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:: Monday, July 28, 2003 :: I was at the grocery store recently buying some stuff for a potluck dinner. I get to the checkout line and there's this semi-attractive girl in front of me. As I get in line she gives me a quick look, then looks in my cart, and then says to me "you're single aren't you?" Somewhat surprised since strangers (women) don't typically talk to me, I simply nod and reply "what is it, do I shop like a typical single guy?":: Sunday, July 27, 2003 :: Speaking of wine and steak, I just got home from a very nice dinner at Fleming’s Steakhouse. A good buddy of mine was in a very celebratory mood since in the last two weeks, he got a new job and was instrumental in landing a lucrative client for his new employers. I hadn't seen the guy in a few weeks so I figured some place like Friday's, Zazou or something but he suggested Fleming's and I was game since neither of us had been there and I hadn’t had a good steak in a while.:: Friday, July 25, 2003 :: I had a rather interesting culinary experience last weekend. I was dining with some new friends who are apparently wine connoisseurs. The host had a very well stocked wine fridge and one of the guests brought a couple of bottles as well, so it seemed there was something for everyone. So naturally when I arrived and was asked what I'd like to drink, I say "beer." I had a Grolsh Amber Ale, which was a nice, refreshing beer after what was a fairly hot and muggy day. He also cooked up meatballs, gourmet sausages, veggies, bread, and salsa. Once my beer was finished I grabbed a wine glass to see for myself what the big deal was.:: Monday, July 21, 2003 :: As if I'm not enough of a (closet) nerd/geek type already, being a fan of sci-fi, Lord of the Rings, cult movies, etc (though I haven't quite sunk to being into things like role-playing games or anime... Robotech does NOT count, dammit). I just spent the last 20 minutes looking and past Word of the Days on dictionary.com. And I enjoyed it, a little too much. Not only that I knew more than half the words. You wouldn't think so but I find myself at odds with this. So any of you knuckle-dragging, slack-jawed mouth-breathers who were bullies in high school should feel free to drag me out to the parking lot and pummel my body until it becomes lifeless to the point where you see my very soul rise out of my mangled corpse. After which you can grab that soul by the scruff of its neck and treat it to a series of open-handed slaps. No wait, I might enjoy that.:: Friday, July 18, 2003 :: Piggybacking off that last post, one blues guitarist I especially like is Stevie Ray Vaughn. It amazes me how much raw feeling this guy can express with six strings and a plank of wood.:: Thursday, July 17, 2003 :: I've been listening to a lot of blues lately. Guitar blues and blues-based rock music is something I always enjoyed listening to but I just seem to be really fixated on it lately. Not that I have the blues or anything (no more than you’re typical tormented artist type) but it's just one of those musical phases I go through from time to time. My last phase involved judicious amounts of heavy metal music (Metallica, Van Halen, Soulfly, etc) and before that, guitar virtuosos (Steve Vai, Joe Satriani, Eric Johnson). A few years ago, I had love affair with female singer/songwriters (Sarah Mclachlan, Jewel, Sheryl Crow, Susan Tedeuschi). By the way, my U2 phase is something that’s probably going to be lifelong.:: Sunday, July 13, 2003 :: There are a few blogs I read from time to time and I was just thinking about how those are different this site. There's one I visit just for the photos. Another has photos, reviews, humor as well as blogs. One of my favorites isn't particularly feature-rich but the blogger offers a fairly comprehensive look into their life. It sometimes goes far beyond a typical "what I did last weekend" post and deep into their thoughts and feelings and on occasion, can get unusually existential. Unusual in the sense that it seems like a lot of very personal and private stuff to be sending out on the Internet for anyone to read. At least it seems that way relative to what I feel comfortable sharing on my own blog, and I know I don’t have the temerity to share something that personal. If that’s one thing other blogs seems to have in common, is that the authors do, on occasion, open up considerably more than I do.:: Wednesday, July 09, 2003 :: I have only eight people on my Friendster list and yet, somehow my network grew to over 65,000 people. Weird.:: Tuesday, July 08, 2003 :: A friend recently asked me a question regarding the slogan for GMC trucks. He asked, rather scarcastically being a Ford guy, "If GMC trucks are supposed to be 'Professional Grade' trucks then what does that say about Chevys?" I replied "they're essentially the same trucks as the GMCs. Chevy just want to maintain its amatuer status so it can compete in the Olympics.":: Thursday, July 03, 2003 :: I think I need to figure out some way to get my point/story across when I blog without letting the length of the post grow to such epic proportions. What do you guys think? I mean, I reread some of my stuff and it even tires out. I know I have a tendency to ramble a bit when I talk and my "style" of writing is similar to the way I talk but you'd think the magic of proofreading would help me cut out some stuff.:: Tuesday, July 01, 2003 :: At the moment, I'm laughing at the rather scattershot nature of my last post. I was rereading it checking for typos and I couldn't help be amused at how it's barely coherent. Almost as erratic as "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" though not nearly as entertaining. I saw quite a few movies last weekend. Friday night, I saw “Finding Nemo,” which despite being a kid’s film, was quite entertaining for grown ups as well. Chalk it up to the very clever writing. (Mine? Mine? MINE?!? I’ll never look at seagulls the same way.) All the voice acting done was very good, with Ellen DeGeneres’ turn as an amnesiac fish named Dory being quite funny.
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