Van Jumping

This is awesome. I want to do this!

DirecTv SUCKS

We were out with our friends tonight having dinner a couple of drinks. Of course, we were all excited to get home and watch some good old Thursday night Must See TV. I'm so glad that we have DirecTv. It was such joy to watch our recorded favorite shows and having pixelation throughout all the episodes. It made for such a fun night of fill in the blank comedies. Then again, who's to say it's DirecTv. We've noticed that the local stations' HD programming have been fucked up in the past on several occasions. Regardless, we are not at all thrilled with the current HD service. Oh yea, it didn't rain tonight, so no dice there. Lesson learned for all you readers: if you expect a guaranteed recording while you're gone, don't count on it.

The More You Know (like the commercials): Rely on DirecTv, just like you do your local weather forecaster.

See, I Told Ya

I haven't written in over a week. That's sick. Anyway, I've been spending a lot of my time on my closet re-invention project. Let me break it down. I took out all my clothing, shoes, crap, whatnot, etc. I removed all the shelving and supports from the walls and started to paint. When I say started, I mean started, because I'm still not finished yet. Let me put it this way: after 3 coats of paint, the mother fucking walls are still not right. I won't go into the boring-ass details, but I had to take a hiatus after 3 days in a row of working on a 2 day project. So, all my shit is still scattered throughout the upstairs. I had zero desire to make it day 4 tonight. So, instead, I worked in the yard (considering it was 75 degrees outside). I also put gas in the Triumph and got is started. The brakes decided not to work so well, but at least I got it moved from the winter parked position to the summer parked position. (Note the picture). Anyway, the Godforsaken closet WILL get finished this weekend. I can guarantee that. Or else you can call me a liar. Which...would...be...true.

Yes, I've Been a Slacker

I haven't blogged in 4-eva. Like, totally. It's because I've been watch too much damn TV. Like now, for example (Deal or No Deal has me mesmerized). I have a feeling I won't be getting much better about it in the next several months too, since the weather is FINALLY getting warmer. Sidebar: the current contestant on DOND is a huge muscle-daddy wearing a kilt. Odd. But kind of hot. Back to slackerishness... I will also not be watching as much TV in the future because I have a closet to repaint and reconfigure. And we have a 1970 Triumph that could definitely use some upgrades. So, there. Piss off.

You've Got To Be Kidding Me

Fly Delta

Ebonics Airways

Shirley Q Liquor at the Dock!

Church Slave

30 Rock

OK, this show if brilliant. I thought that Lorne Michaels may have been washed up, but, no. It's totally worth spending a half hour a week listening to Tracy Morgan, Liz Lemon, Jack Donnegie, etc, etc. And you can't dismiss Jenna Maroney. She plays such a good dumb whore. Anyway, Chris started watching this show and I belly-ached about it for a while. However, I'm glad he made me watch, because I'm hooked now. Brilliance. That's all there is to it. You racist. (From the show). Check it out.