Golds up in my moufs

I get my new crown installed in a few minutes. I never thought I would have a gold tooth. At least its in the back or I would have had to get my initials in it or something. Sucker is heavy too. Great, one more way that I am more valuable dead than alive.

IP logging can be fascinating.

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Enough with the plastic guitar already!

With all the Guitar Hero posts lately, I figured I would pass this on. I got a clip of my old buddy David Vincent bringing the metal for real. This is from Wacken Open Air, the biggest heavy metal fest in the world. These guys are shredding it up for REAL, no colored buttons here. This is METAL. Enjoy it fuckers.

Pad Thai and cocktails rules!

Am I the only one who wants to have fun?

Thank God for Mo. Cause nobody else wants to hang out and have a few tonight.

Perfect to the third power.

Went to bed last night and didn't fall asleep, so I fired up the geetar machine. After one warm up song, I nailed the next one 100%. Then the next one, and the one after that. Three in a row bitches! More screens to follow. Shit, right now I'm on a stool sipping my Crown.

I can't help but laugh

I don't know why, but ever since I saw the 'Slap Bet' episode of How I Met Your Mother I can't help but be amused by slapping people in the face. It just feels so fucking good. I mean, how else can you inflict physical and emotional pain on someone, without really injuring them in any major way? I just love it. It all started with the 'you can't eat that whole gyro' bet at the Les Claypool concert. Anthony, Mark and I slapped the shit out of each other more times than I can count. And it was funnier than hell. Although Ant has pretty big, heavy hands.

The tradition was carried on at the Rev. Horton Heat show, right there in the audience. Strangers around us must have wondered why three grown men were smacking each other across there (drunken) faces for no good reason. It's a wonder security didn't think we were fighting.

Well, I just saw last nights episode, and I laughed so hard I left a little drop of pee-pee in my shorts. Seriously, I can't wait for the next get together so I can lay one down on the first guy to spill a beer.

I think Marshall says it best in the following song:



And if you haven't seen the show, you deserve a good hard slap in the face yourself.

No seriously, I do other stuff too...

Since the last week of posts has pretty much been Guitar Hero related, I will continue the trend. This time only to point out that now matter how into it I might be, there are others out there who make me still look sane by comparison. Case in point, this picture Anthony sent me, whoever did this has really gone off the deep end.

Second post for today, this can't wait.

I knew he would do it. After playing last night, there's no way he could resist rocking out on his big new TV. Too bad he has an xbox so we can't use both of our guitars together. Oh well, at least there's two more air-rockers in the neighborhood now. Gotta go. Its time to bring the rock!

Guitar Madness continues to spread

I think I have been charged with a divine mission, get every person I know to at least try Guitar Hero. And in the process infect as many as possible with a ridiculous obsession for the game.

Last night my neighbors Jade and Lindsay came over, and after a little encouragement from Sarah, tried out the game. Lindsay took to it right away and is already a worthwhile player. Jade had a little problem getting started, in part because he has an injured eye right now, but has picked it up also and swears he can get the hang of it 'within a week'.

It warms my heart to know that I am not the only one to be strangely captivated by this little plastic guitar and all the little colored dots.

Nothing else to write about right now, things have been stuck in the work-eat-sleep cycle this week.

Dentistry sucks...

I'm not one of those people who is afraid of the dentist, and I'm not one who hates the dentist. Let's just say that for today, he is not my favorite person. Why is it when I try to 'use up' my insurance it costs me more money? So now I am $900 lighter in the wallet and cant chew on the left side. Hoo-fucking-rah!

The side of my face is numb and I would oh so cherish a pint right now. But if I tried to drink it I would end up with it in my lap. What a waste.

Mmmmmm, good thing the cookies Dora from work baked me are nice and soft and crumbly.

Guess there's nothing left to do now but go rock out some Guitar Hero, I set a new personal best on Welcome to the Jungle today.

The sickness is spreading...

That's right, I made believers of them both. Last night Gibby and Sarah ended up coming by after dinner to drink beer and play Guitar Hero at my house. They both thought it was soooo lame when I bought it, and me even lamer for wanting it so bad. Well give them an hour on easy mode and they came right around.

I think Gibby might even LIKE playing it. Even with his fucked up pinky finger. (You'll have to ask him)

Timing is everything, and diving is off for another month.

This photo was taken in Buford Sink sometime this week. The last time Gibby and I walked out there a month ago it looked like a mudhole. Too bad now that it has cleared up, I'm on call the next two weekends. And this is after I bought myself a new dive computer and a new digital underwater camera, just my luck.

And I was really looking forward to trying to get a very similar picture when we went. I love the way the light rays were captured. Thats just what it looks like when you're in there, you can still see the trees above even down at 140 feet.

Oh well, the good part is the water will be the same temp in December as it was in July. It will just be an easier walk out there.

I've got a Devil in a Bottle!

Last night fuckin' rocked. It was Reverend Horton Heat with Hank III and Nashville Pussy at Jannus Landing. I went with Anthony and Mark in what is becoming the semi-annual boys night out in St Pete. Like last time we got there early, checked into our hotel rooms, and convened at Midtown Sundries for lunch and drinks. After watching Anthony down a strange combination of 3 different liquors, Mark and I finished our Jack&Cokes and headed across to Detroit Liquors for a to go bottle.

Wellllll... the first bottle of Jack was gone before doors opened. Which was no big deal cause I was already loud 'n proud at that point anyway. Good thing I had that flask full of Crown Royal in my pocket ;)

Hank III rocked but I can't remember most of the Reverend's set. Primo as usual I'm sure. I was too busy weaving around the crowd and spilling beer everywhere. I ran into Dave and Gen, Kristin, Monique (and her twin sister - oops!) and Blake. All of whom were surprised to see me, though I think it might have been disgust, not surprise on their faces.

The whole night pretty much ended up looking a lot like this. I had a great time all around, but might have pushed my luck with the drinking a little. If it weren't for the fact that a lot of people hadn't seen me at all in a while, I might have made an ass of myself. OH WELL. Those of you who know me, know by now that I can get a little 'hyper' sometimes. But I also know that you guys all love me anyways.

Here's to all my good friends, you guys all rock!

Happy FREAKIN Halloween!

Spent Halloween night in Miami with Gen and the gang. I saw a lot of people I had not seen for years now. A lot of old Tampa pals were there, plus slave Chris from Ft Lauderdale and Chuck the INS Guy. It was a lot of fun, and interesting to watch the show get set up instead of doing it. This was probably only the third Gen show in my life that I have just watched from the audience. It was kind of surreal.

I saw the best costume last night, and I wasn't even sure if it was meant to be a costume at first. Who can guess who this guy is supposed to be?

Anyhow, the weather sucked thanks to Hurricane Noel, and driving in the rain in Miami is no fun. Somehow I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning for the drive home, even though I was up WAYY past my usual bedtime.

I'm not programmed for the rock schedule anymore.

To anybody who might have been there, get in touch. I miss rockin out occasionally.