Well before I start my ranting, I swear in really life I am quite normal and sane but get me blogging turns my words into something
Lewis Black would say.
A general recap: I have been off work the last week and a half. This cockbag is now well rested and mostly stress free from the BS occupying his mind. More important than the break off work was the much needed break from my masters. I am almost halfway done and ready to have that diploma in hand. My mind is waivering (like John Cary on Iraq) on whether or not I still want to pursue a PhD.
I actually survived Christmas/Festivus/Christian Chanukah. Cockbag is also happy to report that it was a very good Christmas. I got awesome gifts, better than the garden hose a few years back when I lived in an apartment. Of course I told everyone what I wanted, but this year they actually listened. Dad and step-mom got me a way cool iPod Nano (but I already need a bigger one, 500 songs I quickly found out doesn't go to far) and a portable flash drive which will come in handy with my laptop. Mom and step dad got me a digital camera (they actually got me a better one than what I asked for) and a huge memory card for it too. Brother got me a very nice iPod FM transmittor and charger for my car. Other relatives did quite well too with gift cards to Home Depot and Target. '
The only disappoint with Christmas/Festivus/Christian Chanukah was that my one niece was sick so I did not get to see her or her sister. Uncle Cockbag did quite well spoiling his nieces again this year and retaining the title as the uncle who buys the best, most obnoxious, and hated (by parents) gifts. The sick niece got an Elmo microphone that plays 10 of his favorite songs (sure to annoy everyone) and she apparantly is in love with it. I found new niece a really annoying and loud toy as well. I really outdid myself for my oldest niece, though as usual (I shouldn't have favorites but she is). I found a microphone stand that has sound effects pedals on it that had applause and drum rolls. She MC'd the gift opening at Christmas and made sure everyone got an ovation after opening their gift. It was by far the best $10 investment I have ever made.
I also caught up on some movies too. Watched Wedding Crashers for the almost 2nd time. I started to watch the movie this summer until the
incident prevented me from finishing it, another version of the story
is here. I also rented 40 Year Old Virgin. This is one of the funniest movies I have seen in a long time. The guys at the electronics store are all remind me of people I went to college with. The pothead is exactly like a guy Dave I know. Very good and very funny movie. My new favorite quote is "I should tear up the hardwood and see if there's carpet underneath."
My break from the grind was good and I got some projects I had been putting off around the house finally done. On a sad note my rental income will be coming to an end January 15 as my roommate, or as
B. Kitty refers to him, life partner, moves out. So I hope I can find a new roommate because Cockbag needs to pay da bills.
File this under not my ideaSaturday night started off ok with plans to hang out with Erin and Alison. Since Erin lives in O'Fallon, Illinois; Alison and I decided to pay a visit to the East-Side (sorry we forgot our tickets to the Sauget Ballet) and grab some dinner. I made Alison drive because I had left my bubble (see definition below) too many times in the past week. Erin's husband we'll say was indisposed of that evening and her parents met us for dinner instead. Dinner was good and they suggested going to a bar that had Karoke. Not my idea of fun but I am open to different experiences. Let's just say this was a dive bar-mullets, bad 80's perms, feathered hair, Stag, and Milwauke's Best served in cans.
Well four generations of one family were there too-70ish great-grandma with constant cigarette hanging out of the mouth, 50ish grandma slightly pudgy and wearing tacky Christmas sweater, mom in late 20's, and son probably around the age of 9. The sad part was the kid fell asleep with his head on the table around 11pm and the rest of the family still partied and sang. BelleVegas parenting at its best.
This one grizzled looking woman was there too. Rough looking face, blonde fem-mullet, and drinking a Milwauke's Best in a can-I was in love. We pulled a
trick from B. Kitty and am waiting on Erin to send photographic proof of my trailer park beauty queen. We stayed there way too long and then went to a bigger dive bar after that, that I am not even going to go into detail about.
New Years was pretty lame as well. I won't go into details but I went along with some friends to a bar, got annoyed, and went home at 10:30pm.
There you have it.
Cockbags Bubble: since moving to the city I generally stay within the following boundries: Northern Boundry is Delmar Blvd; Southern Boundry is Watson/Chippewa; Eastern Boundry Grand Blvd (sometimes only Kingshighway); and Western Boundry Brentwood Blvd. Leaving the bubble can lead to convulsions, foaming of the mouth, and lock jaw.