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3.26.2004
 just thought you should know. MacG @ 15:21
Robert Louis Stevenson 1850-1895, Scottish Essayist, Poet, Novelist MacG @ 15:13
it appears that the Bucs are actually gonna have an offense this year. an improved O-line (1200 lbs+), a fancy shmancy new wide receiver, a veteran running back, and one more quarterback then we need (Greise). unfortunately, our beloved Sapp and John Lynch will not be returning. making me wonder if the fabled Buccaneers D is gone. i believe they need to concentrate the draft on finding a great safety (in the early rounds, it will be cheaper) then broadening out to get a good nose tackle, another CB, and then bring in a WR or TE. i just realized that if you are reading this blog, are not completely bored, and are a football fan, you are most likely a raider's (i won't capitalize it) fan. curses. curses to you and you spiked shoulder pads, gay facepaint, and geriatric players. just kidding, i love the raiders. it was the easiest superbowl... ever. (to be said in the voice of the comic book store owner from the simpsons) MacG @ 14:41
MacG @ 14:38
that or you thought my oldest friend was JFK (granted he is old, but i was referring to how old my friendship was, not the person) also, alot of you got away with aliases. granted... others tried, but i saw through your thin charade. MacG @ 14:15
MacG @ 12:52
i am going on a camping trip for my birthday, i will be renting hopefully 2 adjacent lots, for an entire weekend of fun. you are all more than welcome to come. i am not going to tell you where. good luck... see you then! (if you read my last post you should be able to discern exactly WHEN my birthday is, with that info, and info from my previous posts you could possibly check the birth registry in my hometown hospital, which may require some research on your part, then you may be able to accurately predict my personality type -goodluck- and take an educated guess as to WHERE i may be planning this tremendous party, and maybe you will get to meet me -ifyouarelucky,sinceiwillhavemanygueststoattendto- or you could just ignore this entirely too wordy parenthetical, and wait until next year when im not such an elitist.) MacG @ 12:42
MacG @ 12:38
i just remembered, i may be redoing my webpage again sometime in the near future. practicing my photoshop skills, etc. this current template is a little too loud, im looking to go subtle next time. if you have any ideas, comment (sure), or email me (yeah right, noone is going to email me, i have only gotten one hate mail out of this site, and that belonged to a deranged german cussing about the grocery strike... or at least i think that is what they were babbling about) MacG @ 12:26
im not half as dumb as you look MacG @ 12:22
Places I will be this weekend: (at some point or another) Venice Beach either The Getty or The LACMA Boardner's: Freethinking (Friday night) LAX (tonight around 10, act fast!) KingKing on Hollywood Blvd Howard's Famous Bacon Avocado Burgers Zuma Some random girl's house Gilmore House Burger King (Home of the Whopper) if any of these sound good... call me or text me or write me or meet me MacG @ 11:57
3.23.2004
MacG @ 23:00
His newest cartoon, "Gerbil in a Lightsocket" is very entertaining. The best one I have seen in a long time. Have fun kids, its a big site to explore during your day at work, home, vacation, in transit, etc. My Recommendations: Lump, Iowa Surf, Micro Gerbil 2001. I especially recommend the "Shoot the Singer Game". see if you can beat my high score. MacG @ 23:00
3.21.2004
The Good News: my rent went down. at least i'm leaving soon. MacG @ 16:59
3.17.2004
MacG @ 14:34
dream #1 last night i was abducted by some strange man that i didnt recognize. this is strange because dreams are comprised of images from your waking life, but i have definately never met this person before. as we were driving, and apparently visiting video rental shops (a detail i JUST remembered) we talked. about nothing. of course, maybe we had a great conversation about existentialism, politics, or the current ramifications of hollywood directors melting the arctic ice caps. i don't know, i don't remember, i don't care. but we talked. somehow we ended up on a freeway passing over a golf course. at this point, i grabbed the wheel and we plummeted off the overpass, into the golf course. noone seemed to notice, or care. they kept right on putting away. apparently we had landed near the practice putting green. we got out of the car and took a gander at our surroundings. it seems that we had stumbled into some sort of pro-am celebrity golfing tournament. as i stood there by the car i noticed david hasselhoff and dustin hoffman conversing. then i looked up and saw him. JACK. NICHOLSON. one of the greatest actors of the 20th and 21st centuries. jack looked at me, commented something incredibly funny about dusty and davey, and continued to practice his short game. i kept my cool, went to grab a putter out of the trunk of our up-ended car, when my abducter intercepted me. he saw this as an opportunity to network, so i was forced to sit on the grass and simply watch. then i woke up to the song "window" by guster, and proceeded to get ready. any amateur dream interpreters? tell me what it means. and if you come back with any homo-erotic themes, i will hunt you in your dreams like mr. razor hands Krueger. cuz we both know he is real. MacG @ 10:56
3.15.2004
day 1 i left work early on friday, to hopefully bypass some of the traffic in between home and our destination. unfortunately, this did not work. we still mulled our way to the thick of the traffic, leaving LA about 4 o'clock. this insured that for the next 2 1/2 hours, we didn't move any faster than 20mph. except for the wendy's parking lot, where we made it to 30mph. by the time we reached Las Vegas, it was 10pm, time for drinkinggamblingflirting. i am going to take this time to explain the hotel that we stayed at. The Rio. there. consider it explained. i watched some people lose some money, i watched others win. unfortunately, my career as a professional gambler fizzled away. i realized that i would be better as a casino "cooler". you know, the guy who takes away your winning streak. greg can attest to this. when the rest of our party showed up (bringing the count to 11) we headed to the room for some quasi-prepartying. then headed back down to the casino floor, where the womenses were in full force. we drank, we went to the strip, we drank, we took a taxi, we drank, then we lost more money. we crashed. day 2 woke up somewhere around 1pm, and met my friends for some food, and hockey. wings won. then gambling. go figure. one of the things i realized is that you can't gamble without money. i will remedy that next time i go. more people won this day than the last. we decided to get some food sometime around 6pm so we headed where every true tourist goes who has a hankering for some true Las Vegas food. The OUTBACK Steakhouse. Normally, i wouldn't capitalize this restaurants name, but since we had a spectacular meal, i will let it slide. after our bellies were full of hops barley, and some random aussie food, we were prepared to party for the evening. the entire process of getting ready didn't take very long. only about 2 1/2 hours. jeez. when we finally made it to the floor again, we were ready to catch our limo to the strip and get ourselves into the club. rock. the luxor is my favorite casino that i visited. nice women, interesting architecture, just enough class to off-balance the flash, etc. the club was seething with women and alcohol, a good mixture. we partied until late. well, we partied until chen broke his ankle ollying (sp?) over a railing. in case you are wondering, chen is not super man. he couldn't leap over a railing in a single bound; much less, the Bellagio. so we went and got some food, played with his wheelchair (thanks devin) and crashed early (most of us). day 3 woke up, cleaned the peanut shells off the floor, packed, and left for a buffet. for some reason, the word "terribles" seemed to us to be a good place to get food. maybe the $9 buffet was more to our liking, but it worked. lets just say, i wasn't hungry after we left. hit the road, made a couple pit stops. even one at a very classy place called "jeremy's". they had dust, an old smoking man, and some prime real-estate behind the shed. we left. any questions? MacG @ 13:06
3.12.2004
a couple of my friends are celebrating their birthdays, so they sprang for a suite. they also sprang for other stuff, but donations are appreciated. keep your fingers crossed for me, my loyal (kinda) readers. i want to come home with some winnings in my pocket. you will be lucky if i come home at all. if any of you are interested in what is happening in my extreme life this weekend, feel free to call, email, etc. i will call, reply, etc ASAP. just ask my mom. but really, if you would like to call me while i piss my money away, feel free. i will describe, in detail, my surroundings, the sounds, the lights, you may even get to talk to one of my incredibly good looking, but private, friends. hear that vegas? im coming for YOU. MacG @ 09:37
slowly an object fluttered in his peripheral vision. dancing down through the air, gingerly landing before him, wanting to be seen. The feather plummeted on the path set forth before it. Tested by wind and breath, gravity created its destination. there were no visible marks. solid, and white. the boy traced its path back up before him, searching, breathing. there, above him a tree close by, on a branch, it stood. the bird fluttered and situated. crossing wings, turning its head, the eyes seemed to dance across its field of vision. there a tree, here a bug, grass below, falling leaves, it saw and recognized everything. quick eyes, quick mind. as the boy lay there watching, the bird took notice, and there it was. their eyes met... the unmistakeable connection occurred. beneath their breath, their blood pumping, idle thought. the boy knew, the bird SAW him. the feeling you get when eyes meet, not randomly, or shyly, but with recognition. the two beings stared at each other, feeling something... not unlike the feeling one gets when they meet an attraction. when impossible angles meet, and eyes show incredible focus right in the middle. there sometimes can be no comparison, or explanation; but it is undeniable, nonetheless. the entire exchange lasted for only a second, maybe two. until the next distraction appeared. for the bird, another leaf. for the boy, a skyward jet. it was there, though. somehow forgotten, or released. but it was there, whether they knew it or not. or believed. MacG @ 00:20
3.11.2004
Corinthians I Chapter 13 Verse 11 MacG @ 20:19
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