Wow. Kinda get the feeling that I can pretty much write a bunch of nonsense here, and some people will just comment about whatever the fuck.
So, here's some nonsense.
Tonight, I go see Sister Hazel go ahead and mock, they are my favorite band to see live. I love them. I didn't get to see them at all in 2010, and I really missed them. So tonight I go. To House of Blues. No point in heading home to just head back downtown, so I'll be hanging around downtown solo for quite a bit tonight. Might get interesting.
Tomorrow night I go with VonMom and her two friends to the Songs of Good Cheer show at Old Town. This is a huge deal because: a) This show was one of VonDad's favorite things to do. b) I have never been to Old Town as a concert goer. Never. I don't even think I'll know how to just be there. I intend to be wasted anyway (see reason a)
Yesterday a little group of us from work - we are calling ourselves the South East Corner Group - went out for a little holiday lunch. Mad props to Mercat a la Planxa, home to Iron Chef Jose Garces. Informed of my food allergies, they were more than awesome to me, providing me with my own little plates of awesome when a dish contained something I could not have. Amazing food, tasty sangria. Your friend here had a little too much sangria, and now is subject to her fellow SECG people calling her Y-Von and Roxie. I need to learn now to not tell some of my highly amusing yet very personal stories.
Went to the bank yesterday to cash in a savings bond of mine that we had found in VonDad's things. Sure, the dude helping me was young, but I didn't think anything of it until he said:
"Wow! I've never seen one of these this OLD!"
Um....that was purchased for me when I was six months old. Fuck you, fuck your youth, and give me my fucking $131.57. Thanks.
Next week I am only working Monday, Wednesday and Thursday (hopefully just a 1/2 day on Thursday) and am then off until 1/3. I'm not entirely sure what kind of blogging I'll be doing in that time, part of the reason being that my internet connection at home is sketchy at best. Besides, since the end of October all I do when I'm not at work is sleep anyway, so not too much to write about there.
Anywho - so those are my tidbits for today.
Now. go do what you all do, and write about completely unrelated things in my comments.
31 comments:
LOL True. Soooo true.
You know, after having taken an extension class on commenting, and after looking at my comment again, I think Blogger might misconstrue the comment as spam. In the future, I will try to put down a comment that shows I've actually read the post, or try say something that you, and your readers, might actually want to discuss. M'OK???
And now for the requisite smiley...
:)
ZRM beat me to it...
And... yeah, all you do is sleep when you're at home. Remember that you talk to some of us in meatworld and tell us about what you're doing at home... m'ok?
SMILEY!!!!
ZRM beat me to it...
And by that, I meant the comment comment and the youth comment.
Are we off-topic yet??
wv: hauntrid
wv needs ZRM's School for Grammar and Spelling.
Unless we were giving ZRM crap for how he fucked up??
Which is what my comment box says, SO YOU ARE DOING AS I COMMAND.
ZRM beat me to it...
I knew that I had to get to that one fast.
I should assign a command key to that comment. In fact, it is tempting to uncork it in response to one of your comments on my post, Jennifer.
I'll take smiley over ((HUGS)) any day.
J - I fully intend to see you and your offspring over my 'break'. Not sure you'll be wanting to tell me all about having sex like a man in front of them though.
Z - keep smiling at me, and I may hop a train to your town and make you hang out with me one of my break days.....
meatworld
I think we went there when I was visiting Snag.
write a bunch of nonsense here, and some people will just comment about whatever the fuck.
I wish I could do the rotating Words of Wisdom thing on my blog, cuz that would SO go up there. I have never seen a better description of blogging.
As a matter of fact, Pinko? Are you paying attention? WORDS OF WISDOM, right there.
Not sure you'll be wanting to tell me all about having sex like a man...
Just a joke, Von.
In fact, it is tempting to uncork it in response to one of your comments on my post, Jennifer.
What post? You have a blog??
Von- I find the notion of you having too much snagria hard to believe... I don't think I've ever seen you overindulge in spirits.
Also, enjoy the Old Town, Von. I hear they serve beer there.
Is Jonboy going to play?
UNLESS SOME MONSTER!!!
Guilty. Zombie, yanno.
(psst....comments are on, thundra. Put down the Bloody Caesar.)
SANGria... not Snagria!
Dear Lord, what would Snagria consist of?? Chunks of meat floating in bourbon??
snagria
LOL. Gonna need a lonk for that, Jennifer.
Maybe YOU need to put down the Bloody Caesar too.
Chunks of meat floating in bourbon??
This reminds me of Prison Wine.
Gack!
On a happier note:
Have fun this weekend, Von! Good luck with the tricky stuff.
when you visit Jennifer and the Lamblets (Power-pop group?), Von, make sure you ask for Snagria.
Your friend here had a little too much sangria
Is this even possible?
and some people will just comment about whatever the fuck.
I have no idea what you are talking about.
Hey did you see this?
fish is trolling.
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One of the things I take deep and professional pride in is the quality of my off topic responses. I always kind of felt like I was the dood that had a hall pass to post whatever I liked in comments, regardless of the actual thread topic, because, well, c'mon, my posts were stories and dialogs and important bits of knowledge and reflections of society and culture and besides, aren't all you regular peeps supposed to be afraid of me?
Just asking.
But yeah. I would like a big glass of Snagria....
mikey
Gosh, I hope Von isn't too hung over.
If she is, a little Snagria will pull her right out of it. :)
Or some cake vodka.
snagria. The most freudian of slips. That slip had sex with its mom.
Look who brought the filthbottery!
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The Filthbottery Barn: you break it, you own it.
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LOL @ both of you.
It's not Friday anymore, Von.
Snagria probably tastes about as awesome as cake vodka.
Blech.
Z - it's not Friday. It's the Monday. Do I get a gold star?
I am laughing so hard.
enjoy your vacation Von. you deserve it.
besides, aren't all you regular peeps supposed to be afraid of me?
Nah.
You don't even have a shovel....
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