Tuesday Has Almost Come and Gone
CrYsTaL 2581: i didnt loooose a bet..i was just denying the truth when i first talked to tessa..haha
No way…you lost fair and square.
I thought you said you weren’t going to check the site until the pics were up? It’s Tuesday, and I’m still slacking…you gonna get on a plane and come down here?
Open:
Nice.
Mix:
Stir. Enjoy thoroughly.
Mix:
Mix. Enjoy, less than Drink Of The Night I or II.
Apparently, due to my camera’s convenient size and my affinity for snapping 200 pictures per event per night, every-one seems to think that I owe them copies of my pics. For the record, please send all future picture requests to me at this e-mail address. I’ll be sure to get right back to you.
But please, keep in mind: if you’re asking for photos, there is a good chance I have you in a compromising situation of some sort in at least 33% of the pictures in which you appear. So ask nicely, or you may end up like the dragons.
I promise, I’ll get ‘er up. I mean…get ‘em up.
“Really Unmarked” Police Cars in Tampa Bay
According to the Tampa Tribune, Hillsborough county and Tampa rank first in the state for traffic crashes; we’re in the top 5 nationwide for crashes with injuries. And you wonder why car insurance is so much when you call to renew. You’ll never see anyone from the Tampa Bay area on a Geico commercial, elated that "I just saved a boatload of money by switching to Geico." They might as well quit showing that fucking commercial around here.
And because of Tampa’s stupendous performance in the traffic crash department, we’ll now have some new cars riding around town trying to spot aggressive drivers. The arsenal includes an Expedition, Lincoln LS, Ford Explorer, and a red Ford F150. No whip antennas, no tell-tale yellow license plates, and no visible lights (until it’s too late).
Looks like I’ll have to stop weaving in and out of traffic, taunting other drivers, and ramming cars who cut in front of me.
Sneaky Tampa police. Next thing you know they’ll be posing as Coco the Clown who’s looking for some ass. Oh wait, they already did that.
Wow…it’s been 3 months and I haven’t put any new pics up. Quite a bit has happened since then, but I don’t know why I’ve been such a slacker about getting the pictures in here. Maybe it’s because I’m a slacker in general.
Crystal has been giving me a hard time about the pics from her trip to Tampa, so I promise to get some on the site ASAP. Be prepared, though. You’ve been warned.
Nickelback - Photograph is Captivating
Nickelback’s new single is quite possibly one of my all time favorites, and it’s not even out on CD yet. I love songs that tell a story and put you right into the setting, painting a picture with colors you might not have ever noticed had you really been there. Fitting for a song called Photograph. The CD won’t be released until October 8th which is a little disappointing, but I guess all good things are better with a bit of anticipation. Listen to Photograph on Nickelback’s website or try this direct link…and don’t forget to read the lyrics. Powerful.
This song brings back quite a few fond memories. Probably the most vivid is listening to How You Remind Me sitting in the ‘92 Camaro at Saint Leo, near Alumni and the tennis courts after busting my ass all day at Tingley from 8-5 and then Saddlebrook from 6-11…or riding around with Bill, tearing up the orange groves and laying down some rubber on the back rodes near the lake. Now I’ve gotta go listen to The State and see what else I can dig up.
Seems a bit odd to me that intangible things…memories, relationships, feelings…are the things that are hardest to say goodbye to. Something you can’t touch, can’t see, can’t feel…you know it’s there, of course, but where? What makes them so difficult to walk away from? At first glance, I’d think that cold, hard things would be the worst to leave…your home, a special birthday gift, that locket your great-grandmother passed down to your mom, who gave it to you on your 12th birthday instead of your 18th because she wouldn’t be around to see you become a teenager…the kinds of things that are irreplaceable. But aren’t the memories and feelings irreplaceable too?
I’m beginning to think not; quite the opposite, actually, and the main culprit seems to be time. The further in time I get from a person, a happy memory, nearly anything, the more transparent it becomes. Sure, it will always be there, but just not as vivid, as clear. And I’ll put ten bucks on it…look hard enough and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
It’s hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Just don’t say goodbye to the good ones.
Gas Prices Rise, Values Decline
I find it impossible to believe that a gas station only makes 1 cent profit per gallon of gas.
Wired News | Experts Say Rising Gas Prices Spur Thefts
Un fucking believable. And since when did they call them "burner labs?"
Wired News: Mob Pirates: Menace or Myth?
FYI: Organized crime has been involved in piracy and gray market goods since they got organized.
Bush: ‘I’m worried about gasoline prices’ - Politics - MSNBC.com
Insana: Some of your loyal opponents on Capitol Hill today made some cynical comments suggesting that you don’t mind way high oil prices because they help some of your friends in the oil business. How would you respond to statements like that?
President Bush: I, I’m the president of everybody. And I — look, I go to Fort Hood, Texas, and I sit down at a table with a young solider and we’re talking about his tour of duty. And one of the first questions he asked me is what are you going to do about gasoline prices, Mr. President?
I mean, here’s a kid who has, you know, put his life on the line for our nation’s freedom and for peace and he’s worried about gasoline prices. ‘Course I’m worried about gasoline prices.
Bush: ‘I’m worried about gasoline prices’ - Politics - MSNBC.com