Your somewhat daily dose of Shoo.
Update: Squigly word is now all lower case and is only 4 characters long.
Sorry kids, but I had to do it. I now have the infamous squigly word installed on gotshoo.com. Most of you never saw the spam, but my comment moderating system was catching a bunch, but still, the evil-doers were getting through mostly posting on older posts.
Let me know if anyone has any problems!? okay. Shoo.
Betsy called me out of the blue this week. Not like we never talk, but it was one of those “Guess just what I heard,” type of phone calls. So get this she calls, “Chris, guess just what I heard on the radio.” I give her some left field answer that makes her pause for a moment. “No, I just heard SKA on the radio and I thought of YOU.” My brain, a little washed from years of hitting the books tried to recall high school years of when I would have been ‘Ska’. I asked Bets’,”How come you thought of me?” “Dude. You and Neal M. that used to be your thing.” Then a slu, yes a slu, of band names and concerts came pouring through my head. I was even on a WQNA for a Ska / punk radio for a half a year.
I was really obsessed with punk and ska scene at the time; being a little rebellious, against Top 40 music. I enjoyed it although I didn’t dress head to toe in black or a suit (most commonly done by the ska kids). Let’s see, I have seen Less Than Jake, Mu330, Mustard Plug, Against All Authority, Pennywise, Reel Big Fish, Rancid, Blue Meanies, Bouncing Soul… the list goes on.
So yes, Betsy, that was this guy right here. What a hell of a brain fart.
A free drink to who first can name the radio show on. And bonus: Whoever can name both radio shows I was on?!
My quote of the moment:
Bad taste? This is America, the Fertile Crescent of bad taste.
I think Tony Long from Wired.com is talking about me on and my Beastie Boy’s Brass Monkey ring tone on my cell.
Note on the ring tone. If you have heard it, you know its my phone. Its loud, objectionable and will make grandmas turn around to see what racket is going on. I’ve thought about it changing it. But I come to a dilema that I don’t think any other ring tone will be able to hold its own with the Beastie Boys. Also it pisses my dad off whenever I come over for family dinner and it rings. And it ALWAYS rings because its Sunday night and K is calling me for a movie or something or rather.
Any thoughts? My phone plays mp3’s so I can have anything.
Coffee talk topic of the day, “What is your ring tone? And what should the Shoo-man change his ring tone to?”
Spooky. SPooKy.
Only spooky thing around my place is the smell you might some times experience opening the bathroom door too quick.
This Saturday I have to work with at the bar. Its kind of the un-official official Halloween going out weekend. So I am debating on “dressing” up. If you have seen me in real life before you can attest to the fact that I am pretty scary to begin with.
Okay in the last two years I have dress up as Monk (which I carried a gobblit and drank out of the whole night) and the year before I was a Girls-Gone-Wild guy with tropical attire and a home made t-shirt.
This year? I need something special. Something that is flexible to work in. Something that will drive the ladies crazy. Something that will earn extra tips for the night…
Brainstorm… think … KABOOE.
I got it.
Okay, Me.
Yes, Me..
Like tight running shoes… (Ohh I love it!)
Vintage over priced stoned wash jeans … (You follow?)
Button up shirt… (HOT)
And the final touch … top button un-done. (HOLY COW -that’s it)
That, or something NASCAR related.
I am having McDonalds once again. I dare you to stop me. muw-hAHAH MUW-HAHAHA.
What? I got a free coke and large sandwich coming?!?
So my laptop is partly disassembled. I came home Saturday afternoon after a long trip helping Sterno move to Chicago. I was ready to finish a house plan for a client that I have been working with since July. I had already done one complete set for this client but they returned to make radical revisions after speaking with builders and finding out that they were way out of their budget. So Saturday, I get home and head to the lazy-boy with laptop in hand. I sit down and the push power button. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Nothing. Some jiggling. Nothing. Check the battery, power connection, idiot stuff. Still nothing.
I determine it is the power button. Cause all signs are a go for startup, but shit is happening.
I, being the industrious one fearing the rath of the geek sqaud at the big blue store, bust out my tools and start removing screws. I removed every screw I could get my hands on, but my effort barely opened the front layer. Pissed off, I give up on it for the night.
Sunday, a new day, a new man, still same ol’ shit. I rule out trying to buy a kit to hook my laptop HD to my current computer. By time I would buy the parts necessary and get everything downloaded and working, I could have redrawn the whole house. So that’s what I did Sunday. I did the whole house over again. Took me about 2 hours plus another hour to make revisions. Luckily, I had print outs of the blue prints before the laptop crapped out.
Laptop still sits 15′ away from me in an organized mess.
Where am I going with this? Ohh, I got to go back to the office tonight (cheers of joy) and finish the stuff up.
I hate you laptop!
After not eating Mc’Ds for months, I have been on a rampage eating the value meals like they were going out of style. Its this damn Monopoly game. Grr… as I count my Best Buy bucks and free medium fry and large sandwich. Why did I stop eating the Mc’D? No, I was not a Super Size Me convert. Never saw the movie. I think at the time I was going through a hippy stage. I preferred the mom and pop shops over the corporate empires. That and I started thinking about the health content. Having worked in a restaraunt for 5 plus years you get to see food in its raw form. You realize what goes into your food and what you should avoid. Like fries. Did you know that they are freeze dried with grease so that when you cook them that is why they turn a golden brown. My stomach just growled at me. Yum.
Okay, first step, I am hooked on the McDonalds again.
Second step… I will quit after Monopoly.
Third step… No, really.
Ohh another beautiful Saturday night, Ed and I duo-ed as the best sexiest bartenders in Springfield last night. Although Ed was little off making a double Captain and Sprite when he was suppose to make a Amarretto and diet, he improved his drink making average over the night. There were quite a few of our friends at the bar last night. I would list them, but that blogging trend is long-gone (reference for you old school gotshoo blog readers). K threw a kick ass after party afterwards. So kick ass, that I passed out eating my cheese sticks and cheezy puffs.. aww good stuff.
Ahh man, here comes Monday.
Helped Stern move up to Chicago last night. It’s a long drive. 3 and some change up driving North with a trailor and about 2 1/2 heading South. I made the mistake of leaving the iShuffle on over the night so my voyage home was left me surfing through FM space and day dreaming about stuff. You know stuff. Like the one time I drove up to Peoria to pick up a friend only to party one night at WIU. Or what that dorky kid from high school is doing; probably a millionare. Damn he was smart. Where am I going to be at in the next 5 years and can I afford a house and jet ski next year? Or how awesome was it that I got to party with a small-time band in Champaign.
Yup. A long drive.
Last night Merfe Lee and myself made one toast to the Cardinals for next year, and another toast to the Cubs for next year. Here’s to next year.
Almost forgot about it. YES, the BEST part of the game was seeing ED screaming with his yellow cap turned inside out to rally style yelling, “SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO TAGUCHI!” Ed, you made us proud. It took forever for me to get a hold of him after his appearance. He got over 18 phone calls. He said that I was the only one that knew what he was saying!!!
Yes, that is my pointing finger.
The Lucky Strikes were triumphant last night. Well we bowled a bling team. Amazing team they were. All blind and all. I bowled a 142, 197, and a 170 bringing my average up to 156.7. Not bad ehh? BTW, a blind team in bowling just means you bowl against your own team average.
I am still breathing heavy…. gahh.
Editor’s Note: Merf has been thrown out of the game for arguing balls and strikes.
Mark and Jessie are both on their way out of Springfield. Mark, aka SternO, is heading up to Chicago to work for company that produces coloring books. If I remember correctly, he will be working in the tic-tac-toe / word find department. I think they are paying him in animal crackers and juice boxes… I KID, I KiD. No, he is going to the Windy City to do graphic design.
Jessie, who still won’t make out with me, is heading back South to Mizzou. She is looking to work closer with her former professors and may work on her Masters. When you talk to people about this stuff at 2 am you tend to forget some details. Ohh, and if you didn’t know, she has a degree in journalism and is an awesome PHOTOGRAPHER… (I got yelled at for not telling someone that she did the photog thing.)
Anyway you two, I am proud of you for taking the leap.
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