I CAN go for that...

What is it that I can go for you ask? I have to say that I absolutely love me some Hall and Oates. You could question my manhood on this one, but fuck off. They have so many hits I don't know where to start.

Go ahead and look for them on iTunes. I know you're gonna. Click on their top hits and you'll go, I didn't know they sang that one. I know hop and dance and do that weird 80's head bob thing while you snap your fingers when you listen to "Maneater", don't deny it.

Although their H2O cover is uber gay, they still rock to no end. "You Make My Dreams Come True" is an 80's anthem. "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)" is timeless. Hall and Oates are totally "My USA".

...And From Left Field

Now this is something that Nikki and I stumbled upon over at The Superficial website. It's a site that Nikki frequents to learn of all the celebrity gossip that makes my eyes roll (kind of the same way ESPN makes hers roll). Anyways we saw this entry and I just had to blog about it.

It seems that an inmate in the South Carolina prison system named Johnathan Lee Riches claims that Michael Vick stole two of his pit bulls and used them for dog fighting. After he was done with the dogs, he sold them on eBay "and used the proceeds to buy missiles from the Iran Government." He also claims that Vick stole his identity to open credit cards at PetSmart and DoggieWarehouse. Also Vick is accused of selling apparel and other merchandise bearing the name of Johnathan Lee Riches.

It turns out Riches has a history of suing famous people and places. You have to check this out.

The plaintiff asks for $63 billion backed by gold and silver to be delivered to the South Carolina Corrections Facility.

...After reading this...I really don't...I'm having a hard time...trying to understand...WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS GUY?? I know I'd be the guy in jail egging him on and telling him to make his handwritten lawsuit "look real" because that might convince the District Attorney to take the case and prosecute Michael Vick for "using drugs in school zones" and because he "subjected me (Riches) to microwave testing."

Ha.

I hope Carly gets a kick out of this.

A Week Under the Stars

This post will be a narration without pictures since I forgot my camera on my camping trip to the Prineville Reservoir State Park in Prineville, Oregon.

Day One: Nikki and I were supposed to leave on Saturday the 11th, but couldn't work up the gumption to get off of our asses and actually pack some clothes (mostly because our clothes still needed to be washed) and clean the house since American Carli was watching our pad and keeping after our cats while we were out. We ended up shopping and leaving around 3:30pm on Sunday the 12th. I drove over Mt. Hood while Nikki played DJ. We only went the wrong way once as I had never driven to Prineville before and really didn't know where I was going. Although I led us astray, we ended up making it there in just over 2 1/2 hours (Google's directions gave something like 3 hours and 35 minutes for a travel time). This may be due to the fact that I was passing people on the two lane highway like I was Tony Stewart and averaging a speed of 85mph (I got that Nissan up to 102mph at one point). Anyways, we arrived and set up camp before it got dark and proceeded to play cards for most of the night.

Day two started early as Nikki woke up with an urge to relieve herself and then she couldn't fall back asleep after I walked her to the bathroom. "Are you going back to sleep?" she asked at one point, to which I said (with my eyes closed), "Nope." It was a little light outside (it turned out to be before 6am) and we played cards while keeping quiet. My mom woke up and we watched a deer eat whatever was left of a loaf of bread that Nikki and I brought.
Note: When camping, don't leave any type of food in any type of container that can be chewed through. The animals will find it, and eat it!)

The rest of the trip I spent getting burnt, swimming, pulled behind a boat, eating, sleeping, drinking and gabbing. I learned that camping really isn't fun unless you have lots of alcohol around. Nikki spent day four polishing off a bottle of Evan Williams. She drank the whole fuckin' thing!! Needless to say, she was pretty well shit-faced when we decided to go to bed and became the second person on the trip (my brother-in-law being the first) to succumb to an alcohol-induced yak-fest. She felt like shit the next day (the hangover plus an earache and sore throat) so we left on Friday to deal with life once again. I was glad to be home, in my own bed, but didn't want to deal with bills or work again. My vacation ends on Tuesday, when the bitch that is Fred Meyer calls me back to slave again at 9am.

Guess that means the end of my pathetic attempt at growing a beard (I haven't shaved since August 8th). Maybe I'll put a picture up before I shave it off. It was a great time. We saw stuff we normally don't see in the city (shooting stars, deer, lizards, giant toads, snakes), we battled the pathetic beings that call themselves park rangers. It was good times, indeed!

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As anyone who knows me would testify in front of a grand jury, I'm somewhat addicted to sports. I'll watch almost anything sports related on television. I enjoy a good tennis match every once in awhile. There's nothing more exciting than listening to Bob Costas cover a curling match between Latvia and Pakistan. I can recite statistics that nobody in their right mind should know and I constantly drive my girlfriend crazy with every word. I give her the play-by-play of some game and she just rolls her eyes and says, "That's nice, I don't care." I often start conversations with, "did you see that game/play/fumble/dunk last night?"

So what do I think of sports' most hallowed record being broken last night amid controversy and speculation that the new record-holder has juiced himself more than Orange Julius?

Eh.

Sure, he blasts the ball 500 feet whenever he makes contact, but you have to respect the skill that Barry Lamar Bonds possesses. He has a knack for "putting the wood on the ball" that I've never seen in my 23 years. You may soon be reading about asterisks and tainted records. A few headlines on the internet proclaim Barry Bonds the new home-run king. But they also have a negative tone to them.

Move over Hank Aaron. There's a new home-run champion. His name is Barry Bonds. Like it or not.
ESPN.com

Like it or not, Bonds is the greatest hitter of my generation. I guess you are innocent until proven guilty only if you don't play a professional sport. You are guily until proven innocent. The same goes for Mike Vick (MV7), Kobe Bryant, and a handful of others. They're tossed up to the media and opponents' fans (who throw syringes) It's not fair, but not a lot of things are these days.

I don't know about you, but this picture creeps me out....Sorry Carly!

Meals on Wheels

So if my blog has been less active lately, it's for a good reason. I don't have to ride the public transportation anymore because Nikki and I bought ourselves a shiny newer-not-quite-used car! We had been saving up for like a week and decided on a silver 2003 Nissan Altima. It may not be as cool as the red one in the commercials, but it's pretty sweet. Now I can start volunteering for Meals on Wheels!!

We've already taken it to the beach so that I could gamble legally for the first time in my life. After losing a dollar, I became enraged and left the gaming floor. Everything about the casino just creeped me out. It was like the waiting room for death. The mean age of the casino was lowered from 83.2 to 83.18 when Nikki and I entered. I had no idea how to play the damn slot machine and it took my dollar. I suggested we'd be better off at the arcade, which we spent the next two hours at, punching, shooting, screaming, and otherwise making complete asses out of ourselves. We ended up cashing in our tickets for a whoopie cusion, army men, that finger trap thing and a Tinkerbell tattoo that I've been dared to wear to work.

So don't expect to hear about any smelly bums or people vomiting at my feet on this blog...until I start school anyways.