Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Major League Baseball In Oregon: Would We Call the Team the Indians? So the Confederated Tribes here in Oregon has proposed that it will fully fund the $350 million needed for a pro-baseball stadium. The catch? That the City of Portland allow them to build a casino in Portland. I like the idea of Baseball in Oregon and a Casino in Portland, but I am not sure how I feel about one being tied to the other. Pete Rose anyone?

I am considering making a prank page (a la Cockeyed) where I would pay large bills with pennies. They are legal tender. I would be tendering an offer. It sounds good to me. I can't do it yet because I am not paying for this blogspot yet, so I don't have the flexibility that I need. But flexibility is a curse. It would make me feel lousy for having a pre-packaged page like this. The [Blog Goes Here} thing comes from my first attempt to design a webpage. I put the tag in there just so I would know what the page would look like, and I liked it, so I left it there. No real point to this post, but felt as though I should say something.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

Is that you, Mr. Kryzanek? If so, write me. You know what's going on in my life. Let me know what's going on in yours.

Monday, March 10, 2003

Two-words: Killer Flies!

Update Flies used to clean bathrooms

pule So the genius over at cock-eyed has started through his immense internet popularity the use of the term "pule" in the description headline at E-Bay. There were several funny ads in this list. See for example Gay Batman drawing and Girlfriend in a box kit and a screaming pule phone call. (That girlfriend in a box one is hilarious!!!)

UpdateTwo of the pictures mentioning Pule (including Gay Batman) are from the originator of the infamous RetroCrush.

Another Reason I Need to Drink Coffee The Women of Starbucks. Via stormwerks. I really don't drink coffee at all, but I have been known to suck down a frapachino. Its not really coffee, but iced candy. I noticed last year that a lot of attractive women hang out at Starbucks. If only I was the type of guy who could hit on someone at a Starbucks.

Update My friend Sweezo just made this comment on that article: I'm wondering what they'll find...Starbucks is all about scrawny tall chicks and skinny gay guys.

Mardi Gras Okay, so Mardi Gras was a good night overall, but also an odd night. It's been almost a week since Fat Tuesday and I have been a busy bastard, thus the lack of new posts. (Sorry my two loyal readers)

So, Fat Tuesday...where to begin. So the entire day last Tuesday I was excited about the night to come. Thought about it at work, thought about it at home. In fact, my roomie and some friends and I watched a little Girls Gone Wild to get in the mood. After the showing, we got ready to go to the bar, packing beads in every pocket we could. We rolled into Joggers about 9. About 15 minutes after we got there, the line started forming outside, so our timing was perfect. Within 45 minutes of us rolling in, the flashing began. Our first flasher was someone I will call "da bitch". We got many more flashers as the night we on. At about 11 I went outside to say hi to friends in line. One of them was wearing a lot of beads and "da bitch" walked out. I pointed her out as someone who flashes. She heard me and tried to deck me. It looked to everyone there like I got hit, but she missed. After missing me, she said I was really trying to hit you and then looked around. She grabbed me and grabbed the bouncer and told the bouncer that I had grabbed her boobs. I had done no such thing and I told the bouncer to ask the people in line. The people in line (my friends) shook their head no and the bouncer told me to stay away from her. I did, but I caught flack from everyone since like 20 of my friends/acquaintances saw the whole deal. Pissed me off for a while. Later I found out that "da bitch" was kicked out for being 18. I saw her standing outside looking pissed, and I was happy again. My roomie had a good night. He kept going back to this chick who wouldn't flash. Eventually she did and he made out with her.... mere yards from her boyfriend who was tending bar. He got pretty freaky-deaky with us all standing around with our jaws on the floor.

I mentioned last week was a busy week. I had Fat Tuesday, an interview in P-town on Friday, an ethics exam for the bar on Saturday morning and golf in Portland Sunday morning. I didn't get much sleep. I went out Saturday night and had a good time. Talked to several of my friends. Evidentally, every law student was out Saturday night. Good times. I had something more to say about the test and the interview, but I forgot it now. Now, I've got to get caught up on reading, bar applications, and other such crap. But at least I'm lazy.