Mardi Gras!!

Ahhh, so another weekend has come and gone. I was in St. Louis for Mardi Gras...well, actually in Soulard district, and my friends and I had a blast. The boobs that were flashed in MY line of sight...not so great. The beer? Free flowing and intoxicating. Gotta love that. By the end of the day I was stumble footing my way back to the car (No, we actually had a DD with us). I even partook in a little bush diving into a hedgerow. Ahhhh...so fun.

So I'm back, I'm swamped with work at the day job, and I need to do laundry like none other.

How was everyone else's weekend?

Oh Captain My Captain...FUCK!

Yeah, so..it's official. One secret is out in open air as of today. My senior designer has officially announced his resignation. To help you get a grasp of what this little bit of news means, allow me to explain. He's the buffer between myself and the marketing squad. Most of the bullshit gets filtered out before it hits my desk, because of him. Most of the fucked up, extremely unreasonable deadlines that they try to set upon me? He essentially tells them to shove a hot poker up their watoozy and move that date back by a week. Explaining the inner workings of corporate culture? He may be 26, but that guy's wise beyond his years. I have the utmost respect for him, and I think he's an exceptional person. I hated to hear the news...and I hate the thought of the new...heh..new..job without the guy.

So who takes over? Doubtfully me. Too green in this place. The two most likely peeps are good people, and I have no doubt that they would be fine in their own style, but it's going to be different. No point in complaining about things out of my hands, but it's a bit saddening to hear that this guy's bolting for greener pastures.

Me? I'm doin. My Honda's rear left speaker is blown out, apparently. Thank you, Design Girl, for pointing out yet another flaw in my life. Really. Thanks. Sheeeesh...

I went on a beer run to a pretty good liquor store this evening, hoping that they would have some Fat Tire in stock (have you heard? It's on draft in the city now! Three people called me this weekend to tell me. I'm a fan.), however, I found out that they won't be distributing it to this burb for another month or two.

**tourettes**

FUCK! SHIT! BASTARD COCKSUCKER!!!

**/tourettes**

So I'm drinking shite ass Harp. Gahh

I think I need to get into the gym tomorrow. I have this wierd, compelling urge to beat the shit out of something. Have I mentioned how BADLY I miss playing hockey?

Cube moves tomorrow in the office. Jeans day to commemorate the fact. Design Girl hasn't even BEGUN to pack her shit (hehe...), but I'm migrated like a flock of seagulls yo.

Side Note: Today marks the second time in a month that somebody has told me I should try out for Second City. I need to lay off of the sugar.

I've also been told twice in the past year that I should consider becoming a COP.

Funny guy with a gun. Not a good combo, ya know?

That's all for now. Go fuck yerself.

Deep dark

Ah yes. So I seem to find myself in a "dilemna" with my friends, with work, with a lot of different areas of my life lately. I've become the keeper of the secrets. I listen. People like to tell me their most trusted information...stuff that they were entrusted to know, but sworn to secrecy, and then run to me to divulge it...to unload the weight of this burden that they couldn't have expected to weigh so much upon their sealed lips.

I know a lot of shit people. I'm not going to repeat it on here, or to anyone in person...but holy hell. When did I become the trusted one? When did I become a figure of restraint? I hate secrets. I will probably tell you to your face that you annoy the hell out of me (or my body language should give you the same effect), rather than keep it to myself. There was a kid on our hockey team in high school that was picked on mercilessly by the vets on the team. They chose him most of the time because he took it. I'll never forget once when they were breaking poor Benjy's shit all over the locker room, when the goalie exclaimed, "God DAMN, Benjy! You take more shit than a septic tank". It's true. He held it all in. I think he's pretty much a burnout nowadays, and has two kids. Will being the silent partner on all of this information drive me crazy? er?

I hate knowing certain details about people that will, eventually, be made public...especially when I know that said folks didn't entrust me with this secret in the first place. I find out indirectly.

Man...that's their prerogative, I know...

And if you happen to read this and you think that I'm referring to you...don't. This is a LOT of people. This is including myself. This is just the way it is. I have a big mouth...LOUD...but certain things will never escape from my lips. You can still trust me.

Go ahead. Tell me what's on your mind. I've got some space left in the tank.

A little frame of reference on that last posting-

Sorry Natty-I couldnt dig up a pic of Merfe that was in the right angle. You know I love you :D

**even if you are a heathen**

Natty? Reijer?

Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk

Bad Roads! Bad Roads!

So my parents called me this morning before I left to get on the road for Springfield-according to my mom, it's a frigging blizzard down there, so I will be passing on my visit (again) this weekend. Sorry everyone. I haven't forgotten how the other half lives. Mother Nature just seems to have a stick up her ass for me.

I guess I'll be taking the newfound free time to get some new comics done. Although I haven't been especially diligent about drawing lately, I have had so many surreal corporate-office experiences, that I would be hard pressed NOT to put some of the funny down on paper. I am really enjoying my job up here-the work is completely within my capacity, the people I work with are characters in and of themselves (that's a GOOD thing), and I've only "had" to stay late once or twice. Both times, my sr. designer has been so appreciative that he has allowed me to take off that much earlier the next day.

"You're a good man, Charlie Brown"

The wireless adapter for my mac arrived the other day, but I'm still having issues getting the configurations set up to make it work. If anyone's seen Zoolander, then you might recall how they were trying to get the info out of the imac...and they failed miserably. That's how I feel at this point. Monkeys have better luck trying to screw a football.

Girls, Girls, Girls

Dating...or rather, meeting girls up here has become a pitfall in and of itself. I think I might start looking into becoming a monk. Internet dating? HAH. I think I might post a pic of Erik Estrada or David Hasselhoff on ineedadateterriblybad.com, and sit back to see how many sex-starved kittens reply.

***update:none so far***

Kyle-hope all is healing well, buddy.
Shoo-It's called a milkshake, not a yogurt-shake. Look it up. It's a scientific fact.
Natty-You have a kid? Does he resemble a preacher we both know? Heathen.
GTG-It's all fun and games now, but remember what happened to the other teachers that sleep with their pupils. All I'm saying.
Stace-Stop inundating my email with your...oh wait-you've dropped off the face of the planet. nevermind ;)

Soooo...that's all I got for now. Peace to the izzo, or whatever the kids are saying nowadays in da crib.

Shoo's a dork.

Seriously...WHO secretly videotapes people and then makes videos from the footage?

Aside from Jackass, Candid Camera, and that Baldwin brother from Flatliners?

OK, people-here's your chance to get yer groove on, and watch yours truly attempting the double hug last weekend. (OK, no double hug, but it was broken out in jest).

Oh, and you need to crank the speakers to the music! Nice selection, shooey.

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