The Good Girl

Is a good movie. It wasn't my choice, quite the girly-girl film, but I still enjoyed it.

It got me thinking, too. That's the sign of a good movie.

I missed my bed. I really did. My cat missed me, too. She was quite the cuddlebeast last night.

That's all for this morning. I'm sore(shoulder) and need a shower before I start my adventures.

The TSA and you.

I understand that we need this organization. I'm just asking for some common sense.

On my flight to MSP, my bag was searched after going though the big, bad x-ray machine. No surprise, frankly. It contained all of the following metal items that probably had them all in a tiff: my leather biker jacket, my steel-toed boots, my razor, shaving cream, keys, sunglass clips, and my cell phone charger. I completely understand why they would search it, and I accept that they did so. It's just what they did on the way back that pissed me off. From MSP to MDW, they searched it again. Again, I had no problem with this. I even expected it. BUT, this time they put the tag on so that my bag was locked. This is not a convenient thing for anybody, and it made me mad. Mostly because I had my jacket in my bag, which contained a CTA Transit card with the exact amount I needed to get home tonight.

Why do I get mad about this? Because I'm Angry Dave, silly. Did spending an extra $1.50 really make a huge difference in how my life unfolds? No. It's just the principle of making my life less instead of more convenient. Next case? You're right.

On the way back this group of people, apparently from Detroit, get on the train. They were about 7 in number, and they stood around the doors on the train. When the train stopped, about 2 minutes after myself and several others stood so that we could exit the train, they fail to do the obvious thing, which is to remove their persons from the area around the door so we can exit. It's the little things that keep society from falling completely apart. It also keeps me from getting angry.

Sorry for the weird writing style. I was reading Vonnegut, then I started to re-read Don Quixote. I feel a little long-winded and pompous right now.

I'm going to rent a movie and get a bottle of wine. I'll see y'all later.

Turkey Day!

My favorite of the National Holidays. Second only to my birthday, overall.

Funny, that a person who spent close to six months bitching about turning 30 is now admitting to his faithful readers that he loves his birthday after all. I know. I'm an ass.

Shoulder update: still bad. This morning was one of the worst mornings as far as pain. It'll get better. It has to.

Be good, everyone. Get some rest. Eat a lot. Why not? It's Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving Eve

Admittedly, Thanksgiving is probably my second favorite holiday. Why? How?

Simple. I like to eat. I like to eat a lot. This holiday is the perfect excuse to do this to excess. Not only do I get to do this to excess, but multiple times. Kids of divorced parents get two. Of course, I'm not a kid. Not by a longshot.

I'm old. And tired. And my shoulder still doesn't work. Go figure.

I'm off, lunch happens soon. Lunch is good.

Jacko is wacko.

Authorities are now starting to track down leads of other potential cases of Michael Jackson abuse. I've got a real easy list for them to explore: Start with all the kids that have "stayed over" at his house over the last 15 years or so. You might, just maybe, start seeing some results by looking there.

That's my two cents on that issue.

This is what happens when I can't work. I get stuck at home watching crappy daytime TV. I don't think I can stomach any more Star Trek today, anyways. I just don't want to leave the heating pad for too long, and my precious self adhesive pads are in short supply. I'll have to buy more before I head to my dad's. I can't find them in any store but the Osco up the street from me. Maybe I'll take a long shower and head over there, see what I can find.

That's the update on my life, as drastically boring as it has become. T-minus 9 hours til my flight takes off, by the way, in case you were counting.

Did I happen to mention the other milestone I reached last weekend? Just so everyone knows, on the 16th of November, I turned 11,000 days old.

Ok. I've got other stuff on my mind right now. It's weird stuff, too. Maybe it's time to watch yet another movie. Perhaps start watching my 14 Monty Python DVD's? Can one man handle that much British Comedy in one day?

We'll soon see.

Lingering pain...

I hate to say it, but this shoulder thing hasn't gone away yet. Am I naive enough to think that it should have? No. I've always been a quick healer. It makes me mad, though, because I can't work if only one arm really works. Not my job, at least. There isn't any sick time, either. This makes paying rent harder to do.

Ah well. I'm still trying. Trying to find a new job, that is. This might be a more permanent than I thought injury, especially if my ex is right and it's a rotator cuff problem.

You know who could settle all this? A doctor. Too bad I don't have insurance and don't feel like waiting at Stroger(that's what County Hospital is really called in Chicago, for those of you who are er fans) for 3 days to have them tell me to not do any strenuous activities and to use heading pads and take anti-inflammatory painkillers. My momma didn't raise no dummies.

Well, I'm off to try to get some stuff done before I start getting accused for killing someone's wife(get it? The one armed man?).

Blogging will be sporadic over the next few days. Don't worry, though. I'll be back.

There's a word for it...

I'm attributing my bad shoulder to bursitis. This is mostly because I refuse to think that I'm having rotator cuff problems.

There was a good reply on the football message board. Seems Angry Dave has fans. Somehow, somewhere, people think I'm funny when I rant.

So, that's really all I have. I'm going to watch some football now. I didn't really get to yesterday, after all.

All I'll say is that heat patches kick ass.

Angry Dave Strikes Back

I got angry yesterday. It started with the cab driver who dropped me off on the way back from pub quiz. He was an ass.

Then I got mad at my friend. She didn't really deserve it, but I got mad at her anyways. Maybe she did. I'm still a little confused about the whole thing.

Then, I got mad at my friends in my fantasy football league. They're breeding drama. I've got enough. I don't want to get more from a recreational, fun league.

So, what did I do to combat all this anger? Well, I yelled at the cab driver, then at my friend, then I sent her an e-mail that wasn't pleasant, then I wrote a huge post in the fantasy football message board. It wasn't a nice post, it was kinda mean.

What haven't I done yet? Called the city to report my incident with my cabbie. I love doing that. The city is very receptive to complaints about bad cabbies. I know that job must suck, but don't ever take it out on your customer. That's just stupid. Especially when you've got the hotline posted in an unobstructed place.

Anyways, my flight up to my dad's is tomorrow, and my arm hurts like hell- I spent most of last night walking around like Bob Dole.

Who knew that turning 30 would be so dramatic on my body?

Busy day!

It's been a long, but productive day. Good news: I have a new sofa to replace my old futon, which I broke. I guess I do weigh a fairly good amount. I'm not fat, not in the slightest, but I'm a whole lot of muscle. Especially in the legs. Must be all the biking I do.

Now, I'm a sore backed, sore armed, and I got a couple nice cuts. All from moving around sofas.

It's good to be the king.

I'll let you in on a little secret...

There's this certain piece of cinematic history that without fail, no matter what mood I'm in, I will watch it and invariably laugh myself literally to tears.

What is it, do you ask? What amazing scene can possibly bring the angriest 30 year old in Chicago to giggly crying?

I'll tell you. It's the scene from High Fidelity where they beat up Tim Robbins. I nearly piss myself every time.

In case you were wondering.

Ch Ch Ch Changes

My roommate is in Ireland. This means I'm going to rearrange the apartment. It's easier when he's not around, that way he can't protest the changes I make. It's an evil game.

What I'm really trying to figure out right now is why the hell I can't sleep past 8 am anymore. I remember being a teenager, say about 13 or 14, and being able to sleep til 12 on Saturdays. Now, I'm up at the crack of something bad.

So, thus far today, instead of being productive and getting the furniture all screwed up, I've been surfing and wasting time on Friendster. I friend of mine just joined or something and invited me into his lair. Of course, I haven't logged on to that site for at least 2 months, so I had some catchup to do.

Turns out I'm more popular than I thought. Damn.

It's time. High time I got my ass in gear and got to work. I was going to do at least 2 loads of laundry. Seems I need to clean before I get to rearranging.

Be afraid.

On a more serious note...

Today is a weird day for me. Today would have been my parents' anniversary. It gets me to thinking. I mean, I've never made the matrimonial plunge, not for a lack of trying, but I also haven't had to go through a divorce. Of course, a couple of the breakups have felt like what I think a divorce would feel like.

Anyways, it's not like I was 6 or something. I was 20- very much an adult, very much having screwed up enough of my own relationships to identify with their feelings.

Ok. I'm rambling. I wasn't sure where I was going to go with this from the get go. Am I screwed up because of their divorce? I don't think so. I still believe in marriage, but just haven't found that right person yet. Myself, I plan on getting married once. Only once.

Anyways, I need a shower, and it's about time I get my evening started.

Friday Five

1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.

Settle down the dating life, straighten out the homestead in a more permanent manner, go to 4 hockey games, get a new job, get a new computer, and start my floor hockey team.

2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.

KC, high school sweetheart; CB, ex girlfriend; BW, childhood friend; AS, college roommate; and TG, ex girlfriend.

3. List five things you'd like to learn how to do.

Play the bodhran, speak Polish, manage money better, skydive, and fly a helicopter.

4. List five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).

Buy a professional hockey team, quit my job and finish school as quickly as humanly possible, have the biggest, more disturbing party ever that lasts two weeks, buy condos in every city I want one, and open a hockey-themed bar.

5. List five things you do that help you relax.

Have sex, drink beer, listen to music, play video games, and watch movies.

Floor hockey

I've been trying to put together a floor hockey team for some time now. I've got some people really interested, but it's a pain in the ass, frankly. At least I've found some alternatives. A cheaper league, even.

We need to find girls who want to play, as well. And you're all very well aware of how much I like girls who like hockey.

Dangerous!

I'm off, as work is beckoning.

Criminal Charges

It's about time MJ faced the music.

It's also about time I did. Note to self: having "a drink" with best friend can sometimes turn into a very, very late night.

So noted.

Let's talk about quack psychology:
A delightful harmony of the planets provides the chance to improve love relationships. One solution: Let bygones be bygones. Whenever you obsess about the past, imagine a big stop sign, and choose a different thought.

You're in fantasyland today. You're attracted to mysteries or romantic novels or movies. What you really need today is a nice, sweet dose of escapist brain candy. In a way, you want to withdraw from the hectic, daily concerns that surround you. (Good day to grab a matinee.)

I didn't improve love relationships. I didn't let bygones be themselves. I didn't obsess about the past. Of course, that was Tuesday's horoscopes. Moot. Damn. I did a little escaping on Tuesday, but only during 24. So much for that.

Yesterday:
Morning stars let you glimpse your dreams and goals with new clarity. Less ego involvement makes it easier to see what you really want. Consider hiring an assistant or expert to help you get it.
You're more concerned with your self-image than usual. You're thinking of making some important purchases. In fact, you're thinking a lot about your possessions. For example, do you own them, or do they own you? (Plus, you know how you feel about your surroundings.) Oy vay.

I applied for a job online yesterday. I can't afford an assistant. I don't care about my self-image, and can't afford any major purchases right now. The horoscopes are failing me now. Such is life.

So it goes.

And so on.

Michael Jackson

He's just a freak, always was. Now, they're finally going to research whether or not he's been abusing children all these years. I would have thought that dangling a baby out a window was enough for most people to go to jail for child endangerment, no matter what country they were in. If I did such a thing, especially in front of a camera, you can bet that I'd be serving some time right now.

I hate to be depressing, but I'm really not happy with the way this world is going right now. There's a lot of factors to it, too, probably too many to get into. I'll rant later, when I have more time. It's not like there's going to be a major change in my attitude in the next 10 hours or so.

Oh well. Off to work. Bleh.

Let's see what the stars had in store for me yesterday!

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Be excited about your plan coming together, and this happy situation will happen more often. Those who roam will enjoy fantastic scenery and also run into folks from the past -- family members' former loves and children now grown.

There was a plan, it did come together, but it wasn't just mine. I didn't roam, thus didn't run into folks from the past, thankfully none of my family members' former loves. That would have resulted in bad things.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): You might be tempted to manipulate somebody through jealousy, guilt or something sly. This isn't your style -- stop it right now. What you really want is to improve things for the better. Why not just come out and say so? Be forthright and open. (Honesty is disarming because it's rare.)

Um, nothing like this happened yesterday. I think that the new writer is full of shit, anyways. Like I'm going to make myself a better person because of what she says. Fuck that. Although my roommate did buy me a taco, purely because I asked him....

I just had to teach my spell checker the word fuck. That's just unfortunate.

Today's horoscopes:
A delightful harmony of the planets provides the chance to improve love relationships. One solution: Let bygones be bygones. Whenever you obsess about the past, imagine a big stop sign, and choose a different thought.

You're in fantasyland today. You're attracted to mysteries or romantic novels or movies. What you really need today is a nice, sweet dose of escapist brain candy. In a way, you want to withdraw from the hectic, daily concerns that surround you. (Good day to grab a matinee.)

Have you noticed that Georgia Nicols' horoscope has ended the last two days with a parenthetical thought? Who the hell writes like that? I mean, how annoying can you get(more than me)?

Oh! Oh! Yeah! Blood blister update:
It didn't pop last night, but the skin did peel off. Now, I'm just stuck with a painful pinkie.

Feel for me people!

Do you want to be a polyester bride?

Well? Anyone?

Sorry. I'm in a mood. Not really bad, not really good, but definitely a mood. Mistakes will be made. Lives will be lost. At least, that's my prediction. We'll see what happens. I didn't read my horoscope today, anyways.

Maybe that's a new idea for the good ol' blog. I'll post my horoscope for that day, then report on how accurate it was the next. Anyone want to read that drivel? Huh?

Today's(we get two in the Chicago Sun-Times, for those who don't know):
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Be excited about your plan coming together, and this happy situation will happen more often. Those who roam will enjoy fantastic scenery and also run into folks from the past -- family members' former loves and children now grown.
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): You might be tempted to manipulate somebody through jealousy, guilt or something sly. This isn't your style -- stop it right now. What you really want is to improve things for the better. Why not just come out and say so? Be forthright and open. (Honesty is disarming because it's rare.)

Wow. Sounds like my night could get a whole lot more interesting than it has been so far. More on that tomorrow.

In Memoriam

It was my friend Nathaniel's memorial service last night. We went bowling. He really, really, would have loved it. At the end though, I started to realize how much I missed him, and I do, I really do. They had a collection of his t-shirts, and we all got one. Mine even had some of his cats' hair on it. It's odd, the little things that make me think of him, and all the others that I've lost this year.

So, I miss him. I miss a lot of people that are gone. I hope they're in a better place.

For now, I need to find something to make me cheer up. Be good people.

Why I don't own a car

Well, I don't really need one, except when I want to drive someplace out of town. I can get around the City of Chicago very easily, though bus and train and cab. This is a good thing, as well, as I don't get as much road rage(and I got into a doozy of a tiff when I was heading back from my grandparents'. People were slowing down for the highway helper and a cop helping a broke-down motorist. Traffic on the Eisenhower stopped. Completely. I was, needless to say, pissed.

This incident soured an otherwise perfect weekend. I had fun. It was extremely pleasant to see my family.

I'm off to go grocery shopping. Why not? It's the only other reason I would want a car.

Blood Blister

In my work, it's fairly typical to have all kinds of minor wounds. Right now I could probably count at least 6 cuts of varying severity, a couple bruises, and for the first time ever, a blood blister. It's huge, and it's on my right pinky finger. Which, of course, makes hitting the enter key really painful.

So, what would you do for a Klondike bar? Huh?

I'm off to my grandparents' for the weekend. Be good and I'll blog when I return.

The funniest man alive, failure, and helping out a friend.

If you ever get a chance, go see Carl LaBove I was laughing so hard at one point last night that I turned to my friend and said: "I'm going to puke in about 10 minutes." He was so amazingly funny. I really needed it. Not only was he Sam Kinison's best friend, he held him as he died. This guy is warm, funny, and just plain fun to talk to(yes, I got to meet him after the show).

Before I forget, everyone should go to www.ussoccer.com and vote for Ginger's Ale House for best soccer bar in the U.S. Just do it. You know I love it, and if you've been there, you probably love it, too.

That's all for this morning. My ride's almost here.

Stupid, sexy Flanders!

Not much for a title. Ok, maybe it is. It's what you're supposed to remember if you get into trouble, according to Homer's ski instructor.

I am tired, dirty and bleeding. Again. This has been a rough week.

I did, however, have a minor epiphany this afternoon, as I was smashing apart a bathroom wall with a 4 pound mini sledge hammer. I may have figured out the secret to my lack of commitment thus far in life.

Ok. It's not that deep, but it certainly explains the last few months of my behavior. More on this later. I have to hurry, after all. I've got a show to go to tonight. Be good everyone, or at least as good as you can be.

I am not a teenager.

It's true. I'm not. My body has aged quite a bit since I was, too. Ok. Maybe not as much as some people, but I'm only 30. Today, my body feels like I'm about 55, and tried to keep up with grandkids or something. I am sore. This is what happens. You can't really avoid it. Unless you're Michael Jackson. Scary.

I'm running late this morning. Mostly because I'm too sore to move quickly. My back hurts too much. We're presently counting on a combination of drugs and heating pad to make today livable. Just waiting for the stuff to kick in.

Here's to the miracles of science!

What happens to an overworked insomniac with insomnia?

Well, on a night like last night, they fall asleep at the keyboard, then watch the Simpsons, then give up and go to bed.

I feel good, people, except for the fact that I woke up around 4 after a dream and couldn't fall back asleep for a while, I feel good.

I do, however, have to hurry this morning, as my minion will be here to pick me up in about 5 minutes. I could use to put some shorts on and get going.

Let's talk about something controversial.

Ok. It's not terribly controversial. I just got an e-mail from a close friend who just got married. She changed her last name, which is fine and dandy if that's your choice, but it made me think. I had a friend who got married about 6 years ago, he and his wife created a new last name by combining theirs. Both my mother and stepmother have hyphenated. My brother and his wife took an extra middle name from her maiden name. Not that I'm anywhere near marriage anyways, well at least I don't feel I'm that close, whatever, but faced with the choice, I might want to make a change. But I am one of the last of my line, but my brother should take care of the family name(I hope). We'll just have to see. What do y'all think?

Anyways. I'm tired and need some food. So you kids be careful.

Crimson and Clover

It's one of my all time favorites. All Time. Either the Joan Jett or the Tommy James. I'm happy either way.

It's also kinda a theme in my life at present. More on that later this week. Promise.

It occurs to me that whenever I promise to blog about something I inevitably break that promise. I therefore don't promise. I'll think about it, ok?

Be good people, I'm going to watch the Simpsons.

Nothing to say.

I thought I had something, but the cursor's been blinking at me forever it seems.

It's going to be a busy week. I'm not too happy about it, but I'll make due. Wednesday: Extra pub quiz night. Thursday: Zanie's. Friday: heading to the grandparents to watch the meteor showers. Saturday: hopefully heading to my first ever Quad City Mallards hockey game.

Right now I just want to go back to bed.

Up Scumbag!

The pub quiz team was again, victorious. 2 weeks in a row. Now, when you win, you get a picture put up in the bar, bragging rights for a week. Not to mention the money and free dinner. So, if you happen to be by Ginger's Ale House in the next week, you can see a picture of your beloved narrator above the jukebox. Hopefully, we'll win again next week.

Bring friends. Drink beer. Answer trivia questions. Have fun. Next week will probably feature the round I just wrote on beer. Some of the questions are really hard, some are really easy.

It's about time I went to bed.

Help me Obi-Wan, you're our only hope.

Star Wars, the movie that shaped my childhood, is on WGN right now. Kenobi is about to bite the big lightsaber. I'm supposed to be in the shower getting ready for a cigar ash contest(don't ask, if you don't already know, you won't like it).

I always thought that Luke had it toughest in episodes 5 and 6. I mean, it's hard enough becoming an adult, but to have your dead friends occasionally pop in and give you advice or clear up some mystery for you. I know I'd freak out.

It's cold here. I'm tired. It's been a long week, yes? Hopefully I'll sleep in a bit tomorrow. Hopefully.

Shave a nerd.

Wanna hear something funny? Wendy referred folks to this anagram generator. Shave a nerd is an anagram for my name.

Laugh now, people. I'm bound to be more embarrassed about it later.

There's lots of good ones out there, especially for Logan's Angry Dave. Use a filter to make all anagrams include the word orgy. Have fun.

With my full name:

A MANIAC DERVISH HELD

Man, who thought English could be so fun!

I don't like to wear pants.

It's true. I don't. I really, really don't.

I must be having an off-brain day, as I also cannot seem to type. Lots of backspaces so far.

I thought I'd do a Friday Five, as Wendy did one, and I usually just copy hers and change the answers(I know, I know, it's available online, but I'm lazy- more accurately, I'm apathetic, maybe aloof). Here we go:

1. What food do you like that most people hate?

I really really like to eat french fries with mayonnaise.

2. What food do you hate that most people love?

Tomatoes. I know. It seems absurd. They make me throw up.

3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?

Cameron Diaz, Pamela Anderson, Calista Flockhart, Cindy Crawford, Madonna, Britney Spears, basically all of them.

4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find
attractive?

Wendy always scoffs at the fact that I think Kathy Griffin is hot(much hotter with curly hair than straight).

5. What popular trend baffles you?

All of them. I don't get popular trends. I will, however, fully admit to rolling my jeans when I was a teenager. Sad, but true. I also had a Beatles haircut. Pretty much until I was 10. That's it, though. I've always been a little left of center.

Back to my day, which I know you're all dieing to hear about, well, there's nothing to talk about. My friend's band is playing tonight and I'm unmotivated. Mostly because I'm really tired. Insomnia is getting to me. An insomniac with extra insomnia usually only means one thing- lots and lots of video game playing.

I'm such a geek.

I have very long

eyelashes. It's true. I've been told by many a friend and lover, that I have long eyelashes. I never really thought about it, except when they hit my glasses(and they do) or today, when I got home from work and my eyelashes were covered in a fine grey dust.

That's what eyelashes are for, you see. They're to prevent things that could get in your eyes from getting in your eyes. I like it when they do that for me, too. I know that a lot of friends and lovers have been jealous of my long eyelashes, and, well, that's not what they're for. Honestly, when I look at a person, about the last thing I think about is eyelashes.

Enough on that. I've had a long day, and I'm going to a friend's house tonight to fix his computer, I hope.

Simpsons are coming on. I'll blog more later if time and sanity permit.

Feeling better.

At least physically. We'll see about mentally.

My glasses broke last night. Anyone have a glasses repair kit? I could sure use one right about now. For the time being, I'm wearing the old pair, which is more than 2 years old, and has a different perscription. This has that problem of causing a headache. Fortunately, I'm past that stage.

Moving right along....

I'll be participating in a charity bike tour next summer. If y'all could start thinking about either joining me or helping with sponsorship, I'd appreciate it. Details to follow.

Time to go to work.

So where the hell have I been?

It's an easy answer, folks. I haven't been well. I've been feverish. That's the official story.

In reality, I haven't been blogging because I haven't felt like it. I didn't have anything to say. Besides, I was sick.

Today is not exception. I got some bad news, it's understandably much worse than the person who has had the news fall on them, but I care, ergo I feel it, too.

No, I'm not likely to want to talk about it, nor am I going to blog about it, sorry. You'll just have to be curious on your own.

At least for now. More later.

I went home with the waitress

The way I always do.

Ok, I didn't, but it's my favorite line from that particular song. That's in honor of a new reader of mine. We were talking about Warren Zevon last night. Oh yeah, and to answer the other question: Manfred Mann and His Earth Band. I didn't know that- and I should have.

Back to reality, again. It's high time I got on my way down towards Lincoln Park. I've got some football to casually watch today. Then I've got some pub quiz action, then I start school tomorrow. Feel for me, people. I'm going to need it.

At least I'll be sent to the dogs with a new Simpsons under my belt. That will make me a little happier.

Damn. I've got nothing to talk about this morning. Life gets boring when you're doing laundry. Be good, people!

What's good for a hangover?

Drinking heavily the night before. It works every time. Me, I should be off to get me some Popeye's chicken and a Gatorade. That always works, too.

I got home really late. I slept really late, well, for me, really late. There's something about sleeping until 9:30 that makes me happy. My cat, on the other hand, is confused. She told me so. She popped in bed at about 9 and mewed and purred until I started petting her. She's like that. Always needing attention. She's a cat- she just can't help it.

Back to reality- I went a partying last night. My friends' landlord was host. We didn't mix well with the crowd. They were all yuppies. We're not, for the most part, and for the most part, we're bitter towards snobby people. I shaved for my costume, too. I am now completely without hair on my head. It's a strange feeling. I feel like I look like I'm 18. This is especially funny if you consider that when I was 18, most folks thought I was 28. Back to the party: there was some cool people there, a girl I flirted with(she was pretty) and another guy who came with a friend as guys from Blue Man Group. I told him that's what I wanted to do and he basically made plans for next year. I recycled my Vyvyan from the Young Ones costume from last year, at my friend's suggestion. Nobody got it. Not even when we went to my friend's favorite Irish Bar, the Irish Oak. You'd think that someone would have watched the show. Nope.

Oh well. I'm finally going to Best Buy today to spend my gift card. It's about time, after all.

Although I do really need to take a shower. I've still got ketchup in my nose. I'll tell you the story some other time.

What?

Ok. I'll tell you now. Part of my costume involved wearing a fake septum ring. We had to adjust it over and over to keep it from falling out, so I was basically carrying around pliers all night. At the end of the night I discovered that we had made it too tight and had some problems taking it out. Finally, we did, but I decided to play a joke on my friend. I grabbed a napkin and squirted ketchup on it, ran down the stairs of his building(he was outside having a cigarette) bitching and moaning about how we should have waited until we were sober to try to take the thing out. He took the bait, needless to say. We had a good laugh over that one.

Problem is that now all I can smell is ketchup.