Stealing Tom's ideas or My first job

My first real job was a ski/golf resort in Cedar, MI called Sugar Loaf. I worked in housekeeping as a houseman. I had never heard of a position called the houseman until I applied for it. I did this job starting, I think, late in my sophomore of high school. I remember wanting to get a job after a few friends and I went to a pizza parlor after baseball practice and I had no money to play video games with the rest of them. I was, like, "Man, I need a fucking job, I feel like a little kid."

It was a minimum wage job and the duties consisted mostly of picking up dirty linen that the maids bagged up while cleaning the rooms and delivering clean laundry to them as they needed it. Another major duty was delivering roll away beds to rooms. Also, each of the three houseman split up the evening duties. That consisted of emptying the garbage cans around the place when you first got there and then just patrolling the area and cleaning up spills and barf when required.

Sugar Loaf was a place where a lot of kids from my school hung out. Many of them skiied but not all of them. A few regulars just came to play video games in the lounge and hope to find someone that would buy them alcohol. I remember there was one particular game in the room that would give you free credits if you kicked it in the right spot with a ski boot. The catcher from our high school baseball team, Anthony Hayes, was especially adept at racking up phalangeal credits.

One of my favorite activities was spending time with these middle aged ladies of Polish descent who worked in the laundry. They smoked a lot, played bingo and liked to talk. My favorite was the mother of a one of my classmates. I had a huge crush on her daughter and her mother knew and liked to say to me, "you'd be perfect for my Veronica." Since I knew I wasn't 'cool' enough for Veronica it used to amuse me to tell her what her mother said since it embarrassed her. That was a close as I knew I was ever going to get to making Veronica blush.

Methinks they protest too much

I see that Al Franken is being sued by Fox for his use of the phrase fair and balanced in the title of his new book. What I think they are actually are afraid is the fact that Al is going to savage them in his book and perhaps reveal to some who may not know how horrible their 'news' coverage is.

Yeah, like anyone who watches Fox News is going to read a book by Al Franken.

Last night again

Here are a couple of more pics from last night.

First is a picture of the fellas. From left to right:
Martin, James, Michael and Tom. All bloggers!



And here's another picture of last nights David Childers' show. I think this shows the intensity of one of his shows.

Who's to say?

I had such a warm fuzzy day today except for those dang dudes that woke me up. That is so far in the past that I forgive them. Especially after I found out that our manager forgot to send a letter out that would have informed us that construction workers would be banging on the side of our buildings at such an early hour. Good thing rent here is super cheap or I would consider complaining.

How I warm fuzzied the day: burned CD's of good stuff for peoples. I wish I had time to make a mix for Tom but you can't do everything. I spent some time and finished reading the graphic novel "The Crow" that Martin loaned me. I'm still digesting that disturbing work. Read more of "Kavalier and Clay." Watched a movie with fellow bloggers. I will do a major picture post and blog link of that tomorrow.

Our movie night consisted of watching a half hour of "Godzilla 2000" which is the standard Japanese rubber suited Go-Jira with some nice digital touches. We then watched "Raging Bull." What an amazing and challenging movie!

After that I got home and strolled to a new club within walking distance of my home called "The Room." Playing there was David Childers. Dang, he's good. All I have to say about the usual soul cleansing Childers' show is the picture of his guitar player, Eric Lovell, which is below this text.

Hey, look where I live!

Mother Puss Bucket

Last night I went to bed about 2 a.m. after watching Smokey and the Bandit. I just woke up a few minutes ago to the sound of a Carolina country boy pounding on and tearing off the rain gutters of my building. Since I had no chance but to be awake I picked up snippets of their conversation. The one on the ladder who was making biggest ruckus expressed concern over the power lines and referred to the other vernacularly as "son."

As I laid in bed, my required eight hours of sleep hopelessly shattered I prayed to Jebus that they would go away. I was forced into prayer for one reason only: I do not have a gun.

Here is one of them

Garbage

I hope my mudder don't see dis

I don't remember what I was listening to but I seem to be enjoying it a great deal.

Complete and utter fucking insanity

"Major Michael Shavers, a Pentagon spokesman, said: "We need to change our nuclear strategy from the cold war to one that can deal with emerging threats."

Nuclear strategy?!?!?!?!?!?

The only fucking nuclear strategy we need, you fucks, is one that declares that we will never use nukes unless an opposing army is threatening our very existence.

What a bunch of fucking goddamn assholes. Bunker busting nuclear weapons?

New slogan for the upcoming election: ABB. Anybody but Bush.

Oh, and thanks to James for the link.

I am an egg

Few things in life are more satisfying than
wrapping your hand around a full styrofoam
container of jumbo sized eggs. So much life
is in your hand. Twelve potential inhabitants of
this planet are aborted and then chilled.
Their fate, in my household, is to either have
their protective shells shattered while their
essence is fried in a pan or having the energy
that would house and feed them hardened by
heat generated by boiling water. This energy will
then be released from its off-white boarding
school of 'no escape' and slowly cooled betwixt
my choppers.

Dang, I likes eggs.