Monday, February 12, 2007

It's Giz!

I have paused the Tivo, dug through my emails to find all my old account info I forgot so I could logon and post this in a mad dash of "man I wish I could run outside 209 and yell 'come see!' to the whole courtyard." God, I hope this is as funny later as it is right now.

It's Giz on Idol. Bless it.

Oh yeah, I swear I spent 45 minutes at the end of the work day about 3 weeks ago doing an entry on the Houston Auto Show. I promise. Aw screw it...Dellach and Tito are gonna hound me for never posting anyways.

Also, mad props to Dick and Dellach for being the only Chi Phi's to donate to my MS150 Fundraising. Richard's donation was so substantial, if I was advertising, he'd get his name plastered right across my ass...the hood of my NASCAR body. There's gonna be a picture of me in Spandex tights coming your way in due time boys. All in due time.

You can still fight the shame and failure of non-donation here: DONATE!

The guilt trip is HERE.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

PIty, Pity

Has it really been over 3 months since an update? Insanity! I should write something entertaining and valuable to redeem whatever miniscule value this insignificant blog is capable of producing for the betterment of humanity.

I should also stop eating trans fat laden Flamin' Hot Cheetos, sleeping until 2pm on weeekends, and procrastinating so much, but it's not a perfect world, and I'm not a perfect person. I am however a busy person with poor time management skills. Tell ya what, I'll get started on all that stuff tomorrow.

Today, however, I have great news to celebrate:

HOORAY for liver cell regeneration! I'm going to live!

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Random Updates

Stream of consciousness IS a valid form of writing.
  • Richard turned 22 on 8/31/06. It makes my heart swell with pride to see my younger sibling grow more mature by a year, pound cheap drinks and a BestWurst on 6th, and then get kicked out of the Spill for an alleged stranger ass slap. Cheers, Dr. Siy.
  • The UNT game was exciting, but 100 degree heat and the fact that the Godzillatron is basically 85% ads, leaving an actual gameplay window close to the regular size made me die a little on the inside. On the bright side, Arun has lots of body hair.
  • Chi Phi Margaritaville 2006 was possibly the biggest party I've seen at the house. Was it the foam? the 'ritas? the overabundance of High Life? Who knows, but I swear I saw Limas Sweed. You be the judge.
  • At the first rush event (Greek Games) I am proud to report I valiantly defended the twin pillars of shotgunning and beer bonging in the name of alumni everywhere. Tito on the other hand has sworn off alcohol.
  • I set a new Mango land-speed record of 140 mph, only capped at such by poor road conditions and a 1997 F150. This beats the old Solara record of 132. Sure, it's irresponsible to drive that fast, but if I'm gonna go, I wanna go Steve Irwin style...which is doing what I love, and possibly garbed in safari shorts.
  • I got an eviction notice yesterday for 2 day non payment of rent (I blame the new online payment system entirely) which cost me an extra 70 dollars in late fees. I submit, grudgingly, that there are actually a few good things about completely incompetent property management, such as no rules for paying rent (cough*Barbara*cough). However, it is also nice to live in a place that isn't condemned. Oh well, I paid, it's sorted out, so I'm not homeless. Screw Camden.
That is all for now.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

WTC Chi Phi?

Shame and failure. Shame and failure.
I know these are old hat to some of you, but I almost peed myself today reading through these 100% completely true facts about Chuck Norris. Don't miss the extra pages.
Here's one for Alpha Kappa:
Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is hiding.
And one for the active Chapter:
When Chuck Norris goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.
Tito and Toonces already saw this, but remember how we used to want a chapter golf cart for pledges to use to drive actives to class and home games? My friend Tracy has one at her beach house. I coulda cruised the beach for days in that thing.
Also, while at the beach, Tracy snapped what could either be a totally sweet, makes Brian look rugged and sporty picture, or alternatively, a Brian is out of shape and tired after trying to learn how to surf picture. In either case, I'm gay for posting it, but I figured you guys would enjoy it anyways. Cheers, you bastards.



Thursday, August 24, 2006

I am a terrible blogger

It seems that half my posts are apologies for the infrequency of the other half of the posts. To be fair, I've tried turning over a new leaf and 'working' while in the office, so blog time has been reduced. Anyways, here's some tidbits just for fun. A nice light read:

* Rescue Me is my new Sopranos. Dennis Leary is a badass with a completely fucked up life that somehow survives and makes it look cool to do so. You can't bitch about your own life after watching this show.

* More proof that we Asians are geniuses; however poor our video production skills may be: Power Laundry

* I started reading books again. It's a shame this is post-worthy, but I live and die on the little victories of life. Thank you, Kurt Vonnegut, for making the world funny to read about.

* I'm getting monster blitzed over Labor Day weekend: Richard's 22nd birthday, first game of the season, and Margaritaville. Intensive liver training starts this weekend.

* As per previous entry, any of you Houston boys up for beers and Snakes on a Plane this weekend? Perhaps Friday?

* I hit my 3 year anniversary as a corporate minion which is somewhat sad, but cool cuz I got a raise. Hooray raise!

Back to the daily grind. Hugs and kisses.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

"So, what would you say you DO here?"

Someone understands! Someone finally understands!!!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Answer to life, gas prices, beer, and everything


Unfortunately, that's not the anwer to the ultimate question of price per barrel, so some Titos ponder the issue with questions such as,

"Is it tough to hear news that oil prices are increasing? On one hand, great for business, job security etc.., but on the other, more at the pump at of your own wallet.
Where do you guys stand?"

This was posed to Toonces and myself in our regular chain of aimless workplace correspondence.

Like I said, I'm a simple guy with simple thoughts, so here's some insight as to my view of the world:

My shiny red sportscar devoured half a tank (read $30 dollars) between Wednesday afternoon and Friday night. Ouch. Anyways, at roughly a tank a week at 60 bones, that's 3 grand a year in gas, which, if taken to be an assumed 30% above what it would be at $2-something a gallon, then I'm therefore out about 250 beers a year, which would be an extra 5 beers a week. so how does THAT make me feel? How about you subtract 5 beers from whatever you plan to drink at happy hour on Thursday and we'll compare notes on enjoyment levels.

What's the difference between a dog and a fox? About 5 pints.

After all, beauty is in the eye of the be[er]holder.

So, there ya go Tito. Rising gas prices keep me less disinhibited, which negatively impacts iffy sexual conquests, which ultimately leads to blue balls. Bet ya didn't see that one coming.


Other thoughts from my weekend: Talladega Nights was funny, but not on par with Old School. Maybe more of an Anchorman quality, but with less quotables and more ad-libbed humor. 'Walker' and 'Texas Ranger' are great names for kids. A viewing at Alamo Drafthouse added much to the experience.

Hoity Toity midtown clubs are not my preferred weekend entertainment venues, but Club Epic is pretty tight on headcount, so if ya beat the rush, you get the privilege of a 2 or even 3 to 1 ratio of sausage (who have to wait in line) to hot girls (who you can bet look good on the dance floor), which I submit to you is a 'good thing.' Beer's also reasonably priced for a place where Aston Martins and Bentleys are valet parked.

Deadwood rocks my world. Didn't bother to get dressed, put on my contacts, or see the light of day on Sunday due to a marathon catch-up on season 3. Shots of whiskey all around.