Draw your own conclusions from this picture, but this is the explanation I got from the subject when questioned about it, "Dude, you're forgetting the fatal fucking point- Girls dig me."



Again, draw your own conclusions...

Some rapid fire updates for you... and my first meta-bloging experience.


http://www.ranyontheroyals.com/2008/02/welcome.html - Yeah, so what if it's a blog about the Kansas City Royals, it's Spring Training and my mind is on baseball... It's also a million times better written and about as much more interesting than any of that Red Sox drivel that's out there on the Web.


Speaking of baseball... this has got to be this week's sign of the apocalypse: http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=3262747


More to come momentarily...

The question of the day is this:

Why does every partner I have at work have monkey antics in their arsenal of things they use to try to impress the ladies? To wit:

- As some of you may or may not know I was an employee of the Massachusetts Department of Conservation and Recreation for three summers while in undergrad. One of my esteemed co-workers, Jerry, was world famous for his JMcC Simeon Hour routine on the dock. Walking up and down the dock basically acting like an orangutan. If you know him, ask to see it, I'm sure he's willing to share. Literally kept me in stitches for two whole summers.

- My current partner, BG (name concealed to protect the foolish... or maybe just job prospects), gave us quite a lesson today on how to impress the ladies by acting like a monkey, noises and all. Granted, pretty ladies were involved in this situation here, but really? Monkey is the only card you have to play in this situation? Bad form.

I'm thinking that it must be me who makes my friends this crazy. I mean, does anyone else have this problem?

Didn't think so.

Today (Tuesday) was indeed monumental my friends. From this day forth, February 19, 2008 will be known as Mangasm 2008, the ultimate in male oriented luxury and excess. Seriously folks, I'm considering making this an annual thing. Please, let me explain this day to you:


10:45- Wake Up. Sleeping in is essential for this day to be a success.

12:15- Arrive in Center City, visit CC's nicest cigar store for some browsing, even bought an early birthday gift for dad, and something for me. Not my normal place, but you have to understand that the simple smell of a place like that is intoxicating... Moving on.

12:45- Arrive at the Art of Shaving (don’t mind giving these guys some free pub) for my V-Day present from C: A professional hot shave. Granted, this may sound a little off to some, I guarantee you that if you experience this, you will not doubt it’s gloriousness. The über-metro barber (replete with pinstriped vest and scally cap) proceeds to give me a hot towel treatment, nice hot shave, cold towel treatment and an amazing lavender-sandalwood after-shave. Laugh, call me what you will, but try it and you’ll understand.

1:30- Sit down for a steak lunch downtown. 9-ounce sirloin, medium, with mashed potatoes and broccoli. Delightful.

3:00- Arrive back in the apartment, relax, head out to my local cigar place to hang out with some buddies and have a smoke or two. Find out later that there’s a good chance that I’ll be heading to Honduras in the fall to tour the Rocky Patel cigar factory/plantation and spend a weekend relaxing in Central America with C and some cigar store buddies. Pretty sweet deal. Details to follow when they get figured out.


Dispute it if you must, but that’s a pretty freaking sweet day, if I do say so myself. Already planning Mangasm 2009… Let me know if you want in, seating will be limited.

Working on the work story... its kind of long, so cut me some slack.  In the meantime, enjoy this painting by Kazimir Malevich, the first Russian Suprematist, but you probably know him as a geometric abstract painter.  Anyhow, this one is called "Red Cavalry at Full Gallop" and it happens to be my favorite painting.  Enjoy:

In reponse to a challenge, may I present to you some pictures of my favorite people:


Favorite President:















Favorite Future President:

















Favorite Hockey Players (ever):


















Favorite Former Buffalo Sabre (OH SNAP!):


















Anything you can do, I can do better.

So after two weeks of feeling like crap, I finally go to the doctor's office. First time on my own insurance, never had to handle this crap before, tend to be generally healthy, but anyhow... Doc looks at me and we have the following exchange:

Doc: How long have you had that cough?
Me: I don't know, maybe 10, 12 days...
Doc (cutting me off, looking at me like I'm a two year old who just shat his pants): 12 days? Take these pills till they're gone and take this Robitussin (sp?) with codine before bed. Oh, and don't drive after you take it.

So I've been fairly melting into the couch in a stupor all night... and that's my excuse for not posting at all lately... Sickness will do that to you... I promise to share an amazing story from work at some point this week... Don't worry, I'm back.

So last night I was waiting for C to come home from work, just flipping channels when I came across the AKC dog show. Not normally my cup of tea, however, Dixie (the dog) seemed more than intrigued, hopping up to go sniff the tv, then sitting right in front of it like she was afraid if she was to blink, the show would go away. So what did I do? I left the damn thing on... for THREE HOURS.  I watched a tv show because MY DOG liked it... I hate my life...

So after nearly two years of living in Philly, I've realized how insane my life really is.  Not necessarily in a funny or tragic way, just... well... odd.  Being a second year grad student at a Big 5 school and a city employee does definitely have its share of stories, some of which I'll try to share with you here.  An effort will be made not to be too self indulgent or obnoxious, but no promises can be made (it is a blog for God's sake). Consider yourself warned.  So stay tuned for (hopefully) good times and high comedy; I'll be as on top of posting as much as possible. So until next time...