Friday Face

Well I had this fancy bit in mind to start this post but when I went to my blog a minute ago, I clicked on the Trombone Shorty link from last week. And now here I am, jamming to it on repeat, all bouncin around like an idiot in my chair with a bottle of Guinness and a stupid ass smile on my face. Yes, my hand is in the air whilst jamming. Yes, I do this alone on Friday nights and I'm really okay with it. Such is life.

This song is out of control. This kid nailed it. I had things to say and ideas to spout but they just cleared out of the street and made way for this massive music.


Mmmm it's the weekend. And I've got nothing to do. Guinness abounds and pizza is in the oven. I put in 12 hours today and now I know how to add printers by IP in XP, configure SIP voicemails, lock down USB ports and restrict drive access to any number of drives. Yeah.

I have nothing planned for the weekend. So that's incredibly great.

I created an FTP server and am working on a script to upload -- break


Sometimes, you look down and realize that the words you were just typing are in no way comparable to the steaming pizza resting in your lap. And you realize God has just smiled upon you.

Baby jesus. I shit you not... if you can imagine Trombone Shorty playing with the volume at 11... and a pizza in my lap... you will understand my happiness. Granted, there is some Guinness involved. But everyone is a little Irish on Fridays.

Last night, I watched "Owning Mahowny" with Philip Seymour Hoffman. He plays a financial advisor/account manager who perpetually steals from his clients to satisfy his gambling addiction. The emotion is conveyed in a cold, direct manner which made me plainly uncomfortable. But Hoff submits his standard measure of theatrical genius and allows the audience into the mind of a truly innocent, compulsive mentality.

Gamblers are always grasping reality one hand or one roll at a time while trying to convince themselves that a deck of cards or a pair of dice are divine entities capable of dictating their future. Sad is the man who does not believe his future well-being is in his own hands. Currently, my well-being lies in the thyme kindly included on this pizza. But I digress. Philip nailed it. And Minnie Driver was pretty good, too. She could have survived with a different haircut. Hi Mom. I know you're reading this. "Skype" does not contain a "c" and I don't have a girlfriend out here yet. It turns out I'm only attracted to women who have Gmail accounts.


Alright. I'm still hung up on the Hurricane Season. It's unreasonable.


Moving along, I've been reading the news. How about some New things? There's a stupid asshole in Florida and an equally stupid congregation in Topeka, KS who want to inflame a large portion of the human population because they're too fucking ignorant to... I'm surprised these people can even speak the English language with such an outstanding mental incapacity. My Orthodox Christian, Ethiopian coworker just heard about this Koran-burning business today and he wanted to know what I thought about it. We share a respect for cultural identity, Mesfin and I. And I told him, outright, this is a national embarrassment. I told him this country has made great strides to promote equality and cultural awareness. And if this spiritual inebriate was actually as offended as he would like us all to believe, he wouldn't have waited nine years to take [such stupid fucking] action. No one who chooses to publicly incinerate in bulk the holy text of more than a billion living human beings has any possible capacity to lead a congregation of any kind. Given the size of the Islamic following, this moron should be incarcerated just out of globalized DECENCY if nationalistic integrity exists at all. I told Mesfin I'd be surprised if this guy himself stays in good health through the coming days/weeks. And even if this guy is just being a social thorn and exercising his Constitutional rights to be a loud fucking American, he's just as stupid. Someone needs to shove a four-foot, bronze statue of an obese Buddha up this guy's ass so he can understand the pain he's birthing. Unbelievable. Keep it up and I'm headed to Europe, folks.

In other news, some drunken Swiss man was sitting in his castle pushing buttons at 2am European time last night. I thought it was an SNB intervention until I looked at it on the minute charts.

Google Instant came out. And I like it. But I like my search field at the bottom of the page, too. I hope they reinstate the footer search field. It just made sense. They still have not redeemed themselves for the gross mutilation of images.google.com.

Oh... I read a really great article by Stephen Hawking in the Wall Street Journal of all publications. One of these days, people will start to listen. This was also a comforting read.


Man... I'm all about the links tonight. More importantly, I just said I'm "all about" something. The sincerity is oozing. I'm done.

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