tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227582392024-02-21T02:41:31.129-06:00Nonsensically SensibleI used to blog a lot, now I don't...deal@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-74741449814119066682012-07-31T13:25:00.001-05:002012-07-31T13:54:47.228-05:00The Olympics and Social Media .... Not a MatchI love the Olympics. Sports, Drama, and the appeal to my hyper-patriotism....it's a perfect combination to me.<br />
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I love social media, particularly twitter. It allows for instant news updates from around the world. It connects me with like minded people from my area, state, country, world. Hell, because of Twitter I met my girlfriend.<br />
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I HATE OLYMPICS & SOCIAL MEDIA TOGETHER! ... I like to watch sport, and be riveted on the edge of my seat as it unfolds on TV. With the Olympics being in London this year, NBC is doing what they always do when the Olympics are taking place in a country with a large time zone difference. They pre-record all of the drama, and give me a condensed 4 hour blast of everything I need to know. It's perfect summer night television!<br />
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However, people have this need now for immediacy, so NBC has provided an online feed for live events. Now the every day twitter user, who works late/has no job/slacks on the job/works from home, can watch the games as they happen in real time. Great for them, but that's not what I want. So, with their need to share what they just saw, coupled with journalists' need to be the first to report in order to justify their dying profession....I've essentially been banished from the internet by no fault of my own.<br />
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I've long complained of friends giving spoilers to television shows on Twitter. It's a DVR world, don't ruin things for everyone else. But, I can still watch the show and appreciate it. If I know a sporting event though....completely ruins it. What if I told you that the Brewers won a baseball game 4-1...would you have this need to watch the game after that? ... Probably not, what's the point? With sport, the beauty of it is....it's not scripted, anything can happen, so, if you know what happens, you don't get that "edge of your seat" feeling.<br />
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I learned on Monday, to stay away from all news sites, because they are inconsiderate, and are reporting on their front page what happens. It's simple news sites....A LINK! "Click here for results of Women's Gymnastics" ... If people want to know, they click, if not....you don't infuriate them! ... but, I learned that lesson, and I wasn't going to give them any CPM revenue for the next couple of weeks. Then CNN found a way to still tick me off....a twitter post!<br />
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Now, I should've known better. But, I honestly wasn't thinking about it, I was on lunch, just scrolling through, killing time. And, I didn't expect a major news site to ruin it via twitter, they should have a link that directs you to their site. But, there the result was ... evening plans, ruined.<br />
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Now, CNN wasn't the only one at fault, there were plenty of individual users who blasted it as well. So unbelievably rude and inconsiderate! ... Sure, I don't have to look at twitter, but why should I be the one going out of my way to avoid rudeness?<br />
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People keep saying #NBCfail....and I have no idea why. NBC offered a live option for those that wanted it, and a traditional option for those who want it. It's really a #socialmediafail that's upsetting people, not the other way around. <br />
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Now, this is the first big test to the tape delayed Olympics/twitter pairing for the US market. 2008 twitter was in its infancy, and 2010 the games were in Canada. ... 2016 will be back in our time zone as well, but 2014 will be in Russia...let's hope we get the same courtesy to one another as we do with the NSFW tag. We've mastered not sharing porn without a warning...let's do the same with sports.<br />
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<br />@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-37978031915992825692012-04-09T11:29:00.001-05:002012-04-09T11:31:09.162-05:00The Adventures of Dustin & Sara - Part 3: The Harrowing Adventure at Sea <a href="http://nonsensicallysensible.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-of-dustin-sara-key-west-part.html" target="_blank">Click Here for Part 1</a><br />
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11-12-11 - After an early night, we wake up early, refreshed and ready to take on the salty sea. I do a quick weather check, and much like it's been the entire trip, warm, but windy (15-30mph to be exact). Now, I'm not a seasoned boater, but I do know that wind + water = waves. I think it is one of Newton's lesser known laws to be honest with you. But, the sun was out and the temp was warm, so I'll follow Meatloaf's law that 2 out of 3 ain't bad. Though I now worry that our not picking up Dramamine for Sara, or even for myself, may become a crucial error in planning. But, why worry, today is to be the highlight of our trip, snorkeling, jet skiing, parasailing, OH MY!<br />
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We give Al, the cab driver a call (he had entrusted us with his business card the day before), and he dropped us off at the proper Fury Water Adventures staging area. The sun is out, clear blue skies, but that wind is ferocious. I try to get that out of my mind, as I'm handed the packet of forms that gives away all of my rights should I be maimed or killed. Naturally, I pretend like I'm reading these forms, but then just sign and date them. Sara hands hers in, and it's all filled out right, but when I hand mine in, I'm told I forgot a page and that I lost.....shit.<br />
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When I get excited about things, I tend to be ridiculously early. And this was the case here, because we had a lot of time to kill still. So, we walked the marina a bit, went into a Key Lime shop, and when it looked like most people were there, went back by the catamaran. They split us up into two groups, we were group one, so we got to board first. The captain welcomed us on board as we stepped on, and I'm happy to see that he is wearing a Brewers hat. I figured that it had to be a good omen.<br />
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Everyone is quick to board, and we all start filling our plates with the continental breakfast that was provided. We're being told that we're going to be going snorkeling first. I'm rather relieved to hear this, because it's probably the one thing on the itinerary that makes me the most nervous. See, while I love going to the ocean, I'm not the biggest fan of being too far in them. Riptides, crashing waves, and slimy ocean life often enter my brain. That all said, I'm still excited for snorkeling! It's something I've always thought would be cool, and here I am heading to a reef. They said it's a few miles offshore though, so we have a little time to relax and take in the beautiful waters.<br />
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As we get further from land, it's quite evident that the high winds are causing some high waves. It's a rather, unsettling feeling. I've only had motion sickness one time in my life, and that was when I was on a ferry in the Seattle area. It was only a 20 minute ferry ride, but sea sickness set upon me quickly. I've been on ferries and boats since, and I've been fine, but that rough Pacific chop had me green, and I was nervous that these rough waters would do the same to me again, potentially ruining my whole day. I look to Sara, and see she's struggling herself. She's got her eyes on the horizon, a trick I once learned and taught her on our ferry ride to Alcatraz in San Francisco. She confirms that she's not feeling good, and I immediately regret not looking harder for the Dramamine. I look down though and even with the rough waters churning things up, I can still see the ocean floor...damn this is clear water. And not just clear water, it's about 1,422 different shades of blue, absolutely beautiful.<br />
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Ok, it's time to gather around and learn about snorkeling. This girl does her spiel about being safe, and what to not touch (everything), yada yada, nothing exciting. She does however, say the water is only like 70 degrees and recommends people renting wetsuits to help stay warm. Sara and I mull it over, and at the last second rent some suits. It took them awhile to find the "giant" sized suit, but I got one, and literally, squeezed into it. Now the goggles, flippers, blow some air into a non life saving life preserver, and watch as people make the plunge.<br />
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Here's the thing. They have you jump about 6 feet into the water. On any other day, I'm cool with that....but I'm sort of nervous about this whole, being in the middle of the ocean with giant waves crashing on me thing, and there were already people who jumped off, that were back on the boat complaining that their only experience was mouthfuls of salt water. Ummm, I decide to opt for the water noodle now, as a little extra floatation can't be a bad thing.<br />
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I love life experiences, and I wasn't going to let some nerves get in the way, in fact, I'm excited. So I finally step up to the edge, hold my goggles, and jump:<br />
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I'm not physicist, but when a 260+ pound object, falls 5 or 6 feet into a body of water, there has to be a large amount of force that's created. This isn't usually a problem for me, but it was for my water mask. I was holding it tightly, but it still was ripped off my face. I immediately try to put the goggles back on, fearing for whatever reason, that this would ruin the entire experience. I surface, and place the goggles back, and attempt to get my bearings straight. Except that I realize that I seem to be on the opposite rhythm of the waves crashing onto me. I kid you not these waves were well over my head in the water, and I'm for some reason trying to maintain breathing through the snorkel, instead of just getting to where I needed to be first before putting the snorkel in. On top of that, I felt like I was sinking. I'm clutching onto the noodle for dear life, and I feel that I need more air in my vest. One of the crew was there to give me a floaty thing while I put more air in my vest. I finally was able to catch my breath on this as well. I look up to see where Sara is at, and she's still just standing there. I release the lifeguard flotation thing and try to swim out of the way, I look up at Sara, and she's still not jumping. I give her the "A-ok" signal, trying to coax her into coming, but she's not. I later learned, she didn't think I ever once looked up at her, but the truth is, I was waiting for a brief bit for her.<br />
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Ok, so I no longer have fear rolling through me, and I try to swim forwards, but I'm going nowhere fast. My legs are tiring, I'm starting to get queasy from the copious amounts of salt water I've ingested. Then the panic sets back in, and I yell "where's the guy" "where's that guy"...then like a young David Hasselhoff, there he was, swimming his way over to me, and gives me the flotation thing again. I tell him I need back, this is going nowhere. So, in a truly embarrassing moment of my life, this fine strapping crew member helped guide back to the boat's stairs on the front side. I sit on the stairs and the waves are just forcefully moving them up and down as I try to move up them. The girl crew member just kept yelling at me for grabbing the rope, but god damn it, I kept feeling like I was falling off. I was tired, sick, embarrassed...so I didn't listen to her. Finally I get up, and Sara was still on deck. After watching me struggle, she opted against hopping in. I yelled at her to do it, don't worry about me. But, mostly, I was embarrassed, and I felt like I ruined this for her.<br />
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Later on, after the day long adventure was over. We learned that they had cancelled all of the remaining snorkel adventures after our trip, as the seas were far too rough. ... Really, they shouldn't have let us out there either. Half the people seemed to come back aboard right away because of the waves, and Sara said she only heard one person say they saw anything...a jellyfish. In hindsight, I seemed to do about everything wrong that I was ever trained. I was so reliant on the noodle to help me float, that I thought I could just use that. This was dumb, and I wish I didn't have that noodle. I would have used my hands and my body to help lift me over the waves, and to help propel me through the water, as if I was in a wave pool. The noodle and my reliance on it, was my biggest mistake, and also me trying to breathe through the snorkel before I even got to the area to snorkeling area ... If I had to do it over again, I could. It's just one of those moments where a panic sets in, and all rational thoughts cease. It was embarrassing, like I've mentioned multiple times, but, it is also a lesson learned to just, calm the fuck down and think.<br />
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Back on board the catamaran, the snorkeling was over, and we headed back towards land for our other adventures. Both Sara and I are sitting sort of sick on the side. Me from 53 gallons of seawater ingested, and Sara, from motion sickness. But still, I manage to eat lunch, and it settles me down a bit. When we get to the area where we'll split off for parasailing and jet skiing, they split us into two groups, and our group is picked first for parasailing, AWESOME! This was what I have been most excited for. Our group hops onto a speed boat of sorts, we get briefed, and we're off.<br />
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I knew this adventure was going to go a lot better, because "Jukebox Hero" by Foreigner was blasting on the radio...yep, I'm ok with this. First up was a kid and his brother, the kid seemed annoying, but he was excited, I couldn't hold that against him. When they lifted off, I thought, cool. Then they kept going up, and up, and higher, and higher. Sara clutches onto me and repeats multiple times, "why are they so high, why are they so high"? Yeah, it was a bit nerve racking, knowing we were up next. The nerves got a little tighter as it was our turn to strap in and go. Sara is freaking, I'm nervous, but excited, I just have a smile on my face. Then the wind catches the sail, and we're off the boat.<br />
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We go up a little bit, and the they purposely splash us in the water. This happened three times, then it was up, up, up we went. The further up we got, the more peaceful everything was, then we sailed for some time at the top, over looking the water, seeing the individual currents and the colors of the waters. At one point a large Air Force Fortress looking plane flew overhead. We could see the island, the many boats out to sea, basically, it was a cool experience, and I want to do it again. We get lowered back to earth, and watch as everyone else on our boat goes up, and comes back with a smile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Floating Fun Stations</td></tr>
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So, after all of that fun, we were able to swim out to an adventure area, where there was some water floating things. Some you could climb, or jump on a trampoline. Sara and I climbed to the top of one, and sat up there for awhile talking. Then the same kid from parasailing came up, then a couple of more people. When we all decided we should go back down, the kid spotted a jellyfish. Ummm, shit. Then more people saw some...then I saw some. Fuck it, I'm staying up here. The jellyfish keep hanging around, so finally Sara says she's bee-lining towards the catamaran. She gets off and swims, people yell at her to change direction as she's about to hit a jellyfish, she hears them and avoids the stings.<br />
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My turn! I hop off and swim fast and straight towards the boat. Apparently people were telling me to change direction, but I wasn't listening, I was focused. I hopped on the boat, thankful to no get stung, Sara is laughing at me not listening to people trying to help. But, we were unscathed, but some other were not so lucky. A couple of people got stung. What a bummer.<br />
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Well, the adventure was over. But, they did have some beer for us to drink, so I got out of the wet suit, and had a couple brews in the sun. Was a nice, relaxing end to what was a rough start. Oh, I did ask the captain about his hat. he said his girlfriend is from Milwaukee and he found the hat for cheap when he went to a game last summer. Good story right?<br />
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After our day at sea, we decide it's best to eat some seafood. We walk over the Half Shell Raw Bar (recommended by Al the cabbie), get some delicious oysters on the half shell, some oyster shooters, and some delicious plates of food. I highly recommend the place. The birds were a bit much, but there were nets to keep them away for the most part.<br />
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We decide we're tired, and we've been in the sun all day. We should relax by the pool/hot tub tonight. After Sara chases some chickens, we find a cab and hotel it up. We walk to the nearby liquor store, grab some beer, then go to the hot tub, it was occupied, and the people using it never relinquished it for others to use, so we swim for a bit then just basically crash out for the night.<br />
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11-13-11 - We wake up, and it's a sad feeling. Back to Ft. Lauderdale today. We pack up the car, stop at Waffle House, and make the terrible terrible drive. I have no interesting stories to share. We get to the Holiday Inn near the airport, and drink some beer by the beautiful pool area. Eventually, we get ready and go grab some steak at Longhorn Steakhouse down the road, stop at Publix for some wine, then we just took over the hot tub. It was a relaxing last night. Some drinks, some water, some old ladies talking about some weird dancing convention. I guess it's like a cajun style dance? I don't remember the name. This was a fairly chill night as well. I did eat Checkers for the first time though....I can't complain.<br />
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11-14-11 - We flew home, wahhhh. But, on our flight from Ft. Lauderdale to Tampa, the Southwest flight attendant, who had everyone in stitches from his announcements, gets on the intercom immediately after we take off and says "due to the short flight, we'll be passing out the peanuts right now, please grab some as they roll by". I opened my eyes in confusion, as we were literally just off the ground, and then I saw what he was doing. He released all of the bags of peanuts on the ground to have gravity push them towards the back as we ascended. People were picking them up off the ground and distributing to their fellow passengers that were sitting towards the windows Now, Sara and I were in the very last row, and a lot of peanuts came into my possession, as I was the last stop between passengers and the back of the plane. This was rather fun, funny, amusing, and I can not ever say a bad thing about Southwest employees. I really do enjoy flying that airline. After that good service, we were charged $23 for a 3 mile cab ride....welcome back to Milwaukee, vacation is over.<br />
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<br />@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-8062426723724860792012-02-10T12:00:00.000-06:002012-02-10T12:35:45.342-06:00The Adventures of Dustin & Sara: Key West - Part 2 For Part 1 of our Trip please click here: <a href="http://nonsensicallysensible.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-of-dustin-sara-key-west-part.html">Key West Trip - Part 1</a><br />
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11-10-11: We wake up, well rested, and we order ourselves some room service for breakfast (our package included free breakfast). Sara gets an old faithful for her, Eggs Benedict, and I decide I'm going to be adventurous and get the same. I'm not usually a "however those eggs are cooked" kind of guy. The food comes, and we sit out on our balcony, overlooking the ocean. Already in the morning, it is hot and sunny. A beautiful Florida day, a day you don't want to waste four hours in a car in, but that's exactly what we are about to do. But, no matter, there's too much excitement to get to to Key West. We pack up the car and we head out. See you Fort Lauderdale!<br />
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Stop, pull over, fucking GPS on my phone is froze......and....come on stupid thing.....there....see you Fort Lauderdale!<br />
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The drive around Miami was your typical highway driving, then after Homestead, there was a lot of, nothing. We had entered the bottom part of the Everglades. Much like flying over it, it was, a wasteland of sorts. I just hope to not hit a gator, or crocodile for that matter. Then after some swamp/waterway/wasteland there it was the first key, Key Largo (yes, the god damned Beach Boys song entered my head). I was excited, but, it looked like a run down tourist trap. Part of me wants to stop and get some Key Largo memorabilia, but, no....quicker to Key West, quicker to fun in the sun.<br />
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I wish I could report the loads of fun we had on this drive. But, the novelty of seeing both the Gulf and the Atlantic at the same time in a dazzling blue color scheme quickly wore off. There were lots of bridges, and some towns that really just slowed us down. Most of the Overseas Highway is a two way road, so, when you got behind someone slow, well, it sucked. Seeing the sun, and the water, just teased us after awhile. We needed out of the car. We even just grabbed Wendy's for lunch in Marathon, just to keep things moving. I didn't even really realize that we went over Seven Mile Bridge until after we were off of it. I was a sad panda for this, because I didn't get to annoy Sara with a 'True Lies' reference. "TAKE MY HAAAAND" (Ah'nold voice). On one island (key) there was this Key Deer endangered area. Don't worry warning signs, I don't want to hit a deer either, but maybe these retard deer shouldn't have stranded themselves on an island, just saying, let's let evolution do its thing. Besides, we looked them up, they're just small white tails. I assume they're small because they're malnourished, from living on a tiny island in the hot Florida sun. Anyways, more bridges going over channels with stupid names, blah blah blah. Oh yeah, there were a retarded amount of hawks in the sky too.<br />
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Oh hey, we're getting into Key West! My brain now is now doing it's "I'm about to drink a mojito dance", but first we need to check in. Our hotel, The Inn at Key West, is a decent place. A super nice pool area, and we had thought it was going to be a private patio area (it was, sans the room above could look down, sad), but overall a decent place. It's not situated in Old Town area, but we had figured that the island is like, 5 miles long, that any cab ride would be cheap. Well, I'll say this to anyone thinking of going to Key West, spend a few extra dollars and stay right where all the action is, you'll be glad you did. But, remember I mentioned the awesome pool area? Yeah, we get ready, and head there first.<br />
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It's mojito time. Now, you might think that going somewhere tropical and having a mojito seems cliche, but I'm 90 miles from Cuba.....I feel that it is a very appropriate drink. Sara has herself a key lime martini. Both drinks are fantastic. Yes, I'll admit, her foofoo (fufu?) martini was a delicious drink that I envied to have. The keylike limeyness, the graham crackered rim goodness, the alcoholicy niceness. Oh well, I'll have another mojito.<br />
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I was told by someone, that Key West is a place for Europeans to visit. That seems weird to me, why Key West? Why not the Bahamas or Jamaica or something? Well, first afternoon in Key West, and sure enough there's speedos....which of course means Europeans, French it sounded like. I want to make statement to any European readers, STOP WEARING SPEEDOS! Also, stop being creepy. Another time when we were at the pool, we spot this guy, just blatantly staring down this girl, almost standing over her...staring. Peripherals buddy, peripherals.......errrr...I mean, gross dude.<br />
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After some time in the warm pool, and a couple drinks. It's time to get ready and head to Duval Street. For those unfamiliar, this is the party street, where everything happens. We dress appropriately for warm weather, hop in a grumpy cab driver's cab, and he drops us off. Party time.<br />
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We start to walk Duval St., and it's too hard to decide what we want, so many bars so little liver capacity. We find Sloppy Joes, the famed bar that was Ernest Hemingway's favorite spot, but we want to sit outside, so we scoot across the street to a little bar that's basically an open air bar. Only two things of note here, one, there is a sign on the wall saying RIP to a racing boat crew that died the day before, and two these guys bought a Corona and put a shot of tequila (as well as a lime) in their beer. I forget what they called it, but, I just remembered I want to try this.<br />
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We then find Fogarty's Flying Monkey bar, and they have fresh fruit frozen drinks with high alcohol in them. Well, if you're going to drink grain alcohol, you might as well have fresh fruit with it we decide....makes it healthy! I'll be honest, I wimped out and got a drink which only had Bacardi 151 in it...for shame, right? It was a nice outdoor area at Fogarty's, but we've hardly explored, so I check to make sure we could carry our alcohol on the street. Funny thing, the guy said about the same thing as they did in Ft. Lauderdale, that it isn't technically legal, but no one cares. Good enough for me, as I left my pussy pants packed securely in my suitcase.<br />
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We walk to one end of Duval St., then the other. Taking note of which bars we might want to stop at, and where we could possibly eat. Our overproof frozen drink is proving to be a great starter. Finally, we decide on a spot to eat, a Cuban restaurant, El Mason De Pepe's. Neither of us have had Cuban food before, so it sounds like a great idea. You know what they say, when closest to Cuba, eat as the Cubans eat.<br />
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I grab a Presidente beer, Sara gets some liquor drink and we're handed bread, apparently, I've been missing out on Cuban bread my whole life, all sliced, buttered, put back together deliciousness. We decide we don't really want to gorge, and want to try a few things, so we just get a few appetizers and have a sort of tapas style meal. One meal was different meats stuffed into plantains, another was this fantastic sausage dish, and lastly conch fritters. Yes, I know that isn't authentic Cuban, but damn it, we want to try it. Everything is great, the waiter, the atmosphere, the food, the drinks, all of it! <br />
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After we leave, we find a fritter stand that has $2 cans of Miller Lite, or better yet for me $3 tall boy of PBR (I'm not a hipster, I've long liked PBR). After more walking and finishing our beers, it's time for another bar stop. We see the Bull & Whistle, which has an upstairs patio overlooking Duval Street. This seems a perfect spot, so we walk inside and head upstairs. I'm already thinking of hitting the bar, when Sara points me to another set of stairs...a rooftop bar! I love me some rooftop bars, so we walk up. It seems as if it is its own bar, called Garden of Eden or something, whatever. Sara marches through, but I spot a sign that seems odd. It said something to the effect of, "no cell phones or other recording devices allowed, and no sex" .... no sex? I shake it off, thinking it's just one of those kooky bar signs. We walk to the edge of the rooftop and you can't see over, well, what's the point? Anyways, we go to the bar get some drinks, and the TVs are playing, porn of sorts. One channel is showing people painting nude bodies. Ummmm? Then a light bulb hits me, it's a nudie bar! Everyone there at the time had their clothes on still, so, we took the opportunity to leave without having to endure any psychological trauma. I decided that there's probably more nudity during the day, when people can soak in some rays. I'd joke with Sara for the rest of the trip about going, but I assure you all, I didn't want to. The majority of the crowd was older, rednecky type. Rich rednecks is what we figured, and I didn't need to see any leathery 60 year old bodies. Next!<br />
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We drink our drinks on the patio on the 2nd level, then move on, but first order of business, is to get a sweatshirt for Sara. See, at night, in November, it gets a bit chilly, even if we are just about 2 degrees north of the Tropic of Cancer. I'm sure everyone has been in a tourist t-shirt shop, well, they're mostly cheap junk. I wanted to get a fun Key West T-Shirt, but every shirt that wasn't gaudy as hell, was made of the rubbery paint that washes off in two washings. After numerous stops, we finally find a nice sweatshirt, ah, warm Sara. I will say, on our adventures of these shirt shops, we commented on the always ridiculously tacky shirts these shops have "got pot" "fuck the cops", etc..... After specifically saying, "who the hell would ever wear a shirt that says 'Super Bitch'"? A man turns around and excitedly tells us, "MY WIFE". He gets his wife to turn around, and sure enough, there's a sparkly Superman logo with the phrase "Super Bitch". We try to save face, and say it's funny, and blah blah blah....but seriously lady? Classy.<br />
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Where our next steps were exactly, I'm not sure, (and for the rest of this blog, my timeline might be a bit off). I'd say we either went back to
get cheap tall boys or we went to Sloppy Joes, So, I'll just speed through the non essentials. We stopped at Sloppy Joes. They had decent beers on tap, which was nice, a live band, which is always fun....and a bajillion people (record scratch). It wasn't the most enjoyable time we've ever had because of the large crowd. Plus at this point we've been drinking all day, Sara has on her sweatshirt and I have on my best "I'm a tourist" shorts and polo, all in a sea of people dressed for a night out...so we decide to bail, there's plenty of other bars to drink at.<br />
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Oh, you know how I made it a point to mention the annoying people at the airport baggage claim, yeah, guess where they were? Being drunk and obnoxious in Key West on a golf cart (a normal way to get around).<br />
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We stop at a couple other places, the most notable is the Smallest Bar, which made the world's weakest drink I think. <br />
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We head back to get cheap beer at the fritter stand, then find a spot tucked away that has series of bars/restaurants. We find a table and drink away. There's this giant party going on at this bar behind us, and it appeared you had to be on a list by the way the bouncers were checking. But, it was all of the redneck people. Was, just strange to us, but, we didn't want to immerse ourselves in that anyways. We just drink and enjoy each others company for a little bit and rest our feet. We make a plan to grab more cheap beer, and head back to the patio bar at the Bull & Whistle.<br />
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We spend a significant amount of time there, watching the drunk crowds below us, enjoying ourselves. It was nice. But, after a bit of relaxing, I'm ready to hit the streets again. I tell Sara I am going to take us to the dueling piano bar I saw. I don't think she really knew what to think, apparently had never been to one. But, I'm still considering it her birthday, and since we didn't go to the piano bar in Beach Place like I wanted to, I'm still itching to embarrass her.<br />
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We're obviously inebriated on our walk this time, as we start taking photo ops with a statue of an Indi....Native American. I then decide I needed a cigar, a Cuban cigar of course. I begin to plead the cigar shop owner that she needed to go into the back and get a Cuban cigar for me, I knew she had it, and I wanted it. She guaranteed me multiple times that she didn't have true Cuban Cigars, but this Dominican cigar was made from Cuban seeds. I wasn't sold, and kept pleading my case....I lost, I bought the Dominican cigar, and it was good. .... What is this contraption on the street? Why, it's....a payphone! Yep, we need to make a call. It's decided that we need to call my friends Mike & Andrea. I make a decision that Andrea would be the most likely to answer, so we plug in the quarters and dial away. ... Well, she didn't answer, but we left a great drunk message, from a payphone, from the street, in Key West! Who does that anymore? We do, that's who!<br />
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We walk into the piano bar. The crowd is fairly light, but there's a couple groups in there, one I think is a bachelorette party or something, maybe another birthday girl. All I know is I fill out the card for them to sing a birthday song to Sara and I enjoy my Yuengling and cigar while I listen/laugh.<br />
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Dueling piano bars usually get a mixed review from people. It seems you either like them, or you don't. I personally like them. It's fun, it's spirited, it's usually pretty funny to me. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He Did Flatter Me in The Song</td></tr>
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After some time, and many laughs later, they finally invite Sara to sit on the piano, and begin to sing "You've Lost That Loving Feeling". It's everything I want, vulgar, funny, embarrassing! At one point another birthday girl hands Sara her rose, with her mouth, to Sara's mouth, it was funny and awkward. A girl that we spent a large night talking with, who was a wasted mess, was trying to convince me to get on my knees....um, no lady, no.<br />
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I know I didn't do the piano bar story justice, but usually late in the night, you need everyone involved to tell the story, to piece it together. I assure you all though, it was a great first day/night in Key West.<br />
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We hop a pink cab back to the hotel and sleep it off.<br />
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11-11-11 - Happy Veteran's Day! We get up, feeling alright thankfully. Today is going to be a lower key day. We partied hard Thursday night, today we do tourist things. So, we shower, call a cab, and head to the Southernmost Point in the continental U.S. Thankfully, our cab driver is super friendly this time. He asks if we're in town for the world championship speed boat races? ... Suddenly the rich redneck crowd makes sense, he tells us about the crash that killed a crew, and suggests we go watch the races if we get a chance. Thanks Al, your a good ambassador of the Friendly Cab Co.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rum Monkey</td></tr>
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We wait in line to take our pictures with the giant buoy. Read some history, and then start walking to find a lunch spot. Basically we were on the very south end of Duval St, so we know there's all sorts of food spots. It's warm, bit windy, but warm. I kind of wanted to go to the original Margaritaville, but Sara was right, it's a chain, ew, chains evil. We eventually stop at a cafe looking place, eat some pretty good upscale lunch items and have a couple of cocktails for some "hair of the dog". Of course those cocktails lead to us wanting to have a few more drinks. I say we go check out the boat races. We walk all the way back to the north end, catch a glimpse of the boats, but decide our first order of business is to get a drink out of a monkey. Sara suggested it, but I for whatever reason was being weird. I eventually came to my senses and thought, "why wouldn't I want a strong rum drink out of a coconut monkey!" The races actually seemed to be finished, so we moved to a spot along the water and enjoyed our drink and our view of the water. In hindsight, that little 16oz tasty drink, got me kind of buzzed up.<br />
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We then go explore an area we missed the day before, nothing too fancy, but we do spot a man in military fatigues painted in gold (to look like a statue) holding a flag. It's a nice Veteran's Day tribute, and was pretty cool. The only time he moved was to flick a kid a piece of candy. Which is a lesson for everyone, don't take candy from strangers, unless they're a military member....wait, what? Then we see there is a big memorial of all of the wars and how Key West played in integral part. Was cool.<br />
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We hit a couple of shops, drink a couple of beers, eat some conch fritters, catch a glimpse of the Veteran's Day Parade going on, sit down for another beer, and that's when I decide that there has to be a brewery of some sort on this island. The locals were telling me no, but my phone said that there was, and it was right around the corner. So, we walk to this place called Kelly's Carribean Bar, Grill, & Brewery. Really a nice place, cozy, a really cool outdoor seating area for dining, but, we want to try their beer. They only make three, a golden ale, a red, and a wheat. I get the red (Havana Red), and Sara get's the Southern Wheat. Both are very good in my opinion (I tried the gold as well, also good). We enjoy the beer, laugh at some dominatrix Barbies and then decide we're tired and that it'd be a good night to go to the pool & hot tub. We had to be up pretty early for an adventure at sea on Saturday, so we both know it needs to be an easy night. We pick up a 12er of Miller Lite at CVS after failing to spot the Dramamine (in case Sara gets sea sick) and find a cab in the hectic crowd after the parade finishes up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dominatrix Barbies</td></tr>
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The plan for dinner was to go to a nice restaurant around our hotel, but neither of us craved anything, so we just ordered Thai food for delivery. It was delicious and just what we needed, some comfort food of sorts. We have some beer, go out to the pool, wait for a group of people to leave the hot tub. That group never did leave the hot tub, so we went back in the hotel room and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day on the sea. Snorkeling, Para-sailing, Jet Skiing, Water playground.....<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">... Let's just say, you'll want to stay tuned for the harrowing adventures!</span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-76319169800866406982012-01-11T08:00:00.000-06:002012-01-11T08:45:33.249-06:00The Adventures of Dustin & Sara - Key West (Part 1 - The Fort Lauderdale leg)11/9/11 - Also known as the day that two 11's sandwiched 9. But, that was no reason to hop on a plane and go on a vacation, no, the 9th of November was Sara's birthday, and that folks is why we were hopping on a plane to go to Florida. Well, it was a good reason to get the hell out of Wisconsin in November at least.<br />
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The day started as any normal Wednesday does for any normal couple, with me giving Sara some diamond earrings, packing our bags, and heading to the airport, normal. (You're damn right I'm going to tell you that's what I got her, you should all know, I'm wonderful.)<br />
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Moving on, I would like to send a big thank you to Tracy, Sara's longtime friend for driving from Kenosha to take us to the airport. That was very nice. Though, I do not apologize for manually opening and shutting your fancy back door of your SUV. One, the automatic open/shut goes far too slow for me, and two, I'm not used to fancy things...I'm just a lowly commoner. Ok fine, I'm sorry.<br />
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The airport was quite dead, we quickly got our tickets, got to security, gave the TSA operator a sexy show of blurred nakedness, and then....well shit, we had a lot of time to kill. Thankfully, there was a restaurant, which appeared to have a nice, breakfast diner feel to it, Johnny Rockets, so we went there for some foodstuffs. Now, I wish I could report having a great breakfast, but, it was your typical "shit in an airport". Next time, I'll know better than to stray from the Alterra breakfast burrito. Oh looky looky, it's about time to board.<br />
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We flew Southwest Airlines, and if you paid attention, then you'll have read that we got our tickets whilst at the airport. Apparently, a big no-no if you fly Southwest. See, Southwest has the world's stupidest boarding procedure. It's first come-first serve. Which sounds great in theory, but often leads to people not being able to sit next to each other. Well, thankfully, we were able to score two seats next to each other still, way in the back. Southwest has great employees and great prices, but seriously Southwest, change your boarding procedures!<br />
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The flight, as most flights are, was fairly uneventful. There was some heavy turbulence over Indiana, which I found to be no surprise since I've recently made Indiana a nemesis of mine. Otherwise, we just fiddled on my tablet for a bit, read Sky Mall and made fun of the stupid gizmos, slept, etc... We made a stop at Tampa, where we were able to move up to the front of the plane, and then we took off and landed in Fort Lauderdale. There was this nice family, with very well behaved children who we talked to for a little bit. It turns out they were also going to be making the drive to Key West for a family member's wedding, so it was nice to know that we weren't the only ones crazy enough to make the long drive through the keys. Also, I will note, flying over the everglades is sort of creepy, just miles of untouched nothingness. It did remind me though of how much I distrust alligators, ancient ornery assholes is what they are to me. Another thing I distrust, the ocean and ocean life (foreshadowing?)!<br />
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As we stand waiting for our luggage, there's this group of, well rednecks is the best way to describe them, yet they had an aura of wealth about them. They were loud, annoying and quite rude working their way through crowds grabbing their luggage. I also assume they had some money by this one dude's girlfriend...let's just say she didn't have a lot of realness about her. I hate to stereotype, but I'm assuming money is what keeps this girl with this guy (she was also rude and annoying, so maybe they were just a match made in everyone else's hell). But, it's the airport luggage claim, I'm sure they won't be seen again. I mention this, because it's odd to see rich rednecks (more foreshadowing?).<br />
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Rental car time. Two items of note here. One, Budget needs to stop using Dot Matrix printers....good fucking god. It broke, and took about 15 minutes to fix. Second, we end up with a Nissan Versa Hatchback. Suddenly, I regret not upgrading to the Mustang the lady at the desk was trying to push on me. It's the kind of vehicle where I expected 25 clowns to pile out of. I'll stop there, since Sara seemed to like it. I'm driving a hatchback, in south Florida, where hot cars are the norm. But, as Sara reminded me, it gets good gas mileage, and all we really need it for is getting to the Keys and back. I calm down, but am irritated that there is no center console, or arm rest. This becomes a larger issue later.<br />
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We were only staying in Fort Lauderdale for one night, and that one night was Sara's birthday, so I wanted it to be nice and chose a hotel accordingly. As we pulled up to the Hilton Beach Front Resort, I remember that nice hotels equal being served, to which I'm not comfortable with. Immediately, the valet asks for my name, then another valet worker asks my name....then I have to give my name to the guy working in the valet booth. THEN, the bellhop comes out, and I have to give my name again. I'm getting irritated as well as confused as to what proper etiquette is. Ok, we're inside and I check in, then another bellhop comes to me, and I swear another person had said "enjoy your stay Mr & Mrs Thompson" (I had Sara's name listed as an additional guest). Now, I'm following the bellhop, he pushes the elevator button for us, opens our door for us, puts our luggage down for us, even asks if the temperature of the damn room is acceptable....because as guests, we're not allowed to do anything for ourselves. I don't like this, maybe I'm just a bumpkin for middle of nowhere Wisconsin, but even if I become hugely wealthy, I'll never like this. He does warn us about the step onto the balcony, a warning we both fail to heed multiple times (You had to step over about a 6 inch metal hurricane flood protector thing, stubbed toe city). Anyways, I realize that while I have cash, it's in Andrew Jackson form, not George Washington....so the poor guy got $2 in crumpled up bar cash. I assume that's not a good tip, so for that sir, I apologize and feel bad! But, I quickly stop feeling bad after he left, and I throw on some shorts and we prepare for some dranks on the beach!<br />
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We walk down to Beach Place, which to those who aren't familiar, is just a collection of bars and restaurants located on the beach. It was warm, which was nice, but it was very windy, no storm or anything, just, windy. We stop at a place called Big Kahunas, I think it's a chain, but, whatever, it had an outdoor balcony overlooking the ocean, and I was able to get a treat that I can't get in Wisconsin, a Yuengling. Does anyone have a bad word to say about Yuengling? If so, I question their judgment on all things life related. .... Moving on....we left after just a couple of beers, because we had to get ready for something far more important, steak dinner!<br />
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A couple weeks prior to leaving, Sara said if there was one night we do a fancy dinner, it was for her birthday. So, we investigated possible places of fine dining, and we both agreed we wanted to go to Shula's On The Beach. A fine steak venue with a view of the ocean, it was perfect, and personally, I can't argue with what Coach Shula says I should eat. So, we made reservations.<br />
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We take the short walk to Shula's, they have our reservations, but say we can dine inside, as the outside seating is a really long wait. I was obviously slightly upset, because we had put that we wanted to sit outside. Sara reminded me that the reservation never guaranteed us outside, so I felt a little bad for getting slightly firm at the hostess, and I said we would just wait at the bar. A few drinks would be fun, and would pass the time. We each order up a martini, w/ blue cheese olives of course and it's delicious, fantastic, wonderful! Sara orders hers dirty, and she swears they put the perfect amount of olive juice in it. We talk about just getting an appetizer while we wait, but then the hostess comes to us, and lets us know our table is ready. We had only waited, 10-15 minutes tops. So, a giant kudos to Shula's. I wasn't mad, we were having fun, prepared to wait, and they still came through for us.<br />
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We are seated, and quickly our waiter and his waiter-in-training are welcoming us. We're set for drinks for now, but decided we wanted a dozen oysters to start with. I usually go with just lemon on mine, but Sara loves the fresh horseradish and I feel like I should let that be known. Main course, we both go surf & turf and order a bottle of nice wine. A feast of steak, lobster, bearnaise sauce, butter sauce, and mashed potatoes became just a blissful haze as we devour what is surely one of the best meals in both of our lives. As the haze lifts, we realize that there's no way we can finish, so we take our leftovers with us, figuring it may make a great drunk meal later. High praise to you Coach, for your fine, fine dining experience. That meal was equivalent to a 17-0 perfect season, all in my stomach.<br />
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Ok, enough food porn. We head back to our hotel to change back into "drinking on the beach" clothes. For me, this meant loose shorts, which is great for my now expanded waist. We first pop our champagne and eat our strawberries and just sit on the balcony watching the lit street and rolling ocean. We're happy just sitting there, but soon, the champagne is gone, and we realize there is trouble. We have no booze, and it's after 9! <br />
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Well, problem solved, only in Wisconsin, where they try to keep us from killing ourselves from alcohol poisoning do they often stop sales at 9:00. We make a walk down to a liquor store, near beach place again. We decide we don't want to go to any bars though, just grab some beer and head back. We have a long day ahead of us in the morning. So, we just grab a 12 pack. Sara asks if we can drink legally on the streets. The guy working the counter assured us that while it isn't, legal...it isn't enforced. I apparently put my pussy pants on, because I'm not entirely sold on this. So, he offers us up tiny paper bags to conceal our cans. Now, I'm sold!<br />
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We take our opened cans into the world. Our first stop though...the beach. We find a quiet spot, sit in the sand, and tip back. It was a near full moon and the street lights behind us also provided plenty of light to see the ocean rhythmically crash the shore. One of those, perfect type of moment scenarios. Us, the waves, the moon, some beer...it was nice. But, we go back to the hotel, drink for a little longer, and decide that it's best to call it a night. The real vacation doesn't start until after our long haul to Key West. We estimate a near 4 hour drive.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEQT_eZ_mvljNPi8mRB2y9Xfz0C4uBsbi7hN0brzvstRFRnQ8nG04uXZg0OdGQLinF9aDxy4V9kZsVbB6gYIQcoWJZaqe14mzQFaZomf9f6rM-kRdsnFEdFlSQVWAnDmn-_as8g/s1600/381321_840681406253_69200895_39243772_336857768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Good night Sara, good night Sara's birthday, good night Fort Lauderdale, good night part 1 of this blog.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stay tuned for drunken nights and a harrowing adventure at sea!</span><br />
<br />@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-84406701139368969192011-10-18T15:13:00.000-05:002011-10-18T15:20:53.253-05:00Dream Valley Brewing ReturnsWhen I last left you, you probably thought I'd have a few more home brews to share with you. After "Potable", which most of it was dumped for being largely...bad, I tried to make a Chocolate Cherry Porter. However, I encountered problems during bottling, so was too upset to share. I did get a few good bottles that actually tasted pretty decent. No, it wasn't anything great, but quite drinkable. After bottling those successful bottles, a cherry skin plugged up the spout, so I tried to fill the bottle by dipping my hand in, exposing sediments, cherry bits, and likely beer's worst enemy, bacteria to them all....they, were sadly, dumped as well.<br />
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After two failures, I decided that I was done with Mr Beer, but it was confirmed to me that this was a hobby I could enjoy. Yes, it was time for a real home brewing kit! I know some time has passed since I last wrote, but during this absence, my friend Kevin (<a href="http://www.twitter.com/highreiser38">@HighReiser38</a>) had said he could make me a starter kit with equipment that he used in the past. See, Kevin has gone on to bigger and better things in the world of home brewing: kegging, growing his own hops, etc... so, I happily accepted his gracious offer, and am now hoping to master the art myself. If you read this Kevin, I thank you again for your generosity. It is truly appreciated.<br />
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Though, my first batch with the new kit has had some road bumps, I am soon to crack open my first completed beer and (hopefully) enjoy. Of course, I will be starting a post, sharing the story of how my (boringly named) "Oak Creek Cream Ale" came to be.<br />
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Stay Tuned & Stay Thirsty!@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-66786808949665532072011-03-29T11:02:00.009-05:002011-03-29T15:00:39.561-05:00Homebrewing - Batch #1: "Potable"In the last several years, I have been getting more and more into craft beer. The big name lite/light beers have been fun, and they did what their intended purposes were in my early 20s, they got me drunk. And, there will always be times where I just want a light refreshing beer, but <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTbYwkBpt5OVf2DPdjBwUKzTqJNOWquBH7GaR3yg7-rds864Yka_jwIYGXX5UznElYW9UWLwnLszoBY94sTikC4XHLuaB8Nk7skPCsZ74ptgiK0MLDySkbx8vWR7CNf1O25LTVg/s1600/mr+beer.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTbYwkBpt5OVf2DPdjBwUKzTqJNOWquBH7GaR3yg7-rds864Yka_jwIYGXX5UznElYW9UWLwnLszoBY94sTikC4XHLuaB8Nk7skPCsZ74ptgiK0MLDySkbx8vWR7CNf1O25LTVg/s400/mr+beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589553675170393842" border="0" /></a>lately, I've been enjoying this thing called, flavor. Having tried now over 100 or so different craft beers, I came up with the crazy idea of, brewing my own.<br /><br />I researched, nothing. I just know Mr. Beer is a beginning beginners kit, so, I went on Amazon and ordered one up. It came, with an American Pale Ale mix. Of course I didn't just want to make the beer that they already had formulated, I needed to put a touch of my personal genius in it. Hence, the start of Batch #1.<br /><br />I should have maybe thought of stuff that might compliment the pale ale better, but, I had this crazy idea of, brown sugar, maple syrup, macadamia nuts, and vanilla. Recipe is as follows:<br /><br />1 can of the Pale Ale wort stuff (included in kit)<br />1 of the booster stuff (included in kit)<br />1 cup of Pure Maple Syrup<br />1 Cup of Brown Sugar<br />1 Cup of chopped Macadamia Nuts<br />Tbspn of vanilla extract (more on this)<br /><br />So, I think the vanilla may have been a bad idea, well, scratch that, I think extract may have been a bad idea. To add vanilla flavoring, I'm thinking now that beans should be used.<br /><br />Anyways, I let my beer ferment for about 3 weeks, though I think for so many ingredients and the higher ABV, perhaps I should've let it ferment for a month or more, but, I was antsy. Then 2 Sundays ago, I bottled the beer to start the carbonation process. After 7 days, I was far too anxious to see what I had created, and threw one of my liter bottles in the fridge to cool down for consumption.<br /><br />The verdict that night, was...not so good. The aroma was of, not sure, the taste, was, sweet, and slightly off, though it overall tasted like beer, so that's good. I couldn't drink it, and left the remaining bottle in the fridge for an extra day. Then last night, I opened it back up, and wouldn't you know, it was much better. It was, drinkable. The flavor still isn't anything anyone would ever purposely buy, but it did make me realize that I need to let the remaining bottle condition for a while longer, perhaps 1-2 weeks more, and I might have what can be called, a likable beer on my hands. I named it, a very appropriate name: Potable.<br /><br />Well, I felt like I needed a "brewery" name. I couldn't come up with anything. I can be a <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhVrNfiO4ENrovC1RK-fnlvsI7j2YqwwhyE-QUilGYxc_U9fo5cwLNskL3B2QLtU3T7SpUDSBIroyASr2NPRRd0cTXpFRKIICq9GygJohceyvOtPKWw8M9IjPdu0Bd50-UbZNzw/s1600/fallow-deer.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhVrNfiO4ENrovC1RK-fnlvsI7j2YqwwhyE-QUilGYxc_U9fo5cwLNskL3B2QLtU3T7SpUDSBIroyASr2NPRRd0cTXpFRKIICq9GygJohceyvOtPKWw8M9IjPdu0Bd50-UbZNzw/s320/fallow-deer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589556385165015122" border="0" /></a>perfectionist that gets nothing accomplished when I try to think of names. Then, for really no reason, I thought of the name my Dad had given to a fulfilled dream of his. Back when I was a kid, my dad wanted to start up a deer farm, and from what I think I remember of the story, he was told by some that it was nothing more than a dream. Well, with hard work and determination, he succeeded (yes, I grew up on a deer farm, fallow deer if you feel like looking it up), and named the farm, "Dream Valley Fallow".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I live in an apartment, nowhere near a valley, but I felt for batch #1, it was only appropriate to name my "brewery", Dream Valley, in homage to my dad, my mom, and my childhood, hence the start of Dream Valley Brewing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This however, isn't a dream job or career of mine, I have no delusions (like I do with so many other things). No, this is just going to be a hobby I want to start. It's mostly in fun that I call my homebrews a "brewing" company, and using a Mr. Beer kit seems like it is cheating. But, I hope to in the future get actual home brewing equipment, and hopefully create beers that are more than just, potable. Up next, is a porter. Details to come soon.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JSMxek_xURTB0SuGxG-LcqLf4l5UoTqGr6_K9u1nRQmh-NpzgQePQM4aNH7HhJSgKg5xrzq54RRVvx3dLwRL8u7r_m1tbqsJdtFb2Hkmqgpa6p7MpPVmxWRhOdutA5UtcRMGow/s1600/potable.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JSMxek_xURTB0SuGxG-LcqLf4l5UoTqGr6_K9u1nRQmh-NpzgQePQM4aNH7HhJSgKg5xrzq54RRVvx3dLwRL8u7r_m1tbqsJdtFb2Hkmqgpa6p7MpPVmxWRhOdutA5UtcRMGow/s400/potable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589554019756093810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Batch #1: Potable, is just that, not great, not good....potable</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-72975299393654263022011-02-28T10:24:00.010-06:002011-02-28T16:20:09.999-06:00T'was the Night Before MarchT'was the night before March, when throughout the household,<br />The ice was a creaking, from the bitter February cold;<br />The wet socks were thrown near the fireplace with haste,<br />With hopes that warm weather, we'd soon get to taste;<br />The Children were nestled, shivering in their beds,<br />For the heating bills have added to the family's large debts;<br />The wife in her Snuggie, and I also in mine,<br />turned the channel to the news, to see we soon might be fine;<br />Because on the TV, we heard a familiar noise,<br />It was crack of the bat, from the summer time boys;<br />The remote I then grabbed, & turned the volume up high,<br />Spring Training had started, and that meant spring time was nigh;<br />I walked to the window, just to peer out,<br />but was angered by the snow, and wanted to shout;<br />But then I remembered through all of that sadness,<br />With March comes a tournament, coined as March Madness;<br />The Wisconsin Badgers I did pay attention to and cheer,<br />Will once again, be playing in the tournament this year;<br />Most are unknown, and will achieve very little fame,<br />but I'll still cheer them on, and holler each one by name;<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GO! Keaton GO! Evans GO! Jarmusz and Taylor,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Go! Bruesewitz GO! Gasser GO! Wilson and Leuer</span><br />To the Sweet 16, to the Final Four,<br />Shoot all you can, and run up the score;<br />But as basketball wanes, and baseball now waxes,<br />March offers more fun, before we pay our taxes;<br />The airports are all busy, from vacations families take,<br />Getting their opportunity to head south, while the kids are on break;<br />There is also a holiday, which we adults all hold dear,<br />Where the bars fill with patrons all wanting green beer;<br />A day in which we are all Irish, even if we're not,<br />And we'll shout "Erin Go Bragh", over a Jameson shot;<br />So I step back from the window, a smile now stretches wide,<br />"Another winter defeated" To my wife I said with pride;<br />She set down her book, she smiled at me and did chime,<br />Tomorrow is March? It's about fucking time!@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-89424718347061630272011-01-10T10:59:00.002-06:002011-01-10T11:11:14.566-06:00Format Change...of SortsSo, the problem with this blog is, I always write fully formed stories, and well, I don't have time (I do, more of a don't want to make time) to do that much these days. So, I am going to get back on the blogging horse with more of, short thoughts on things. Might be multiple posts throughout a day, might be none. Judging on my history, more none than multiple.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-48464306412035693812010-10-13T10:50:00.002-05:002010-10-13T11:14:19.163-05:00My Own Burger WarWith a large portion of Milwaukee all abuzz over the Food Network's, "Food Wars" episode airing tonight featuring two of Milwaukee's premier burger establishments, I have decided to do a food war of my own. This certainly isn't a new thing, I know there have been many people who have since tested the two burger joints (and more) in the area and have written about them. Everyone seems to have differing opinions though, and, well....I want to eat cheeseburgers.<br /><br />With that being said, myself, along with <a href="http://tepidepics.blogspot.com/">Tepid Epics</a>, will be trying some of the Milwaukee area's finest burger establishments and sharing our opinions in weblog form. While the details haven't been worked out officially, we are looking into trying the following burger joints:<br /><br />AJ Bombers<br />Soblemans<br />Stack'd Burger Bar<br />Solly's<br />Five Guys<br /><br />other potentials include:<br /><br />Elsa's<br />Stubby's<br />Cafe Centraal<br /><br />I know there is 1 chain restaurant (5 Guys), but have you ever had it? It's fucking fantastic, and deserves a go around with our taste buds.<br /><br />Stay tuned, I hope to be writing shortly about this.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-15119625878259752572010-08-31T14:39:00.002-05:002010-08-31T14:41:20.643-05:00New Blog NameI know what you are thinking, "wow, you changed the look, and now the name...I bet I can expect a new post soon" To which I reply, "quit fucking pressuring me, I'll say stuff someday"<br /><br />Why the name change though? Simple, I didn't like my last name coming up in google searches. I have to maintain an aura of professionalism these days.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-40526875352246167632010-06-11T16:27:00.003-05:002010-06-11T16:27:55.444-05:00New Look - Same Non PostingHey, I made my blog look different. Now, does that mean I'll start posting more?<br /><br />Listen, I won't josh you around, I'll try, but for now enjoy the scenery.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-74393913861805253262010-02-17T07:45:00.000-06:002010-02-17T10:38:14.576-06:00Top Tweets of 2009 (Apr. 5 -Nov. 3)<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I assembled some time ago a list of my top tweets of 2009, I didn't get through November or December's, but whatever, those should still be fresh on your mind, enjoy! I did!<br /><br />I have caved in, sigh</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1458754802"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Apr 05 20:37:12 +0000 2009'}">3:37 PM Apr 5th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://twitter.com/devices" rel="nofollow">txt</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Present me is going to let future me figure out Fridays plans, ill let him deal with it</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1464848173"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Apr 06 19:42:30 +0000 2009'}">2:42 PM Apr 6th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://twitter.com/devices" rel="nofollow">txt</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Twitter is gay</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1751797489"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun May 10 03:18:01 +0000 2009'}">10:18 PM May 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://twitter.com/devices" rel="nofollow">txt</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">@<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/BrewCrewBabe">BrewCrewBabe</a> didn't want to be as easily found, haha</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1811296159"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri May 15 23:13:59 +0000 2009'}">6:13 PM May 15th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://orangatame.com/products/twitterberry/" rel="nofollow">TwitterBerry</a></span> </span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><a href="http://twitpic.com/5bco5" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://twitpic.com/5bco5</a> - Test</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1820119280"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat May 16 21:24:36 +0000 2009'}">4:24 PM May 16th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://twitpic.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitPic</a></span> </span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Splash zone? That's not a keg!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1853319316"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed May 20 00:01:20 +0000 2009'}">7:01 PM May 19th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://orangatame.com/products/twitterberry/" rel="nofollow">TwitterBerry</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Though I use it more, I maintain my hatred of Twitter, the scourge of society, yeah</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1878484931"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri May 22 03:11:48 +0000 2009'}">10:11 PM May 21st</span> </a> <span>from web</span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Is there a better feeling than the sun baking your skin at a ballgame? I think not!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1915044797"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon May 25 18:49:31 +0000 2009'}">1:49 PM May 25th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://orangatame.com/products/twitterberry/" rel="nofollow">TwitterBerry</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Trying tiny twitter since twitterberry is gay</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1950727062"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu May 28 19:24:27 +0000 2009'}">2:24 PM May 28th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.tinytwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">TinyTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Jesus was an alcoholic. <a href="http://myloc.me/2a9t" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/2a9t</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1978081584"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun May 31 05:23:42 +0000 2009'}">12:23 AM May 31st</span> </a> <span>from web</span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Picking up pug in gay Illinois <a href="http://myloc.me/3y0g" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/3y0g</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2133306190"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Jun 12 16:33:30 +0000 2009'}">11:33 AM Jun 12th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Hmm, I think I like uber twitter</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/1964046379"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri May 29 20:38:31 +0000 2009'}">3:38 PM May 29th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I am not on a boat <a href="http://myloc.me/4Qzo" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/4Qzo</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2266098866"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Jun 21 14:54:10 +0000 2009'}">9:54 AM Jun 21st</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I love when I'm so tired, that I fall into my bed like an giant robot that got defeated.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2449809299"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Jul 03 05:33:35 +0000 2009'}">12:33 AM Jul 3rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I'm soon to be on a boat</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2456384447"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Jul 03 16:52:48 +0000 2009'}">11:52 AM Jul 3rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I love you America! You rock kid</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2466700071"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Jul 04 07:24:10 +0000 2009'}">2:24 AM Jul 4th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Told dudes that the get er done joke is 5 years old and they should leave. They left <a href="http://myloc.me/7KYd" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/7KYd</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2479877199"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Jul 05 07:16:04 +0000 2009'}">2:16 AM Jul 5th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Help fight off scurvy and grab yourself some fruit <a href="http://myloc.me/a33v" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/a33v</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2627112505"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Jul 14 04:36:18 +0000 2009'}">11:36 PM Jul 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"> </span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Do you know how to get lady gagas attention? <a href="http://myloc.me/bg9I" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/bg9I</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2701808472"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Jul 18 04:49:43 +0000 2009'}">11:49 PM Jul 17th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">@<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05">diddy05</a> you poke her face <a href="http://myloc.me/bgaf" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/bgaf</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2701814818"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Jul 18 04:50:14 +0000 2009'}">11:50 PM Jul 17th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <a href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2701808472">in reply to diddy05</a><br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">BoObs arE. My favorite <a href="http://myloc.me/bgHH" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/bgHH</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2702233472"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Jul 18 05:26:01 +0000 2009'}">12:26 AM Jul 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Don't start a fire! They don't appeciate that. RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/ericdohr">ericdohr</a>: Headed up to peshtigo <a href="http://myloc.me/boBj" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/boBj</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2708007850"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Jul 18 16:23:10 +0000 2009'}">11:23 AM Jul 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> </span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><span></span><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><a href="http://myloc.me/boBj" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Homeward bound! (not the cat & dog but the Dustin) <a href="http://myloc.me/bMoU" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/bMoU</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2725730488"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Jul 19 19:00:28 +0000 2009'}">2:00 PM Jul 19th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Screw you Jeff Suppan <a href="http://myloc.me/cJMi" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/cJMi</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2781548210"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Jul 22 17:30:54 +0000 2009'}">12:30 PM Jul 22nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">That was a strange dream! I was at a goodwill and NPH was there and Olivia munn was working there. But I did find a perfect top gun costume.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2817129237"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Jul 24 11:55:22 +0000 2009'}">6:55 AM Jul 24th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">After finding all pieces of the costume and being thrilled about it, NPH told me to 'flight suit up!' <a href="http://myloc.me/dlfE" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/dlfE</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2817151699"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Jul 24 11:57:41 +0000 2009'}">6:57 AM Jul 24th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Frankly I'm surprised that the official french twitterer hasn't surrendered yet since I mentioned blitzkrieg. Good for you France! So proud</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/2872721792"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Jul 27 16:20:42 +0000 2009'}">11:20 AM Jul 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">5 am cab rides to the cop shop, 6 am campfire! On what was supposed to be a chill night. Stuff stories are made of really</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3092506268"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Aug 02 21:30:35 +0000 2009'}">4:30 PM Aug 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Hamburger, consider yourself helped! <a href="http://myloc.me/gP3B" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/gP3B</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3093958262"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Aug 02 23:14:44 +0000 2009'}">6:14 PM Aug 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Fuck you dawn, you were cooler when I stayed up for you and lit a campfire in celebration <a href="http://mypict.me/i7a0" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://mypict.me/i7a0</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3164693965"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Aug 06 10:54:15 +0000 2009'}">5:54 AM Aug 6th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Upset I had to join forces with a cub fan to tell twinkie fan nl baseball is real baseball <a href="http://myloc.me/iVkT" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/iVkT</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3201852996"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Aug 09 03:18:29 +0000 2009'}">10:18 PM Aug 8th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Things got all sorts of crazy tonight! Good thing I keep a pocket full of awesome with me at all times <a href="http://myloc.me/iXyU" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/iXyU</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3203086242"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Aug 09 05:14:03 +0000 2009'}">12:14 AM Aug 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Shutup twitter, I don't want you to know what I'm doing <a href="http://myloc.me/jIkT" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://myloc.me/jIkT</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3237911856"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Aug 11 02:35:43 +0000 2009'}">9:35 PM Aug 10th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">'I got my toes in my dress shoes, ass in an office chair'....that isn't catchy at all</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3285593801"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Aug 13 13:04:19 +0000 2009'}">8:04 AM Aug 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">The 7 dwarfs were talking to hookers! "hi hoe, off to 'work' we go" how has no one caught this until now</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3298223294"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Aug 14 01:14:52 +0000 2009'}">8:14 PM Aug 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Was not expecting a bathroom attendant at the state fair</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3319454444"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Aug 15 00:55:28 +0000 2009'}">7:55 PM Aug 14th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I was afraid the inability to sleep "early" would affect me. Time to deploy operation nyquil</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3376608143"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Aug 18 04:32:43 +0000 2009'}">11:32 PM Aug 17th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Going to "the heart of the Oregon trail" hope I don't get dysentery and have to rest a few days</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3385077003"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Aug 18 16:12:54 +0000 2009'}">11:12 AM Aug 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I smell like bacon, and I like it</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3394699328"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Aug 19 00:41:34 +0000 2009'}">7:41 PM Aug 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">My old fat men in overalls capacity has been reached for the week, to Lincoln I go!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3430074030"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Aug 20 16:23:41 +0000 2009'}">11:23 AM Aug 20th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">This is where robbers stole my wheel. Thankfully I bought an extra at the last fort <a href="http://mypict.me/olVF" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://mypict.me/olVF</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3433499321"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Aug 20 19:22:31 +0000 2009'}">2:22 PM Aug 20th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">So, a double popped collar! I thought it was a thing of myth. Dbag of the night, possibly year. "ill wear 2 polos and pop them both" idiot</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3467813689"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Aug 22 06:32:07 +0000 2009'}">1:32 AM Aug 22nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I got a feeling, that tonights gonna be a Tuesday night</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3534318815"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Aug 25 13:12:27 +0000 2009'}">8:12 AM Aug 25th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Wednesday, Wednesday...so neutral to me</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3555943113"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Aug 26 13:17:35 +0000 2009'}">8:17 AM Aug 26th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I'm wearing sunglasses inside because a)I'm cool b)the eye doc dilated my pupils. Mostly because I'm cool</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3588876095"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Aug 27 22:01:28 +0000 2009'}">5:01 PM Aug 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Just never you mind what I'm doing, nosy people</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3605070670"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Aug 28 15:51:58 +0000 2009'}">10:51 AM Aug 28th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Started my work day talking about boobs, ended with smores talk. Good day!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3612169240"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Aug 28 21:50:22 +0000 2009'}">4:50 PM Aug 28th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I honestly hope tebow trips on his bible and breaks his wrist. I would start going to church if that happened</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3628038244"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Aug 29 17:04:55 +0000 2009'}">12:04 PM Aug 29th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">If kanye west were trying to kill me, I'd buy some time by closing the shades on his glasses</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3665297942"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Aug 31 13:25:24 +0000 2009'}">8:25 AM Aug 31st</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Hey Michigan, I came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3711061730"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 02 13:26:17 +0000 2009'}">8:26 AM Sep 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Umm, why does sci-fi channel now use the spelling syfy? Is there reasoning? Because I feel this is retarded</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3724537403"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Sep 03 01:59:31 +0000 2009'}">8:59 PM Sep 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Wow, escobar gets another web gem! Screw being a Hoover, this kid's a black hole for grounders</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3769928501"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 05 01:14:33 +0000 2009'}">8:14 PM Sep 4th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05">diddy05</a>: RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05">diddy05</a>: Ditto! RT @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05">diddy05</a>: I'm neat</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3794203028"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 06 06:09:59 +0000 2009'}">1:09 AM Sep 6th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> </span></span><br /><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Life observation #956 - you never wake up on a couch and say "damn its hot" usually quite the opposite</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3797783247"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 06 12:55:07 +0000 2009'}">7:55 AM Sep 6th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">The song tainted love will forever have dan akroyd doing the "eh eh" in my head. The song has been, well, tainted!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3861878020"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 09 12:14:07 +0000 2009'}">7:14 AM Sep 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">21 means 19, and 40mph should mean 50mph. What's so hard about this all</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3872614629"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 09 21:56:54 +0000 2009'}">4:56 PM Sep 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">And 65 mph should not mean complete stop! Fuck!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3872640125"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 09 21:58:08 +0000 2009'}">4:58 PM Sep 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><br />What did taco bell Canada use for that old tbell slogan: head 2 borders south?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3928292437"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 12 04:38:40 +0000 2009'}">11:38 PM Sep 11th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Watching Rick Reilly on sportscenter is like watching the death of journalism firsthand.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3930131804"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 12 07:11:34 +0000 2009'}">2:11 AM Sep 12th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Well, I'm in some place. That's good I suppose. There are girls, half of which I pissed off because I talk too much, but, good I guess</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3951544135"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 13 08:21:42 +0000 2009'}">3:21 AM Sep 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">You know it was a decent night when you have to check google latitude just to figure out where you are</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/3955200728"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 13 14:32:06 +0000 2009'}">9:32 AM Sep 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I like peanuts and like peanut butter. I also like cashews...who wants to help me butterize cashews and make millions?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4031148366"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 16 15:23:43 +0000 2009'}">10:23 AM Sep 16th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">The worst driver type is the overly happy brake tapping guy. I firmly believe this is how cankles are made! Every 2 seconds dude? Really?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4039538831"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 16 22:06:36 +0000 2009'}">5:06 PM Sep 16th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Just saw a plastic bag floating on a breeze. I had no desire to film it</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4063750890"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Sep 17 21:35:09 +0000 2009'}">4:35 PM Sep 17th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Sticks and stones may break my bones....but a boulder will likely kill you.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4085588626"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Sep 18 19:09:06 +0000 2009'}">2:09 PM Sep 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Going to go kick some balls. I heard I was drinking the high life as well. Where are you wendall?!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4090004743"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Sep 18 22:48:32 +0000 2009'}">5:48 PM Sep 18th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I ordered a soda at miller park, I was nervous I'd screw my order up and say "I'll have a miller dew" or "I'll have a mountain lite"</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4132541597"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 20 22:11:05 +0000 2009'}">5:11 PM Sep 20th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">The sky is making things wet, this befuddles me</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4135185205"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Sep 21 00:31:17 +0000 2009'}">7:31 PM Sep 20th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Go to bed Dustin......ok.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4139609271"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Sep 21 04:07:20 +0000 2009'}">11:07 PM Sep 20th</span> </a> <span>from web</span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">The song 'the final countdown' doesn't make too much sense on a Tuesday at 10:18 AM</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4173973332"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 22 15:19:15 +0000 2009'}">10:19 AM Sep 22nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I'm a legend in my spare time</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4299725724"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 22 22:11:36 +0000 2009'}">5:11 PM Sep 22nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Ahh, some fresh Columbian stimulant......oh that could be interpreted bad. Drinking coffee</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4315962626"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 23 14:09:01 +0000 2009'}">9:09 AM Sep 23rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> </span></span><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I should take up smoking so when I get out of breath, I can blame smoking instead of being completely out of shape.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4372624992"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Sep 25 16:53:31 +0000 2009'}">11:53 AM Sep 25th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">A night only takes turns for the better when meatloaf plays. Dead serious</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4411031019"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 27 05:19:43 +0000 2009'}">12:19 AM Sep 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">How come nickelback keeps releasing the same song over and over?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4411797243"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 27 06:12:26 +0000 2009'}">1:12 AM Sep 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I tried to bounce quarters across the entire bar. Went long, I got this</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4412534977"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 27 07:11:11 +0000 2009'}">2:11 AM Sep 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I think half an hour long conversations about how to properly kill zombies is good strategizing for the future. I'm set</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4412914656"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 27 07:45:08 +0000 2009'}">2:45 AM Sep 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I have nothing of any sort of importance, relevance, or cleverness to say.....felt I should say that</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4451657824"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Sep 28 20:21:59 +0000 2009'}">3:21 PM Sep 28th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Why do the Canadian airports have a condom machine in every bathroom? "Don't spread these motha fuckin' AIDS on our motha fuckin' planes"</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4571228048"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 03 03:36:23 +0000 2009'}">10:36 PM Oct 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">What would happen if I used "A touch of Gray" hair product? I'm 26 (hence not yet gray). hmmm, deep thoughts</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4571547476"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 03 03:53:23 +0000 2009'}">10:53 PM Oct 2nd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Whoa! My cellular phone has the world wide web!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4592157710"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 04 01:12:19 +0000 2009'}">8:12 PM Oct 3rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I think beer should be in me soon. I wonder if there is a place to drink around here. Haha, yeah, there, is</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4669096075"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 07 00:20:55 +0000 2009'}">7:20 PM Oct 6th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Because some zombie thing tomorrow. Zombies ruin everything! @<a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05">diddy05</a>: Why can't I walk on fauxhatten bridge, damn it.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4730828052"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 09 09:38:32 +0000 2009'}">4:38 AM Oct 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I didn't have a doorknob sign so I made my own. Who wants to cuddle <a href="http://pic.gd/8ccba9" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://pic.gd/8ccba9</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4731424451"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 09 10:31:37 +0000 2009'}">5:31 AM Oct 9th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I see no one has broken Bielema's sunglasses yet...that's unfortunate. <a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23badgers" title="#badgers" class="tweet-url hashtag">#badgers</a></span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4767203930"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 10 19:38:12 +0000 2009'}">2:38 PM Oct 10th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Just saw a redneck wearing an ecko shirt. Ok then. At least he purchased some Budweiser. Oh oak creek</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4769517871"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 10 21:41:12 +0000 2009'}">4:41 PM Oct 10th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I must be failing at life because I haven't married Carrie Underwood yet.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4787848192"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 11 17:15:03 +0000 2009'}">12:15 PM Oct 11th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I have Huey Lewis & The News stuck in my head.....that's not a bad thing at all though.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4835750633"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 13 14:21:32 +0000 2009'}">9:21 AM Oct 13th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Oh Wednesday, why can't be more like Friday? You're not as assholeish as Monday, but you can do better!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4860530257"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 14 12:24:50 +0000 2009'}">7:24 AM Oct 14th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Fellow Sconnies, don't say Tyme machine...other states thinks your crazy when you ask for a time machine.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4865123671"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 14 16:06:24 +0000 2009'}">11:06 AM Oct 14th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Damn it taco bell, stop advertising. You're making me hungry</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4879568263"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 15 03:02:44 +0000 2009'}">10:02 PM Oct 14th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Jeff Dunham has his own show? He's funny maybe once. Comedy central, if you're just going to hand shows out, can I be next?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4880475385"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 15 03:45:22 +0000 2009'}">10:45 PM Oct 14th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Just saw an ed hardy beer. Must be the nectar of the douche.</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4902512287"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 16 00:15:50 +0000 2009'}">7:15 PM Oct 15th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Thomas Jefferson should have finished the Declaration of Independence with a colon upper case P, like, that would have showed those brits!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/4921532664"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 16 17:48:36 +0000 2009'}">12:48 PM Oct 16th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">John Jacob Jingleheimer Smit doesn't share my name at all...not even a little bit</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5001301331"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Oct 19 21:40:51 +0000 2009'}">4:40 PM Oct 19th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Rain is God peeing. The pee gets filtered by the clouds, which is why they are always dark when it rains</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5102819512"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 23 18:02:31 +0000 2009'}">1:02 PM Oct 23rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Waking up at 10:30 sucks. Its like your body knew you'd want McDonald's bfast and waited perfectly until you couldn't get it</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5124665207"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 24 15:34:09 +0000 2009'}">10:34 AM Oct 24th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Humanity will figure out world peace before they figure out how to work a 4 way stop!</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5138803705"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 25 03:18:51 +0000 2009'}">10:18 PM Oct 24th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Early bird gets the worm right? Well I don't eat worms, so why do I care?</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5197818285"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 27 10:52:32 +0000 2009'}">5:52 AM Oct 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">I can seeee you Wisconsin. You look good! I'm about to penetrate your airspace, mmmm</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5214880587"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 27 23:41:45 +0000 2009'}">6:41 PM Oct 27th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://www.twittergadget.com/" rel="nofollow">TwitterGadget</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Fuck you socks, get off my feet</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5300028659"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 30 22:48:53 +0000 2009'}">5:48 PM Oct 30th</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> <br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Turns out seals are my kind of creatures that enjoy chilling at a dive bar over pitchers of beer. I can sleep on that thought</span> <span class="meta entry-meta"> <a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/diddy05/status/5412911899"> <span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Nov 04 05:05:12 +0000 2009'}">11:05 PM Nov 3rd</span> </a> <span>from <a href="http://ubertwitter.com/" rel="nofollow">UberTwitter</a></span> </span></span><br /><span class="status-body"><span class="meta entry-meta"><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><br /><br /></span></span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-82684170399313388522010-02-01T09:20:00.009-06:002010-02-01T11:17:20.339-06:00Guitar HZeroWell, I am officially working on one of the items I wanted to accomplish before I turn 30. I bought a guitar and am in the process of trying to learn how to play. My concern of course is that I just give up and never really pursue it, but I have mentioned it way too many times and finally just went for it. Maybe it is a 1/3-Life Crisis, but it's something I thought of doing as a kid, so, I doubt it.<br /><br />While, I think an acoustic guitar has a more, portable factor to it, and I personally like the sound of an acoustic better, I decided to look at electric guitars, primarily to give my neighbors peace. With the electric guitar I can plug in headphones and be the only one to hear my awfulness.<br /><br />Of course, I didn't want to drop the cash on a really nice axe, just in case I don't pursue it as <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdjg8rtuZDTzDIuaHmsXmftGTDSJ07rsLeSxH3ukFR0GixaAb0YGI_xIdvmLb4DBuo-YRaKxcPJT61I5XSPUlFp8XCOMaGE_WXoTJ0KEaxJzIo51af7xSShoIb2awrkiJIlrOrw/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdjg8rtuZDTzDIuaHmsXmftGTDSJ07rsLeSxH3ukFR0GixaAb0YGI_xIdvmLb4DBuo-YRaKxcPJT61I5XSPUlFp8XCOMaGE_WXoTJ0KEaxJzIo51af7xSShoIb2awrkiJIlrOrw/s400/guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433324710811367186" border="0" /></a>heavily as I would like to, and also, I don't have the cash to be dropping on a nice guitar. So, I did my research and found a very reasonably priced electric guitar made by Fender. It is called a Starcaster by Fender, and actually comes in a kit with an amp, all the necessary equipment, and an instructional DVD. A true starter guitar.<br /><br />Well, I'm a firm believer in you get what you pay for, and I realize that this isn't going to be the purest sounding instrument; I just need it to be sufficient. So, I did my research, went to several different websites and read user reviews, and for the most part the reviews were phenomenal. Many reviews were from people who play, and bought this cheaper version for someone they know who is starting out. They admit it is just a guitar for beginners, but that it was terrific for beginners and novices. Any negative reviews, seemed to be from people who had know idea what they were talking about. I was sold, and it having the Fender name on it made me feel even more comfortable.<br /><br />After I unboxed everything and set it up, I popped in the DVD and things were immediately clear that I have a leg up on a lot of beginners in the fact that I am not musically challenged or clueless. For 8 years during middle and high school, I played saxophone in band. I can read music, I am not tone deaf, and I have general understanding of playing music. I was able to manually tune the guitar before I hooked it up to the auto-tuning device, and I was impressed at how close I actually was to having it in tune. Just wanted to gloat a little there.<br /><br />With the guitar in tune, the next step is to learn some basic chords (using the instructional DVD still). The hardest part, as I knew it would be, is getting my fingers on the right strings in the right fret. I had some practice when I was younger, when my buddy Curtis first started playing bass guitar. I'd always to try play, and he'd help me out a little, but I never really got that good at it. Also, having played saxophone for so many years where the finger alignments are essentially setup vertically and ergonomically for the hand, the guitar has my fingers (seemingly) placed every which way. It didn't take long playing the simple power chords for my hand and fingers to start cramping up. I decided I was good for day 1, and the DVD even mentioned it at that time that my hand might start getting sore and to take a break. Before I quit though, I was able to jump from chord to chord, somewhat smoothly, so I am taking my first lesson to be a success.<br /><br />But that was the easy part. I'll try to keep you posted on how my self lessons are going.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-20543083375818607052010-01-10T22:49:00.014-06:002010-01-13T20:38:55.065-06:00Some Things to Do Before I'm 30I haven't bloggered for a bit, and I have been thinking of some things I want to accomplish before I turn 30 (Just over 3 years to go). Obviously, I have to keep this realistic, so, no trips to Australia or Europe....as those are unlikely (but I'm hopeful). Also, I am not insinuating that 30 is old, it isn't, just a nice round number to accomplish some things. With that horrible disclaimer finished, here we go:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go Skydiving</span>: A popular item on lists like these. I think of old people making bucket<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_xNcr4z_r5ag3whf9va3KvLJLNfktWcDJJHjBKjE6kmgGvELLKlL4WOyIUt0rQaySPykJxBfIXl_ZcaLiKtr24z_nIgItAUctWiEBuLD24Z3Zt9b3Chqk9EBDhZ69JQ2Tr_uGQ/s1600-h/old+sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_xNcr4z_r5ag3whf9va3KvLJLNfktWcDJJHjBKjE6kmgGvELLKlL4WOyIUt0rQaySPykJxBfIXl_ZcaLiKtr24z_nIgItAUctWiEBuLD24Z3Zt9b3Chqk9EBDhZ69JQ2Tr_uGQ/s200/old+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426411245246348290" border="0" /></a> lists with this item on it, and I think, "I don't want to be knocked unconscious by my flabby ass cheeks whipping back." So, I'm making a decision to do this while my skin still has tensile strength and I don't have to worry about losing my teeth. I once had the opportunity a few years back, but didn't really have the extra spending $$ for it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Take a Caribbean Cruise</span>: This one is actually coming into fruition as we speak...sort of. My buddy Mike created a facebook group last fall for a cruise in 2011....umm. So, being that it is well over a year away, I'm waiting before I make a commitment. Still, I'm leaning heavily on it. Most people go on a cruise as a romantic getaway, or just a couple friends, but what if you had a boatload of besties (that's right, I said it...slightly ashamed) getting all sorts of hammered with you? That sounds epic! Will I fall off and never be heard from again? I give it a 1.3% chance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go to Alaska</span>: Once again, many people think of old people, and those cruises along the Pacific Shore, watching Humpback Whales doing it.....whale style. Well, that's not what I'm after. Nor <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJDHwZBV3Yc3XNMbJLYYR6DImPW-ALyic9VGpTAdgFP63S5De9jy1FzUkR-Tv5nawts_sZ4cMlaOZYE5Np8pTcjWSveSE6zTveI1nKaLxt9BbRTE9g78xRqoFBVMV7hzBlJ-t2w/s1600-h/alaska.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJDHwZBV3Yc3XNMbJLYYR6DImPW-ALyic9VGpTAdgFP63S5De9jy1FzUkR-Tv5nawts_sZ4cMlaOZYE5Np8pTcjWSveSE6zTveI1nKaLxt9BbRTE9g78xRqoFBVMV7hzBlJ-t2w/s320/alaska.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426417769247057298" border="0" /></a>am I thinking of going all "Into the Wild" on people. Nope, I got this idea from watching Dave Attell on Comedy Central's "Insomniac". It was the summer solstice and there is a night long party celebrating 24 hours of daylight. How cool would that be? I mean, seriously? I want in on that party before my liver gives out on me. Nature is cool too, I'm a big fan, and would want to do that whole thing too I suppose. This almost became a reality, when a friend was trying to get a law enforcement job in AK, we had it all planned out that we would visit....jerk didn't get the job.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Buy a House</span>: ewww, sounds all grown-uppy. But, yeah, I should at some point do this....maybe just a Condo, so I don't have to do yard work.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Write at Least One More Piece to "My Collegiate Story"</span>: I'll get to it, don't you worry kids, hell if you're lucky I'll finish up Freshman year by time I'm 35!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DzOcCDDU_6sRmE7Uev5rFthEgPln3aNoCHyN-ySohMjTeqTQzTKIz6OQjYDViN6B-bWMjUJmQlL5R2cIuJ1AnEweerWSUZ7lPL2kFeEHPPIleZXmY-Y0A4sP1aiRHpT2Lt06mA/s1600-h/mandalay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DzOcCDDU_6sRmE7Uev5rFthEgPln3aNoCHyN-ySohMjTeqTQzTKIz6OQjYDViN6B-bWMjUJmQlL5R2cIuJ1AnEweerWSUZ7lPL2kFeEHPPIleZXmY-Y0A4sP1aiRHpT2Lt06mA/s320/mandalay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426413479258820130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stay at the Mandalay Bay, in Vegas, in Summer</span>: Probably the most likely of things to happen thus far. I want to be on their "beach" on a 100 degree day...then go lose my money on the blackjack table while being propositioned by hookers....all while barely remembering anything. I love Vegas!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Learn How to Play Guitar</span>: I've been saying this for years now, and I actually almost bought one a couple of weeks ago. My fear is I give up the hobby too quickly and just lose money. I think I'll be ok though, I love music, and I did enjoy(for the most part) playing the saxophone in band (geek alert), when we played cool stuff at least. So, I think I might actually have the will and want to do it. I think I'll do it!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Get Drafted in the MLB Draft</span>: Listen they have like 1,209 rounds, with 30 teams picking...my name has to eventually come up.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sit in the Wrigley Bleachers When Brewers are Playing</span>...: I would like to finish this off with a "<span style="font-style: italic;">...and catch Brewer's HR ball, proceed to not throw it back</span>" or "<span style="font-style: italic;">...Catch a Cubs HR ball, and Throw it Back</span>", but I'm reasonably certain I'll never catch a ball in my lifetime. I've been to Wrigley, in some pretty damn good seats actually, and rooted loudly against the Cubs. So, now I just want to get drunk and mess with the "bums". I'm fucking likable, so we'll all get along.<br /><br /><s><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visit the Original Yankee Stadium</span>: Before they tear it down. So much baseball history has gone through it.</s><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Catch a Foul Ball or a Home Run Ball while at a Baseball Game</span>: I've come close, but please see above statement of: "I'm reasonably certain I'll never catch a ball in my lifetime". I'm not going to quit though! Screw you Happy Youngster you fucking prick!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ENrvhRQo4sopd4Fjd2_i0y5tobT5zfai4j04lzGeUcfXovv9iKyyjQXKKO_vMoI1iWe1KCvjN8uDQ1Alc3bQ7CEkGgFGYU5l4aQFysNexgggOivVdFcHob6CBRXondT5pDMAMA/s1600-h/hot-air-balloon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ENrvhRQo4sopd4Fjd2_i0y5tobT5zfai4j04lzGeUcfXovv9iKyyjQXKKO_vMoI1iWe1KCvjN8uDQ1Alc3bQ7CEkGgFGYU5l4aQFysNexgggOivVdFcHob6CBRXondT5pDMAMA/s320/hot-air-balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426413841899828722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ride in a Hot Air Balloon</span>: When I was a kid, there was something going on around Spring Green...for something. Anyways, the opportunity was there, and I was too chicken shit to go up. I regret that now. I guess I'm not really in any sort of rush to do this, but, hell, if the opportunity comes again, I'll take it. Now, if I could get an entire nation to watch me travel recklessly through the skies, that would be neat too.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go Skiing</span>: That's right, I'm almost 27, I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life, and I have never gone skiing. Every winter, I say I will, every winter, I don't. I'd probably snowboard...but we'll just lump it all together as one.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eat the Hottest Wings at Quaker Steak & Lube</span>: If it is good enough for Man vs Food, it is good enough for me. I love hot food, and if I have to sign a waiver, it must be deliciously hot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go To a Big Time Auto Race</span>: NASCAR or Indy, really doesn't matter, probably NASCAR because I could cheer for Kenseth at least. I don't really care about auto racing, but I feel like it would be fun to go to, especially if I were to be in the infield partying. I once agreed to pay $70 to camp for 3 nights and drink all I could drink in the infield before and during the Indy 500. Plans fell through, I was sad.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Take up Curling</span>: I've wanted to do this since I watched the 2006 Winter <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWkAbFikoaCD6z47vpYhyphenhyphenhmuQU2ncb6SGxukx_Sn8TXP8rYIF9Wb08nkNtRbaklChS6g-fYMA1ANQhrmMh2ezBEBFlE48CCTEonCVcpNoG6f5gto_RhhLz0DfgO1TqART-IUYBg/s1600-h/curling.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWkAbFikoaCD6z47vpYhyphenhyphenhmuQU2ncb6SGxukx_Sn8TXP8rYIF9Wb08nkNtRbaklChS6g-fYMA1ANQhrmMh2ezBEBFlE48CCTEonCVcpNoG6f5gto_RhhLz0DfgO1TqART-IUYBg/s320/curling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426415480706872754" border="0" /></a>Olympics...apparently hot chicks partake in curling, so, I feel I should curl as well. That and I think it would be fun. A bigger version of shuffleboard (bar style). Nothing too athletic needed, so, beer can be involved, always a plus. My buddy Peter and I have mentioned it a few times, and have gone as far as researching clubs in the greater Milwaukee area once.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Water Ski</span>: I'll likely kill myself, but I love playing in Wisconsin lakes in summer, but haven't gone as far as water skiing yet.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Some Accomplished Goals</span></span> (that I can quickly think of)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hit a Hole-In-One</span>: That's right biatches...167 yards, 6 iron, uphill.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">See a No-Hitter</span>: Had to be stupid head Carlos Zambrano...but still neat to be there to experience it with a "home" crowd. First and only time I will clap and tip my cap to a Cubs player. (At Miller Park vs Astros, 98% Cub fans in attendance).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whitewater Rafting</span>: Super fun! I want to go again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Be at the top of a mountain</span>: I didn't 'go tell it' to anyone...until now. Sure, we drove up Pike's Peak, but it was still cool. The lack of oxygen really does produce a type of "Rocky Mountain High"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Drank with the Blue Angels</span>: Isn't this every kid's dream? I'm not sure they were drinking, but I was....and looking at their hot wives<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hear a Canadian say, "eh"</span>: Never gets old, it was a "uuge" moment in my life<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Drive to St. Louis at Bar Time</span>: This wasn't really a goal, but a stupid decision. Good story I suppose. I might someday write about it (in my collegiate story).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yelled at People From the 'Real World' While Filming</span>: Yeah, I totally did that in Vegas, bastards didn't put me on air though (I didn't watch, but I was talking for like an hour to the kid who has the 'consent' slips that need to be signed and I didn't need to sign one)@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-55237757482047840782009-07-30T22:49:00.005-05:002009-07-30T23:10:39.927-05:00Two Things That Annoy Me Right NowThere I go again, letting my blog gather dust. I promised people fun posts about all my fun summer adventures, yet I left you with nothing. You should know that I have had some fun summer adventures including an impromptu Fourth of July camping trip that involved a life threatening experience. Well, I'm being a bit dramatic, but seriously still a funny story (not at the time), you should ask me about it because I am not going to write about it for reasons.<br /><br />Well, I still plan on getting my Cleveland notebook in, but, that's probably about it for the past events. So for now, let me just say a couple things that annoy me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bud Light's Slogan</span> - Drinkability, what the hell is that? You know what gives it drinkability? The fact that it is liquid and can people can drink liquids. Bleach is drinkable, you don't see them advertising that!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Party Ceremony Dance</span> - I'm not even going to post the video because it annoys me so damn much. All I envision is a bunch of bitches and douchebags. Save that shit for the reception, not the ceremony. I'm sure Grandma was looking forward to her beautiful grandaughter walking down the aisle in a lovely church setting. I have long been saying that the world doesn't break out in song and dance nearly enough, so why my hatred for it? I don't know, just disrespectful and frankly, retarded. My guess is they weren't even drunk.......which makes it even worse.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-79799036831000676482009-06-18T21:28:00.001-05:002009-06-18T21:29:50.812-05:00Where you at?Hey, didn't you go to Cleveland? I want to read about it!<br /><br />Yeah yeah, back off, I'm busy doing mostly unimportant things<br /><br /><br />Soon enough kids@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-14161751850162407442009-06-02T14:04:00.002-05:002009-06-02T15:33:33.919-05:00Quick Thoughts- I seriously need to stop thinking of good blog ideas while laying in bed. I come up with one, but then I forget it the next morning after promising myself I wouldn't forget. I should keep a pen and paper nearby me....Or, it could be a thought you think is good, but really isn't (see Seinfeld Season two - The Heart Attack)<br /><br />- Though I will forever maintain that I hate Twitter. I found a cool application for Twitter for the blackberry: UberTwitter. If you look at my posts it will give you a map of my GPS coordinate at the time of my posting. If there is a picture, you will see both the picture and where I was. Pretty neat!<br /><br />- Speaking of GPS locations, I love Google Latitude.<br /><br />- I'm really glad Jorge Julio is off of the Brewers.<br /><br />- Conan O'Brien's first "The Tonight Show" was hilarious. Monologue seemed lacking, but the overall show was still fantastic. Also, good to see Andy Richter back...hopefully he won't seem as stiff going forward as he seemed that first show.<br /><br />- If does eat oats, and goats eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy....what do three toed sloths eat?<br /><br />- I'm going to Cleveland next weekend for a bachelor party, why Cleveland?....why not Cleveland<br /><br />- What is Ned Yost doing these days? My guess is drinking lots of beer and throwing things at the TV when the Brewers win....also, I'm guessing he hasn't shaved since September.<br /><br />- I think a cool, yet lame thing to say on Monday is: - "I'm making like Garfield and hating on Mondays"<br /><br />- Really hope it is nice this Friday, I want to see Pat McCurdy @ Riversplash<br /><br />- <a href="http://www.sheffieldshouse.com">Sheffield's House</a> - Your source for WI sports news and tidbits is now <a href="http://www.twitter.com/sheffieldshouse">twittering </a><br /><br />- What's it say about France when two of their most famous leaders in battle were 1) a teenage girl and 2) A short man with an inferiority complex<br /><br />- I am working on the next part of my collegiate story. Some names should be dropped for those wondering where they will fall into the picture.<br /><br />- Is it wrong to have said "Jesus was an alcoholic"? I mean, he lived in a rather arid country, and had a bunch of water, a hard thing to come by I am sure. Well, instead of giving people this nourishing, life sustaining water, he ruins it by turning it to wine, assumingly to have a shindig of biblical proportions.<br /><br />- So, Mike has already made the comment about having another Carnival at his new house....I will keep mentioning this until it happens!<br /><br />- I am awaiting for details on the new Scavenger Drunk - v.MKE, maybe the fella at <a href="http://blogspot.com/tepidepics">Tepid Epics</a> will have some answers soon.<br /><br />- I finally, after a horrid start, have a winning record on my Brewer games attended 5-4. If you were counting, my cheese fries eaten to games won while attended ratio is now 3:5<br /><br />UNTIL NEXT TIME@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-60395272301920285812009-05-21T09:06:00.006-05:002009-05-21T10:05:00.731-05:00Ramblings - Memories, Summer, and a Touch of PatriotismWith Memorial Day Weekend upcoming, I've been getting in a better and better mood. The unofficial start of summer is upon us, and that makes me extremely happy. I always joke that I live in the wrong state because I hate winter, nothing about it makes me happy anymore. I will fully admit that I think every kid should grow up in a state that has bountiful snowfall. There is nothing more fun than bundling up, meeting your friends at the biggest hill you can find, and sledding all day, getting into snowball fights, and building snow forts. In fact, winter created some of my fondest recess memories.<br /><br />First there was playing tackle football in the snow. Tackle football was not allowed, but, we would always play until we got yelled at, play touch for a while, then go back to tackle. I remember in about 6 inches of snow having my boot pulled off, then running the entire distance of the field scoring a touchdown and in turn getting one wet sock which made for an uncomfortable rest of the day.<br /><br />Then there was the sledding, who could go the fastest, the farthest, stand up the longest, etc...I thank god that I grew up in the hilly part of the state (The Driftless Area), for hills were aplenty.<br /><br />We always would tunnel the parking lot snow pile. Why, I don't know, but it was fun. Though seems kind of dangerous now as us elementary kids were no engineers, and I suppose a collapse was always possible.<br /><br />Then, there were the snow forts. In 2nd grade, we wanted to make the biggest snow fort possible, we would spend all recess hour rolling one or two balls to make up the wall, it would take 3 or 4 of us to eventually roll the behemoth into place. After a week or so, we had our gigantic snow fort. It was, of course, boys only. Then a classmate, Megan, claimed she was kicked out of the girl's fort and wanted in to ours. Well, just as grown men are, even 2nd grade boys are susceptible to 'women tricks'. We trusted her, gave her the secret password, she played along for a day or two, but then told all the other girls what the password was. Before long, all the girls knew the password and then we had to attack to defend our turf with a good old fashioned snow ball fight.<br /><br />BUT, that was the past. These days, I would rather not deal with the cold. I can have fun still, sure, but would much rather be out on a lake drinking a brewski or two. In fact, chillin' with nature on a hot summer day is definitely one of my favorite things to do. <br /><br />I am doing a lot of fun stuff this summer. Going to Cleveland and Denver, many Brewer games...but what I am most looking forward to is heading up north camping in July. Last year we got a little wet, so this year, we went with a cabin right off of a lake in Eagle River. Should be a blast. To me, sitting around a campfire at night, telling stories with your friends under the stars and over drinks is pretty much heaven. <br /><br />Speaking of sitting on lakes and nature, I just realized it has been a long time since I have seen the ocean. At my old job, I was at least once a month sitting on a beach watching the waves. This sort of saddens me as it was always a relaxing experience. In fact, the last time I saw the ocean was last summer in Maine....and with no ocean trips planned this year, likely won't be until next year...sad face.<br /><br />To finish this rambling, I just want to say that while we often in this country bicker about things such as politics, we are all striving for the same things. While though it might seem we are divided on how we want to obtain what we all want to achieve, we always come together, be it for a time of crisis or just to share a laugh during a barbecue on Memorial Day....this ability to come together is certainly, uniquely, American. Now, as I was driving to work today, a song I have been listening to a lot lately came on my iPod, and since I was taking in the sights and smells of the back roads with the now green scenery, I literally had a big smile, filled to the brim with patriotism, the video is posted below, and while it is a country song, it fits this Great Nation, especially for an upcoming Memorial Day Holiday. So I want to leave you with this thought...please, while celebrating your holiday, be it barbecuing, tailgating, camping, or just relaxing at home...take a second to think of the purpose of Memorial Day, to honor those who have fallen, past and present, to help defend this Nation, so we can have the freedom to enjoy the activities that we choose to do in our lives.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f33KzjrjTg0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f33KzjrjTg0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-49961354629960184002009-05-15T11:52:00.001-05:002009-05-15T11:58:04.715-05:00#6. My Collegiate Life - Learning how to Party WW Style<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>After the initial excitement of the first week of class and the meeting of new friends, I began to settle down into a bit of a routine. It is amazing how even after one or two weeks, you feel comfortable and it was as if you have been living the collegiate life for years. As mentioned, I can not tell you where the first party was I attended, how crazy things may or may not have gotten. I can tell you though, that the first few weeks, getting to a party was always an adventure.<br /><br />Come "Thirsty Thursday", right after dinner time, the dorms would begin to buzz. We would all go door to door down our hall to see where the party was. We didn't know the hot spots or have the connections yet. There were always the open invitations by the frat guys who would come wandering the halls letting everyone know they were having a free party with strippers, or some other gimmick, but for most of the guys I hung out with including myself, the frat life was something none of us were interested in, and didn't even want to associate with. Paying for friends, bah! Though I appreciated the Vegas style magnet for my fridge.<br /><br />There always seemed to be one guy though who claimed to know where the parties were; he lived in the room directly next to me, name was Steve. Steve lived with Chad and they had went to Marquette High School together. They both were extremely outgoing and liked to have a good time, so him saying he knew where there was a party was good enough for us as we were desperate for the cheap tap beer and the women who would drink too much of it.<br /><br />The masses in the dorm would hear about the party, and for some reason we thought it would be a good idea to just all go together. It didn't seem weird that we would all head towards a party, and by all, I mean 10-15 of us. We didn't think much about how such a large group of freshmen was a dead giveaway to the police as to where the party was. Thankfully for us, our party leader, Steve, never seemed to actually know where there was a party. I swear, he would just start knocking on random houses then ask them if a) they were having a party b) if they knew where one was. We usually ended up finding a party though. Not because Steve knew where he was going, but when you walk around the entire campus housing area you will at some point hear the loud music and loud voices. Needless to say, we learned to quit following Steve after a little bit and began to gain some contacts of our own to find where the kegs were aplenty.<br /><br />I quickly learned that a party in a crowded Whitewater basement is a whole different ballgame compared to a party in the middle of a field in Highland. The obvious difference is the space. The sheer amount of people that would cram into a cramped dirty basement is mind boggling. The kegs were always surrounded by a mass of people with no rhyme or reason, often radiating out in a semi-circle. Getting through just to fill up seemed to burn off more alcohol than a filled cup would provide. There had to be a better way. There was!<br /><br />At first, I was too nice, waiting in line patiently hoping, like at Six Flags, my turn would eventually come. After I quit being naive, and learned that this was basically a no-holds barred "line", I began squeezing my shoulder in whatever crease would be given to me. I would also notice that many people would have a full cup, but just stood conveniently in line waiting for the next round. These people were normally pretty good about scooting back to let you in. This helped some, but I also learned that there were enemies of the keg line who weren't as nice.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enemy #1</span> - The House Cup/Pitcher</span> - Nothing can be done about this, everyone honored this code. These are the people risking a police record for our fun (or to pay their bills). They were usually playing drinking games at a table in a separate room and that meant pitchers had to be filled to keep the game moving.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Enemy #2</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> - The Cup Passer/Multiple Cup Filler</span> - This was most often utilized by the women, and reason, the tapper won't say no to a good looking girl (myself included) who just wants to get her and her friends drunk. But, the masses, men and women alike get stuck waiting an extra 15 minutes just to fill up a 2nd cup.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enemy #3</span> - The Over The Shoulder Reacher</span> - Buddy, settle, two things, first you are annoying everyone, secondly, the hose doesn't reach that far anyways.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enemy #4</span> - The Line Budger</span> - Once again, usually a good looking girl.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enemy #5</span> - The "I Was Next" Complainer</span> - Maybe you were, maybe you weren't, but do you think anyone really cares. Shut your mouth, you'll get filled.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enemy #6</span> - The Pusher</span> - Usually a larger guy who is able to shove his weight around. Only a few people are going to stand up to it, mostly because it just creates an argument not worth arguing over. I noted I would shove a shoulder in a crease...that has to happen, but plain pushing people aside is rude.<br /><br />Ok, I've been guilty of having people grab my cup to fill it up while they are up front, but when someone asks, you can't say no. It really wasn't all that effective anyways as the tapper usually would spot this and move on to other people anyhow. Which of course brings me to the lessons I learned on how to keep the beer continually flowing in the cup.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tip #1</span> - Make friends while in line. This is useful for a few reasons. One, if you or that person gets filled, then whoever is getting filled usually will tell the tapper that the other person is/was next. This is extremely effective (and awesome for other reasons) if the friend is a good looking girl. This new found "friend" could also become a pumper while in line, and the tapper usually respects whoever is pumping for them. Best case scenario, this "friend" becomes the tapper. Which leads to....<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tip #2</span> - Make friends with the tapper. The best way to do this, is complain about all the rude people in line. The tapper gets yelled at constantly, so hearing someone understand is a welcoming voice. The best idea is to maybe hang back by the tapper then, become a barrel monkey (usually along a wall now) until you've thrown a few down.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tip #3 </span>- Take over the tapper duties. This, comes with many responsibilities, and, as mentioned, much criticism. Who cares, you can now fill yourself and friends up as needed.<br /><br />All of these were things I picked up on pretty quick. The other thing I learned, and a big difference from what I was used to, is the beer does not flow all night. The house that is throwing a party isn't looking to keep 200 people in their basement until 4 am. There are usually only 2-4 barrels at a party, so you had to work quick. Those of you who know about, 'working quick' when in terms of drinking know that it often leads to some pretty drunk times (and also a large reason I feel the drinking age should be lowered - more on that in a separate blog). It was always a rush to drink as much as you can as quick as you can. A two hour party ends up feeling like an all nighter and at 11 or 12 at night, the group would assemble and begin the always fun walk home to the dorms.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">UP NEXT - Dorm Life</span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-63169116846870368992009-04-19T21:11:00.004-05:002009-04-19T23:37:19.790-05:00Some Randomness and Some Rehashing<span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 1 - My College Story</span><br /><br />I know a few of you out there have been reading my college story which I am very happy about, so I promise to not disappoint. The first two chapters were written about a year ago, I did nothing but copy and paste from that. Well, that pre-written supply has been exhausted. I promised Stacey that I would start writing again last week, and I want to let her and the rest of you know, that I have indeed started Chapter 3. It is much more taxing to write now as things aren't as clearly engraved in my mind as well as those first few days were when things were all new and exciting, but I promise I will deliver.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 2 - Going Green</span><br /><br />Well, not completely, but why not help out where I can. My inspiration came from, none other than a Wal-Mart commercial. The commercial simply stated that the disposable cups that you get from coffee shops can not be recycled because of the water proofing they have. Now, I rarely stop at Starbucks or any other place like that for my morning Joe, but I do use Styrofoam cups (which could be even worse). I am not a big coffee drinker, but I will drink it at work when I am feeling tired or sometimes just to have something to drink other than water. My company has styrofoam cups provided that we can use to fill up from the coffee pot and sometimes I might use a couple different cups throughout the day.<br /><br />So, I got to thinking, why don't I take a mug into work with me. Something simple and will it make a noticeable impact, no, but I'll feel better. I think throughout this next week I am going to think about other things I can do to help the environment where I can. I certainly am not going to go all hippy or overly inconvenience myself, but if we could all just make a couple small changes, we might just make the world a better place. And I know there is a debate on if global warming is a natural or man made phenomenon (my personal belief is we are speeding up the natural cycle), but we can all agree that recycling more, saving more fuel, making less waste, etc... is a good thing, so why not?<br /><br />If I come up with a good list, I'll post a blogpost about it. <span style="font-style: italic;">I just heard that tomorrow is Earth Day, so in honor I will try to have a list by tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 3 - Quick Political Rant</span><br /><br />So, I am beginning to think maybe it would have been better if McCain had won the election. My reasoning, different than you might think. You know how sometimes you can have a person who is so upset that they lost that they just whine and whine and whine and whine until the people around that person just give up just to shut them up. That is what I feel like, I am sick of the whining by the right (the hippies whine too, but, no one really listens to them anymore), the spinning of stories to demonize President Obama. The latest, that Obama thinks veterans are potential terrorists. Well, the <a href="http://vetvoice.com/showDiary.do;jsessionid=61CECB4AC41DA34EC7FCCDF2036053CB?diaryId=2669">VFW has agreed</a> with the statement that was made that we need to protect our veterans from being targeted by terrorists (a program started under Bush, FYI). Well the GOP spun that story and made it sound as if Obama hates America. Also, OHMYGOD HE SHOOK HANDS AND SHARED A SMILE WITH HUGO CHAVEZ!!!!, my thought, good I was always under the impression that having diplomatic relations with any and all to be a good thing. Ben Franklin would be proud!<br /><br />Hey, Republicans, maybe you should follow public opinion polls, you are a dying party at this moment. I fully believe Meghan McCain might be one of your smartest voices from the small samplings I have read.<br /><br />I fucking love this country, it is by far the best country in the world, arrogant statement be damned, but even one of my closest friends has essentially called me unpatriotic and all but stated that I don't like liberty....the only reasoning I can think of is because I have a different political view than him. Remember, John Adams and Thomas Jefferson had very different political views, one certain the other's view was wrong and would damn the country. Both of those men are respected founding fathers, so you know what, we'll be ok! (sorry Jonny, just figured you needed some fresh fodder for you blog, been a while;) )<br /><br />I have about 30 other subjects in my mind on the hippocritical right wing, but I honestly don't have the energy to deal with it anymore.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 4 - 2009 Weight Loss</span><br /><br />So far from the start of the year, I have lost about 35 (at one point 40) pounds. I have just been smart about it this time. I just watch my calories, no more gimmick diets like Atkins (though I tried it for about a week before I got sick). After seeing positive results and then getting to the part where I am driving myself crazy by not eating, I'll take a 1 or 2 week break to regain some sanity. I made a hard goal to lose a total of 70 pounds this year, and I realize that is mostly unrealistic, but that is why it is a goal, it is supposed to be a challenge. This week, I add another phase to this, working out. It is finally nice enough to go outside, go for a walk or a jog. Maybe play some tennis or shoot some hoops. As mentioned previously, I want to go biking this year, hit some trails, I have already spoken with Barney about joining him on some of his adventures this summer. Now, if those damned cheese fries at Miller Park can just leave me alone!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 5 - Shameless Self Promotion</span><br /><br />Maybe you know about it already, maybe you don't, but myself and a few others have started a sports themed blog (focusing on WI area sports). Please stop by and check it out. <a href="http://sheffieldshouse.blogspot.com/">sheffieldshouse.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 6 - Where Are the Funny Party Stories?</span><br /><br />Last night I reread my 3 part story about Mark and Stacecy's wedding, and you know, I enjoyed it. Then there is the Pewaukee adventure, the Vegas trip. Those were fun nights...things have been somewhat routine this winter, but summer is coming up, more summer fun planned already. Here is what is on tap that should help provide some good material and fun:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Three Weddings</span> - Two of which I am in.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Camping Trip in Eagle River </span>- Umm, beer, friends, lake, campfire...yes please! July 15-19<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Denver</span> - Drunk bus, awesome city, beautiful scenery, and watching the Cubs lose, how can this go wrong? Aug 6-9<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cleveland?</span> - The theme this summer is short trips apparently. This one is still TBD<br /><br />Those on top of Brewer games, summer parties, Summerfest, and other festivals should make for a great 2009 and hopefully some solid stories will come from them!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic 7 - The Twitter Phenomenon</span><br /><br />Seriously, what the hell, why is the word, Twitter, invading my ear canals. I turn on the news, and the topic, Twitter. Which congressman or Senator twittered today, here is our twitter, please follow us on Twitter, we are at war with Ashton Kutcher over Twitter, Oprah Twitters, athletes are using Twitter....STOP IT!!!!<br /><br />Now you might notice the upper right corner of my blog has my own Twitter updates. I was embarrassed when I signed up, but I really like the live instant updates and thoughts I can put on the blog. It is a nice touch that I wish was a blogspot.com was responsible for, not Twitter. I do not go to the Twitter website (after my initial playing around) and if my friends need to know what I am doing, they can see that on my facebook page. And there is a much better response system on facebook as well. Not to mention I can update that anywhere as well on my blackberry.<br /><br />I first heard about this scourge after President Obama's address to Congress where many Congress members took flak for twittering during his speech. It took off from there, and it is a word that I hope just, goes away......I can live without that upper right corner of my blog being there, but no, I am not deleting it! What can I say, I am a product of my generation, I enjoy technology and constant connection with friends.@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-12412457388271938742009-04-09T23:03:00.003-05:002009-04-09T23:31:59.817-05:00A Lesson to be Learned From A TragedyAs some of you may know, especially for you sports fans out there. Nick Adenhart, a rookie for the LA Angels was killed by a suspected drunk driver just hours after throwing 6 scoreless innings in his Major League debut. This is of course an extremely sad story and much of the nation, including me, has Adenhart's family and friends in their hearts, minds, and prayers. <br /><br />With opening day at Miller Park taking place tomorrow, many of the same fans who have heavy hearts over Adenhart's loss, will hop in their cars after the game after having a bit too many and had for home, endagering themselves and others. I am not in any position to criticize or look down upon, though I certainly wish I was....but people, think about what you've had before you turn that key in the ignition. If you aren't too sure, fire the grill back up and relax in the parking lot for a while. Many times last year I spent an extra hour or two, laughing at the people fighting for position in traffic as I tossed a football around. The best part is, I still get home at about the same time since I am not stuck in traffic. <br /><br />Tomorrow, I am glad to say I have my sober ride set for tomorrow, and I hope you have yours set as well. The loss of a life is always tragic, be it an MLB player, a family of four, or even your own. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Have fun, but please, Be Safe & Be Smart. </span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-19062055548451034232009-03-30T14:31:00.005-05:002009-03-30T15:31:01.802-05:0050th PostYay, my first milestone, and it only took me three years to get here! It started after reading my friend <a href="http://bdogschneeby.blogspot.com/">Barney's blog</a> and realizing that I too like to share my thoughts and adventures with anyone willing to listen/read. I also was in need of something productive to do with my time, as I was less than a year out of college and the weekdays certainly were not as exciting as they used to be, boredom started to set in. And even though I knew only several friends would make up the core of my readership, I find the whole idea of saying what is on your mind to be somewhat therapeutic and thus well worth it.<br /><br />I remember it took me hours to think of a name, I wanted it to be clever and I am a bit of a perfectionist, so it had to be, well, perfect. As a pretty big fan of alliteration, I settled on The Bantering Butteris. I still like it to this day, though I wish I would perhaps thought of something that didn't involve my last name, as I now appear up in google searches, and I guess not everyone needs to know about my drinking adventures or my political philosophy, but, oh well.<br /><br />I have certainly ignored posting to the blog many times, hence the sarcasm at the start of this. Truth is, I am not "married to it, and when things get busy or hectic in my life, then it is slips, and I'll be honest, sometimes I get lazy. Lately though I have picked up steam, and plan on continuing this momentum....hopefully I'll be having the 100th posting much quicker than 3 years time!<br /><br />And now, so this post isn't entirely about nothing, I'll leave you with a couple little nuggets:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmcE6VZlRhZYTKZZE7A1Fgu-B93BGTqPMXMgrVQZTECJ6FqDH2Vhy2ByLor92HFQxxbpJfNfguJ-oI-oQBrK_PU3d05144Cog8FaPU_X8rU4wwzE9EyvxD4RughmAQ6wDUrnGlw/s1600-h/mcnuggets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmcE6VZlRhZYTKZZE7A1Fgu-B93BGTqPMXMgrVQZTECJ6FqDH2Vhy2ByLor92HFQxxbpJfNfguJ-oI-oQBrK_PU3d05144Cog8FaPU_X8rU4wwzE9EyvxD4RughmAQ6wDUrnGlw/s400/mcnuggets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319075812381790754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-90309661236877560892009-03-29T15:17:00.002-05:002012-09-11T08:48:17.815-05:00#5. 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You ever get a phone call you won’t ever forget? A phone call where everything just sounds so, unreal, the words you hear are comprehended but your mind doesn’t make sense of anything. I woke up for my Econ class around 8:00. It was the 2<sup>nd</sup> week and things already seemed routine, another sunshiny day. Shortly after I awoke, as I was getting ready, I get a call from my dad. He lets me know that one of my classmate’s from high school was in a car accident on his way to work with his dad. My classmate, Clint, didn’t survive, his dad was in pretty serious condition. Now Clint, I considered a friend. We in no ways were best friends, but we shared both good times and rough times in the past, and we always liked to share a laugh at those times over a few brews.<br />
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I was obviously rattled by this news. I was 18 years old and had a feeling of invincibility about me at all times. I had experienced death, but not this young, this just wasn’t right. Obviously, not too much had been known at that point in time, so my dad could only answer so many questions. Things couldn’t get much worse on this day.<br />
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After we talked about Clint’s accident for about 5-10 minutes, my dad asked if I had the TV on. I did not as I had just woken up a little bit before and rarely turned the TV on in the morning anyways. He suggested I turn it on and never really explained. We got off the phone and I flipped the TV on. What the hell!<br />
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The images I just saw for the first time were the images that all Americans alive will always remember for the rest of their lives. By the time I turned on the TV, both of the World Trade Centers were engulfed in flames and it was known that two aircraft had flown into them in an obvious act of terror. We all know how the story goes, but my mind already in a haze over the news of Clint was just racing every which way.</div>
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The dorms were starting to stir now with people; most I don’t think realized what was happening yet. I call a few people who were out in the hallways to come in and watch this as I knew it was something of monumental importance. We were just watching these burning towers trying to make sense of what was happening, and it was obvious CNN was trying to make sense of things as well, desperate for information to report to the obviously stunned public. Then the news broke that The Pentagon had a large explosion, and that it was yet another commercial airliner. Jesus Christ, there is a full scale attack against us!</div>
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I still had class to get to. It was only the 2<sup>nd</sup> week of classes and I had not yet learned that class is quite optional, so I continue getting ready with an eye on the TV, and then a sight I was never expecting happened, one of the tower’s just completely collapsed! I paused for a few minutes in shock over what I just saw, but then I had to get going.</div>
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I don’t remember walking to class, as I am sure I had too much information to process. Thoughts over what was going to be hit next? When I return from class, is there going to be a <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Washington</st1:city> <st1:state st="on">D.C.</st1:state></st1:place> left? Are we going to be going into war? I do remember my class though. You can take a guess what we talked about the entire time. When the professor brought it up right away, not everyone had heard the news yet. We spent the entire time theorizing the who’s and the why’s. Being an economic class, we talked about how this could affect the economy. I was sort of upset that a) he didn’t let us go early b) there was no TV to watch the developing story unfold. When I got back to the dorm, the announcement was made that all classes were cancelled for the rest of the day. Little good that did me, I was done with mine.<br />
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When I did get back to the dorm, I made a few phone calls to some friends about Clint. I spoke with my friend Alicia, who was going to school in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Madison</st1:place></st1:city>, for a while about everything. She had not heard the news about Clint yet and was shocked to hear that on top of everything else that was happening. I sort of felt bad breaking that news to her, but hell, I needed someone to talk to and Alicia was always there for me in the past. The rest of the day was just spent watching TV with everyone. We were all in shock.</div>
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I fully believe that the events of that day helped to humble me as a person. Only being 18, I never completely lost that feeling of invincibility, but I did learn that you can’t take life for granted, and that you should live your life to the fullest. This is a philosophy that I certainly utilized throughout school and maintain still to this day.<o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-74095989415435582262009-03-28T12:31:00.003-05:002009-03-28T12:35:54.705-05:00The RebuttalIn response to my last blog, my friend Jonny has created a new blog with his words of rebuttal. I will agree that my statement about the 3rd world country was a little extreme, I had read sometime that a particular 3rd world country has more broadband access than the US does, I then spun that into something that flowed, haha, I am as bad as the politicians. Anyways, read, support....check back here then for my response<br /><br /><a href="http://thousandyearsofdarkness.blogspot.com/">http://thousandyearsofdarkness.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Later folks. Up next, chapter 2 of my college story!@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22758239.post-73818207077948980472009-03-26T11:24:00.004-05:002009-03-26T12:29:36.942-05:00Quick Political RantSeems like every day when I go to check the latest in news on the internet, I always see a new Republican agreeing that he/she wishing that our President will fail, what the hell? It started when the pill-popping hypocrite said it on air causing an immediate firestorm (damn liberal media, unfairly attacking poor defenseless Rush NotSlimbaugh). Now, the message has been transformed a little bit with major GOP heads agreeing with Rush. ---They have to agree, every time one of them said something bad against him, winning my personal praise, but they immediately backed down and said they were taken out of context....oh my god, they are F'ing scared of a radio talk show host!---Now the message is everyone is hoping President Obama's policies fail, a much more subtle approach at the Red/Blue differences in policy, and not a perceived attack at the President himself.<br /><br />While the message has been, toned down, I still wonder, why? How can you want him to fail? I would guess if you asked any member of Congress, would you want every American to have quality affordable health care...their answer is yes. Now, the difference of course is the money it takes to acheive this goal of universally affordable health care, that part I can get. I have no problem with the GOP and anyone else opposed to the spending that will ensue, but, if it passes.....wouldn't you want to be proven wrong? Wouldn't you want to say, wow, I'll be damned, I thought it would bankrupt us, it didn't, and every American has quality affordable health care and wow, it might just save us a ton of cash in the long run as the gov't doesn't need to deal with costs associated with sick individuals. ---This is all hypothetical people, don't jump on me.<br /><br />Wouldn't you want to say, I didn't believe in investing so much into the sciences, but I'll be damned, air quality is at an all time high, less kids are getting asthma, less money is needed in the long run once again. Or, I'll be damned, they cured Parkinson's disease, or MS.....or, wow, our kids are once again the cream of the crop in the world, making new inventions to help fuel brand new industries within the country.<br /><br />Once again, all hypothetical, and if you don't believe the gov't should front the money and they still do, wouldn't you hope it at least works?<br /><br />Let's jump back, 8 years....I was unhappy with the election of Bush over Gore, I couldn't vote, but was really not happy with what took place. However, at that point in time, I said, well, it is what it is, I wish him all the best to help this country. Even in 2003, I was up in the air on what should be done in Iraq, we obviously went through with the attack, I hoped for the best. I hoped we could topple the regime quickly, and that a peaceful nation would emerge. I think anyone who voted against the war, hoped for the best outcome and would've liked to be proven wrong.<br /><br />Also, I am sick of the assaults conservatives will launch if you say anything to go against their opinion. They will send you links, and stories, and videos to prove their point. They will say that you need to read more, say you should quit watching and paying attention to what the mainstream(liberal) media tell you, I've been told to quit watching The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. Well, you know what, I can find links, articles, videos, books to argue my points, but Conservatives will just dismiss them as not valid.....the only true opinion is their opinion. it is thoughts like this, that help keep me to the left of the spectrum ( I fully consider myself a moderate). I can't stand that people are too damn stubborn to accept others ideas. Also, I do not take my news from fake news shows, who admit they are fake, and if you must know, I get my news from reading different online sites (newspaper & TV sites) as well as the local news. I just want to tell them they need to quit watching Hannity or Coulter, or listening to Limbaugh. Those clowns will cut a segment every bit as much as Jon Stewart does, to make things better for the context they want to spin and then pass it off as real news. They slander, they whine when things don't go their way.....Glenn Beck cries that he just hates to see his country like this, because he loves it so damn much. if you love it so damn much, do something to fix it....right or wrong, that is at least what YOUR president is trying to do. And to be fair, MSNBC does the same damn thing, and it is annoying! You should also all know, I don't read or look at anything you ever send me.<br /><br />Remember the old addage, it takes money to make money. We are sitting with an infrastructure that was built in the early to mid 1900s.....our infrastructure has been compared to a 3rd world country.....our education system is not putting out performance, our health care system is a complicated, stupid mess of a system. People scoff at the money it would take to put broadband internet access available to every citizen. The internet is today's interstate system! No one seems to think that Eisenhower's insterstate system is a bad idea, at least not today. And at least he is trying to invest money in OUR COUNTRY, not other countries *cough*Iraq*cough*...let's not be so forgetfull Republicans.<br /><br />Do I think Obama is trying to do too much, too quick, yes, I really do. At least, in my eyes, he is actually trying to fix things, not putting a band-aid over a severed arm. I want him to succeed, if he doesn't, we can try to start anew in 4 years. Too many people seem to think, that because I voted for him, that he is 'my boy'. He is not 'My Boy', so sorry that you decided you had to stick with your idiot of a President Bush and called him 'yours', no one said you had to. If Obama does something wrong, I hope he is held accountable, I am not going to go dig up arguments on why things are actually good and correct. I do though, want him to succeed, I want our country to be the prosperous force it was once again, and it is going to be a long, long road...but the sooner we invest in our country, while expensive, the sooner we can start to see payout and the expenses become will be well worth it....hopefully.<br /><br />We have no idea how things will play out, we can all take our best guesses, but until the time comes and goes.....Please support our President!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am not going back to proofread this, and I probably might disagree with what I wrote today in a month's time, but as of today, this is how I feel...peace out homies and homiettes!</span>@diddy05http://www.blogger.com/profile/16955269747785311380noreply@blogger.com2