogger. It's a very personal journal - a diary of your innermost thoughts and day-to-day activities - that you actually get to share. You like the idea of people reading your shit - it's sort of like reality TV. Ever wonder why those people would get on TV and let their everyday lives be filmed like that? No privacy/nothing sacred? The same reason we post our private lives on bloggers and online journals. We get to pick and choose the interesting and dramatic parts of our lives and showcase them for a worldwide audience. We have the chance to re-vamp our boring, mundane days and make them interesting with some pithy and creative writing and have the world at large comment on them. It's a virtual mass of exhibitionistic voyeurism.

So it does matter when no one's there - because that's why we do it. Even if we're writing for ourselves, we're still putting it online to share. There's no getting around that.