tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54406612011-04-21T17:20:33.594-04:00P.noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440661.post-1096517308742513862004-09-29T23:59:00.000-04:002004-09-30T00:09:50.156-04:00

Anyone that knows me knows that I'm not really a fan of country music. It's not that I dislike it, it's just something that I never really got into. So it pretty much goes without saying that my knowledge of the world of country music is limited to the fact that Shania Twain is hot and Kenny Rogers made music before he made chicken. Which brings me to my point. Tonight at work, a co-worker, who

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..... my boss has lost his mind. We've been short-handed at work for the past few months. One guy left to go work for another agency, another couple guys out for kidney stones and a broken finger, respectively. Plus, the other guys that still work here have vacation planned and stuff like that (not to mention the fuckwad that called in sick this past Sunday after having been in Florida all week)

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Like others I know, I'm pretty damn lost without a hockey season starting up next month. It figures, the one sport that I really start to enjoy and get into, and it's just not happening this year (that we know of anyway). Sure, there's still some hope that the season can be salvaged and all that, but I'm hardly that optimistic about it. I read this morning that Capitals goaltender Olie Kolzig

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Yep, you heard me correctly. I have a day off DURING THE WEEK! My schedule at work has been pretty fucked up lately, so I was told by my boss that I should take a couple days off so as not to completely destroy the overtime budget (yeah, like I make that much $ in the first damn place!). So I took today and tomorrow off. All this free time on my hands. What to do, what to do? Well, I figured

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It's a rare moment that I'm enthusiastic about a Monday, but today is easily an exception. I slept pretty well last night, which is a welcome departure from the usual routine around here. I actually had the entire weekend off, instead of just Sunday like I usually do - so it was good to have a nice, two-day break. So here I am, bright and early (well, not really bright just yet, as I managed

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I've pretty much been working 6 days a week for quite awhile now. Every now and then I might manage to sneak a day off in the middle of the week or something (and there was the 3 days recently when I got away to go to that conference, but I'd hardly consider that "vacation"). Last week was really no exception. Worked Monday through Saturday and it's back to work today. Yesterday, my only day off,

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Busy isn't even the word to describe how things are going lately. Work, as always, has kept me running from one place to another. I have 5 warrants on my desk that I need to get in order to close out some cases. That's a good number for a week. Plus, I was informed by my boss the other day that he wanted me to more or less drop everything else and initiate a narcotics investigation. I love doing

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Well, I'm back from my trip t0 Western Maryland. I decided at the last minute that I wanted to go up there Sunday night as opposed to Monday morning and get a bit of a head start on my "vacation." Not a bad idea on my part. I had a really good time. The place I stayed at was, for the most part, in the middle of nowhere. But it was so nice out there. My room overlooked a huge lake. There was a

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....I'm exhausted. The past couple days at work have been long and moderately stressful. Although I managed to make three arrests in two cases I've been working on since early May, it lead to other things. As they say, "the plot thickens." Anyhow, I'm too beat to even write much. All I know is, thank God I'm heading out-of-town for a few days next week. After the week I just had, I need an

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I did manage to get a little last night. Woke up at an ungodly early hour this morning. I remember the days when I'd beat the shit out of my alarm clock when it went off around 6:00. I miss those days. So I dragged my ass out of bed and turned on the coffee maker. I sat here and checked out the news and weather, and my e-mail. All the stuff I normally do in the morning, only I did it much earlier

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I couldn't sleep last night. It's now shortly past 7AM and I'm sitting here listening to an old Smithereens tune, sipping on the damn good cup of coffee I just brewed, and thinking about how I should go about just picking this back up. It's been so long since I wrote in this thing that Blogger actually looks much different now. It took me a few minutes to get re-oriented. I think I got it now.

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I've been thinking about this for awhile now, and I think I'm going to give this a break. It's becoming increasingly difficult to find things to write about. Truth be told, there isn't a whole hell of a lot going on in my life right now. And I'm not exactly the best fiction writer. Some people were born to be good writers. They can develop and compose their thoughts pretty damn well. I

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I'm in a training class for work this week. Nothing terribly exciting. Just a class on Deadly Force Management Issues. Or, in layman's terms, "How to Handle Killing Someone." Well, that's a bit dramatic. But it's a pretty decent course. Guys from the FBI Behavioral Science Unit came in to lecture today. Pretty funny guys, actually. Gotta love it when a middle aged FBI guy in a suit stands

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I am a worthless slackjaw. There will be no photos from AC today. I simply could not muster up the motivation to fetch my camera from the car and download the pics. Why? I dunno. Just didn't feel like it. I'm in a bit of a funk today. Any particular reason why? Hell no. Just one of those things I guess. I did, however, update my song list over on the side. Great tunes. Earlier this

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It's been quite a busy week for me here. Obviously haven't had much time to keep things updated here. And now that I think about it, I don't really have the time now. Just thought I'd check in for a moment. I had a pretty good time in Atlantic City earlier this week. I took some good pics and as soon as I download them from my camera, I'll post 'em. Had a good St. Patrick's Day. Only

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WARNING - Slightly graphic photo below Well, it wasn't really much of a chase, as it was over before it began, but here's a recap of the events of this past Saturday night at work. One of my co-workers makes a traffic stop on a car at the entrance to a shopping center. Nothing unusual about that. Happens all the time. As luck would have it, when the officer was walking up to the car, it took

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I was off work all this week. This was my regularly scheduled two-day work week anyway (every other week I'm only scheduled to work Wed. and Thurs. - how cool is that?), but I took those two days off and had the whole week to recharge my batteries. It's been good to have the time to get a few things accomplished. Although a large majority of the time was spent lounging around here watching TV,

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So I sit down at Mr. Computer this morning (we're not on a first-name basis just yet), and check my email, as I'm so prone to doing. I got an email from eBay, which didn't really raise an eyebrow at first since I just bought something on eBay this week. But as I read it, something didn't exactly jive. The email was allegedly from eBay Customer Service and said something to the effect of

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I get home this afternoon from a busy few hours of running errands to find that the helpful UPS guy has left one of those sticky notes on my door telling me I wasn't home for a package delivery. What's this about? I didn't order anything lately. Well, I did, but I knew it wasn't being shipped UPS. Anyhow, I take the notice off my door and look at it. It's a package from Comcast SportsNet.

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I was unloading my car yesterday evening after a trip to the store for beer and groceries (yes, in that order). One of my neighbors from my building walks up. I can't for the life of me remember her name, but she lives on the third floor and I know she's the only one who's lived here longer than me. I don't know if I'm a terrible neighbor, but I keep to myself I suppose. Although there are

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I'm not sure I get it. I received a number of phone calls last night from people I know. They apparently saw me on TV last night. Hey, good for me! There was a homicide at a McDonald's restaurant where I work yesterday afternoon. I spent the better part of four hours at the scene "taking care of business," so to speak. Needless to say, a guy getting gunned down in the middle of the

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At work tonight I was approached by this older man. At first I thought he wanted directions or something like that. He'd driven up next to my cruiser, got out, walked over to my passenger's side window and introduced himself to me. He seemed like a pretty nice man. But after I spoke to him for a minute or so, I got the sense that something was wrong. Little of what he was saying made much

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I like moments like these. Those times when I'm sitting around listening to music (yeah, like that's not ALL the time), and I happen upon some great stuff that I used to listen to constantly, and for no particular reason, stopped. This past week, I re-acquainted myself with some old friends of mine from back in the 80's. Well, they are hardly an "80's" band, since they've been putting out

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I'm driving around at work last night, fighting off the criminal element, that kind of thing. I start flipping through my car radio stations when I hear a song that's somewhat familiar. I listen for a few more seconds. Yep, it's definitely the song I think it is, but it's not the original. Ahhhh, someone's covered this song. Being the musical snob I am (and having played in a cover band

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"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and

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Anyone who knows me personally knows I'm a big time hockey fan. And try as I might to show some loyalty to the Washington Capitals, they disappointed me in a huge way yesterday. Trade rumors had been flying around for quite awhile, but I never really took them too seriously until the past week. And yesterday confirmed it all. We couldn't keep Jagr. Allegedly it all boiled down to the fact

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I've been working my ass off lately. On my scheduled days off, I work. I'm such a whore. I like making $ and all that, but I need some time for myself. I decided to take a couple days off in the begining of March. For no particular reason other than to not be at work. Some of the other guys at work and I have been planning a two day trip to Atlantic City in mid-March to do a little gambling

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So we've well established that I dislike my boss, Lt. Assclown, and think that he and his brother screwed me. Not that I'm bitter about that. Heavens no. Anyhow, here's where the plot, as they say, thickens. December 2003. The Chief, who pretty much gave Lt. Assclown all his power and was either ignorant, or turned a blind eye, to the shit he was pulling with everyone, announces his

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Here's the deal. Like I mentioned before, there have been some serious changes at work lately. All of them are good, if not great, changes, but in order for anyone to fully appreciate it (although you couldn't possibly appreciate it nearly as much as I do), I have to back track a bit and set all this up for you. This really is a long story, but I'll try to shorten it up as much as I possibly

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I know I said I'd discuss it, but I'm a bit worn out on talking about work this week. Although it's a great story to tell, it's a long one and I really just feel like talking about anything but that right now. So I'll prattle on about some other nonsense for the time being and revisit the work-related stuff later on. Although, as a work-related aside, I was in a wicked pursuit on Tuesday

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I haven't had the chance to write much the last several days. MAJOR goings-on at work. Without getting into all the details right now, let's just say that for the first time in a long time, I'm very happy about the concept of going to work. Significant changes that started Friday afternoon and kept developing into Sunday morning have kept me celebrating all weekend! It's a long story, but it

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So I've been sitting around here all day (well, not entirely - I DID manage to clean up my apartment and do my laundry) and I haven't really been able to focus on too much for some bizarre reason. Lots of random thoughts wandering around in my head - desperately in need of a tour guide. I thought about going out for a bit today - returning the really bad DVD my brother gave me for Christmas

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Happy New Year everyone. Hope all went well and the hangovers have subsided. I know mine has. So this is the time of the year when people resolve to do something, or somethings, during the upcoming year - usually in list form. And, invariably, no one can seem to stick with it. Most people go for the usual. "Quit smoking, lose weight, take a trip somewhere," that kind of shit. I guess

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First of all, I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Mine wasn't too bad, although it had to wait until the 26th when I wasn't working and could actually see my family. Back to work today though, but at least I'm off for New Year's. Moving right along. I got an email today from my ex-girlfriend. I broke up with her back in May after being together for about two years. I won't get into all

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I was sitting at home today wrapping up some gifts and waiting on the UPS guy to show up with a couple things I ordered for my brother. I was a bit surprised when the FedEx guy showed up first. I didn't order anything that was being shipped FedEx. Well, it's addressed to me, so I open it up. Early Christmas presents rule! My brother and sister in-law, who I planned on seeing at my parents'

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Yep, it's definitely that time of year again. Trees in the living rooms, wreaths on the doors, lights outside the house, cards in the mail. Ah, Christmas. It's also the time of year for assface idiots with little to no patience for their fellow man. "Peace on Earth?" "Good Will Toward Men?" Not around here, man. The stores and the roads are crammed with people in such a damn hurry to buy

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As was so nicely pointed out (thanks a lot Anne!), I haven't written much lately. Writer's block? I dunno. Lack of motivation? Probably. Truth be told, folks, there really hasn't been much to tell. Unless I decided to bore you all with the inconsequential details of my life, which just wouldn't be fair to you. Nothing terribly noteworthy going on in my corner of the world lately. I

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I'm just curious. Sure, we got a little snow, mostly sleet and freezing rain though. Tomorrow we're supposed to get a good bit of snow. But having lived in this area for the better part of three decades now, I have to tell everyone......IT'S PRETTY FUCKING NORMAL! It's not like we're in South Florida where this type of weather isn't exactly commonplace. So why is it that whenever we get some

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I swear the birds in my neighborhood must hate my fucking guts. Don't really know why. I never did anything to them. I have absolutely nothing against the winged visitors on my block. But damn, they sure have it out for me. Pretty much every day they lay some vicious air strikes on my cars. I just washed my VW on Sunday, but you'd never know it today. Plenty of funk all over the car again.

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So yesterday afternoon my brother calls me and suggests that I meet him for dinner at the Outback Steakhouse in Dale City, VA. Mind you, I have no idea where that is and after looking it up I find that I have a nice drive ahead of me. During DC rush hour no less. Great. I figured that I'd go down a little early since this joint is near Potomac Mills, a big, honkin' mall with all kinds of neat

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So today is my birthday. Good for me. So I'm sitting here looking over the e-cards that some people were nice enough to send me. You know who you are, and thank you very much. Yahoo! was nice enough to wish me a happy birthday as well, and provided me with some neat little birthday factoids. It's so nice to know that I share my birthday, not only with my twin brother, but with such

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..... for crap advertising on TV. Well, we pretty much get that year-round, but it seems like there's just so much more of it when the holidays are upon us. For example: I'm watching a little TV last night and this commercial comes on TV. Even after watching the whole thing, I was convinced it was a joke because I was watching Comedy Central. Sadly, it wasn't a joke. It was a commercial

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I can't help but make a little remark about all this Michael Jackson bullshit. This guy should've been locked up a long time ago. So now we get to witness this intergalactic freak show once again. Is it any shock that he's being accused of something like this again? Take a look folks. If anyone can look at this picture and see "innocence," they need to have their heads checked.

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I don't have a large family by any stretch of the imagination. I have Mom and Dad, my twin brother, and aside from an aunt, uncle and a handful of cousins, that's pretty much it. My mother called me a couple days ago when I was at work and left a message asking me to call her when I had the chance. So I call her back tonight. The conversation is the same old thing. Mom: "How are you." Me:

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I'm sitting here after working some OT tonight, drinking a beer, relaxing a bit. While flipping through the channels, figuring that I'd again be left with crap despite the fact that I have like a half a million HBO and Cinemax channels to choose from, I'm pleasantly surprised. "Beautiful Girls" is on. There are so many things about this movie that entertain me. So many incredibly funny lines

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What a good weekend to have off from work (except for a few hours Sat. night when I did a security gig for easy $). On Saturday, Comedy Central had a Saturday Night Live marathon. Laughed my ass off all afternoon. Didn't even want to leave for work. But the lure of that easy money made me pry my ass off the sofa. Anyway.... Sunday, Bravo did the "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" marathon.

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Last night my Washington Capitals were playing like I knew they could (and playing like they should have been playing all along). They beat the hell out of the Carolina Hurricanes 7-1. Robert Lang (who I was smart enough to put on my fantasy hockey team) scored his first career hat trick, which was VERY cool. Alexander Semin, Dainius Zubrus and Brian Willsie also scored. It would've been a

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Every year we have to get together at work and take pictures in our Class A, or "dress," uniforms. In actuality, it's a complete waste of time. We stand around for a couple hours while the photographer gets his shit together and then we all get lined up, posed and all that, for pictures that take about a minute and a half to shoot. But I get paid for it, so I guess that makes it alright. Even

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So my brother calls me from Pittsburgh today. He's working on a holiday. What a dedicated employee he is. Actually I think he was working today for taking some day off last week. Whatever. It must be nice to have a flexible schedule. He asks me how my knee is doing and all that. Thanks bro, I appreciate the concern. Then he asks when I'm going to apply for a federal job. I know he's

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Well, the doc has me off work until at least Saturday. I have to go back Friday morning and have him take another look at my knee. Basically it's just to see if my skin has grown back to the point where I can fucking walk around without being in agonizing pain. I like being off work for a week and all, but not like this. I'm going to go insane in another day or two. I have a ton of cable

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Yep, Injured Reserve. I'm not terribly proud of it either. Long story short: I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to work a little OT Friday night. I'd worked the 5AM - 5PM shift and figured that I'd stay over until around 8 and make some easy money. Well just as I'm about to leave I go out to assist some guys doing foot patrol with someone they had arrested. Easy enough, I'm just

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This happens to me from time to time. I've been doing shift work for almost a decade now. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. To a degree, I am. But there are those occasions, this being one of them, that I get a little screwed up. I haven't slept since yesterday. And I can't sleep until tonight. My schedule was changed a bit this week from what it normally would be. Monday I

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Me. That's who. I was driving home from work this morning listening to a DC rock station on the radio (DC 101 in case you're curious). I wasn't paying too much attention, so I'm not entirely sure what they were talking about at the time, but the DJ mentioned "Dr. Dre." No, not the Dre we all know from the rap world and lousy acting stints. Not the Dre that once had Snoop Dogg under his wing

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Can it be possible, just for a moment, that the kids who live next door could just shut the fuck up for a second??? Now, I'm not anti-kid. I don't have any kids, but I certainly have nothing against them. I do, however, have a little something against those little yard apes that just run around screaming their heads off for no apparent reason. Which is what my neighbor kids are doing right

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Lawrence What Office Space character are you? brought to you by Quizilla

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WE WON!!!! It's about damn time the Washington Capitals won a game. Washington 2, Atlanta 1. Quoth Homer J. Simpson, "Whoo Hoo!" We failed big time in that long-ass road trip recently. It was our second win so far after winning the season opener at home. Second win? Yeah, that's lousy, but we Capitals fans are used to a miserable start. Hopefully tomorrow's game in Minnesota will be

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......was not what I was doing when I thought up how to submit your answers. If you post them in the comments, as Lisa was nice enough to point out, others will see your answers, too. Instead, feel free to email them to me. I'll post all the correct answers Monday afternoon.

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Here we go. Here's the list. You provide the answers. I'd say that damn near all of these are from comedies since they happen to be my favorite kinds of movies. Plus, are you really gonna remember any crap line from some sappy drama? I didn't think so. Let's see who the know-it-all is. 1. "Lawrence, you awake?" "Yeah." "You wanna come over?" "No thanks, man. I don't want you

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After thinking about it last night, I figured that the only real way I could incorporate quotes into an actual story is if I were to write a fucking novel. Well, that's not going to happen. So I'm just going to lay down a little "Test of Useless Knowledge." I'll number 'em out for you and you all can submit your answers. Simple enough. I'll try not to come up with anything too obscure, but

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I need a day or so to come up with a good "story" and all the good quotes to throw in there. I don't want to make it too easy for Anne, er, uh, someone to win. Right now, I'm just getting in from a long-ass night at work, so my brain is fried. When I'm back amongst the world of the living today I'll try to come up with something entertaining, yet challenging. And for those of you, er, uh,

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A thought occurred to me last night as I was driving home from work. Not really sure what prompted it, but here it is. How cool would it be if I wrote an entry that was chocked full of quotes from popular movies? Follow me on this here..... I'll write up an entry and in the process of telling my incredibly ficticious story, I'll throw in a number of movie quotes, which of course will appear

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Well, Halloween is just about here. As holidays go, I'd say this is one of the better ones. Although I haven't really "celebrated" it much the past couple years (mostly because I was working). This year, I find myself with the night off. I could stay home and hand out snacks to the local kids (and being the cool guy I am, I would have nothing but the best damn candy on the block). But, since

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AM was nice enough to point out in a recent comment that I work in one of the highest crime areas in the country. True as that may be, it's hardly flattering. But, when it's not dangerous, it's entertaining. I was driving around recently through a shopping center parking lot, and lo and behold, what do I spy? What has to be one of the most ridiculous names for a restaurant I've ever seen.

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So this morning I wander into my local grocery store for a cup o' joe. They happen to have one of those little Starbucks bars in the store, and since the actual Starbucks near my place is way too busy at that hour, it seemed like the easiest way to get my fix. I grab my cup and head to the checkout. It's the only thing I have, and I need to get my ass to the courthouse. Of course, none of the

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I'm back from a kick ass show at the 9:30 Club here in Washington, D.C. featuring one of the baddest bands in the land, Fuel. I see a lot of shows, and the last time I saw Fuel was in '99 at the HFStival in D.C. They had just released "Sunburn" and were still relatively unheard of. Tonight, they OWNED the place. Sold out show, packed room, plenty of energy. Plenty of beer for me, too, but

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I've already given mad props to AM for designing this thing for me. She even allowed me some input. How sweet of her. I just feel the need to clear something up for a moment. See that little "blurb" to the left where it lists my status as "single and HOT?" Yeah, I didn't write that. Sure, it might be true and all, but if I wrote that, it might come off as concieted. My ego is not nearly

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Hey, I'm not retarded after all! I can add pictures! Damn, I'm good! Happy 30th Anniversary to the Capitals! Oh, and happy belated one year anniversary to AM.

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Damn, this thing is really taking shape, eh? Muchos gracias to senorita Annmarie for hooking me up like a mofo. She does indeed rock! Now I have a nice friendly place to rant and rave like a freakin' madman. And believe me, I will. Just have to fine tune a few more things here and the show begins. Take your seats folks, this ought to be good.

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Testing, testing...one, two.....three???

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