So, yes, I was in Duluth from Tuesday until Saturday (more on that later, I'm sure). Then, on Saturday, a bunch of my friends threw me a going away party at my friend Zac's cabin. Yesterday was Mother's Day...so, here's my first blog entry in a while, and I apologize. When I reached the Top Ten blog sites, no one gave me the "With great power comes great responsibility" speech, so I'm figuring this all out the hard way. I'll blog about my adventures when I was gone a little later tonight....

Okay, so now i'm prety drunk. I headed down to Dulth to hang out with mhy bro, my real life brother, Adam. Damn, did we have a good time? I think we did. So, firsts started out at his friend Justin's hizzy. From there, we went to the MOTHERFUCKIN Reef, bissatches! If hyou know what i'm takng aotu, you know, finot, fuckya'l. So, we sang "Black" by my fav Pearl Jam..then we danced, like drunk assholes, to The Asshole Song, by Denis Leary. After that, we rocked outo to Ic3 Ice Baby,...

Sorry to beat a dead horse, but I was listening to Pearl Jam on the way home from work, and it really proved drove home the point I was making the other day about crappy lyrics in popular songs. Here's a contrast. Nelly "Pimp Juice" "Pimp juice - oooohoooooohhooooooooooohhh I think I need to let her loose (might think I need to let her loose) Let her loose, let her loooooose She only want me for my pimp juice (that's all she want me for f'real) Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin he...

When we do our after-hours closing duties at the store (sweeping, mopping, counting down tills and what have you) we always change the radio station from Golden Oldies or Hot Hits to a rap station (we have XM radio). I don't know if they play the same songs at the same time every night, but I'm getting really sick of the crap they play. Mostly it's Nelly and Fifty-Cent...I can't believe how lame those lyrics are. Example: "I just look at you and wonder how you got in those pants" (or somet...

I can't find my Ninja Gaiden game. I've looked all over my room. My Xbox never leaves my room, and I have no friends so I wouldn't have taken the game somewhere else (besides, it's a one player game, and who would invite me over so they could watch me play games? Seriously). My "step-nephew" was over the other day, so I took the game out of the Xbox so he could play a less violent game, in which he promptly lost interest. So I've spent that past two hours cleaning my room (basically sortin...

Hey guys! I need a little help here. I'm always on the lookout for good new (to me, anyway) music. I'll define 'good', in my tastes. I love Dispatch, Pearl Jam, Norah Jones, Storyhill. I'm really into the acoustic groove. "College music", I guess some people call it. Anyway, even though I don't really have money to spend, I'd love to hear some suggestions of bands you guys like. I'd prefer not to hear names of really mainstream bands, because I already know about them, and that woul...

My friend July and I are married. Apparently, we went down to Vegas one weekend and got hitched. We were at the chapel anyway, and I decided that I may as well propose and get this dating thing out of the way. It's boring. Anyway, that's a fun pretense. It started when she told me a story about her being in church, and the usher asking her if she'd like to wait for her husband. She held up her ringless wedding finger and told him she wasn't married. I, being the born smartass, replied "Wha...

Yeah, those are Pearl Jam lyrics. So what? This blog will probably be pointless rambling. If you don't like pointless rambling, stop now, you've been forewarned. My keyboard is really gross. It's got all kinds of specks (I was just checking the specs on the rotary girder...I'm retarded) of food and coffe and god knows what in it. Fortunately, those are all in the cracks, so I don't have to touch them. I once read a "true story" about someone who called tech support because their keyboar...

I hate Carl Pohlad. Who is Carl Pohlad, one might ask, and what has he done to incur my wrath? Carl Pohlad is the owner of the Minnesota Twins, "my" baseball team. As to why I hate him... Most recently, the reason I hate him is because of Victory Sports One. This is a television station he created when he bought the rights to air all Twins baseball games. That, in itself, is nothing hate worthy. A lot of owners own the rights to broadcast their games. I hate him because his whiny ne...

[This was originally a reply to a post, but I liked it, so I copied and pasted.] I work at a grocery store, and you know how they have those "Take a Penny Leave a Penny" dishes? Well, at the end of every shift, I take all those leftover pennies and put em in the "Support the Blind Kids Who Wanna Go to Camp to Pet Bunnies and Stuff" donation thing. I know it's not much, but I take them from every till, and when I don't work my coworker Rex does the same thing (in fact, I stole the idea from...

So, I was just talking to one of my friends on IM. She said she'd "brb" because she had to put her puppy out. When she came back, I asked her what kind of puppy it was. She said "it's a little huskie." I said "Well, maybe you're feeding it too much." I don't care who you are, THAT'S funny.

So, I was just talking to one of my friends on IM. She said she'd "brb" because she had to put her puppy out. When she came back, I asked her what kind of puppy it was. She said "it's a little huskie." I said "Well, maybe you're feeding it too much." I don't care who you are, THAT'S funny.

So, today at work (seems like so many of my articles start with that phrase) I got to rake the ditch. Those of you who have winters know how much garbage piles up in the snow over the season. Then, come Spring, the snow melts and 6 months worth of dirt and cigarette butts and Subway cups sifts to ground, where some unlucky shlub has to rake it up. Actually, I didn't mind it at all...it sorta broke up the monotony of the daily job, plus I got to work outside on a fairly nice day. I found an...

I am a night person. One of my favorite things to do in the middle of night is to walk out onto the porch. Sometimes, even though I'm not a smoker, I'll smoke one of my mom's cigarettes. Sometimes I'll cozy up to our huge, old, smelly, outside mutt and talk to him, even though he is past the age where he can hear most of the sounds I can make. Sometimes I'll close my eyes and listen to the distant timberwolves, their cries weaving their way through the softly rustling pine and birch branc...

This is all hearsay, mind you, because I never saw any of it with my own actual eyes. This all happened today at work, before I got there. Apparently the produce ladies were completely freaking out this morning. Someone went in to find out what the matter was, and they too freaked out. The cause for all the out-freaking was that a herd of tarantulas had stowed away in our banana cargo. Our bananas come from South America, where they have tarantulas aplenty, but I personally found it hard t...