Despite hplar's twitching (he's a huge Stephen Patrick Morrissey fan you know), I'm listening to the 10,000 Maniacs version of this song as it's the only one I have and a nice, easy way to wake up. Didn't know I was a Moz fan didja?! I mean that is why I went and hung out in the town he grew up in last summer. Well not really, but I was there. :)

I'm convinced I could use a Canadian woman. Every actress that I look at and think "wow, not only is she cute as hell, she's smart and put together" ends up having a 70/30 chance at being Canadian.

But now it's time for singing out-loudly, spinning about, breakfast and tasks. :)

COTD: Evangeline Lilly (thanks ghostofzuul, I couldn't remember her name.)

Now, now, now, now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit
Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick
Flavor flav time ticks, just count the six
Eight figures splits used to shut em down at the ritz
Thinkin' of grits, kibbles 'n bits, now I'm in the mix
Flav be doin' just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin' jacks
Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids
Flipped your wig, on top of the world like 'pac and Big
Flavor flav still stay jig
Takin' a swing, knock you out like Shannon Briggs
Up on your block, money bustin out my socks
Yo I'm in it for life, I'm takin' a piece of the rock
Flavor Flav got a lot, so you know I can't stop
In ninety-eight, I'm livin' on large estates boy-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

And that's just the first verse. Act like you know. :D

Freshly showered and ready for the weekend.

My plans:
Sleep in (x2!)
Attempt my first homecooked meal in the new digs.
Get digital cable and DVR installed on Sunday before the superbowl.
Get holiday cards done (don't laugh).
Ship subwoofer to Klipsch for repair.
Prep ceilings in master and moldings everywhere for primer and/or paint.
Call several people.
Possibly take jaunt out to Jesterfest and shoot some rugby with the camera.
Watch superbowl and drink all the beer (Guinness and Stone IPA) in the fridge.

What are you up to?

"I sell popcorn and popcorn accessories." Bwahahaha.

So I just spent $75 at the debbil Target, and didn't really get anything that I'm going to notice. Trash bags, car washing stuff, a plastic bump thing (so I don't back into the garage wall), some flex ties, paper towels, and a dish brush.

It's amazing how money can just go on the small stuff. Granted I won't have to buy any of these things for at least 6 months, but still.

COTD: Natalie Portman.

Time for couch, I'm done with errands.

Date:	02 February 2005 - 20:14hrs
Discussion Topic:	bon soir la lune.
Security Condition:	Charlie - Unsecured
Mood:	tired

Clock z's.

Date:	01 February 2005 - 18:04hrs
Discussion Topic:	six nations.
Security Condition:	Charlie - Unsecured
Mood:	excited

Oh, hell yes.

So last night, in the middle of lounging on the couch, I thought about getting something from the garage. On a commercial break, I hustled out there and locked myself out. So I met the next door neighbors, who turned out to be nice peeps who filled me in on the neighborhood. And my sister proved to be a total doll, driving over to unlock my front door at nine thirty in the pm. After that, I caught the tail end of 24, and then crashed out.

Now, it's time for werk. Meh.

COTD: Penelope Cruz. Mostly because I had a dream last night with her in it.

I swear that by the time I get to LJ (since I can't post/read at work), y'all have packed up and moved camp.

COTD: Julia Stiles

Date:	31 January 2005 - 19:09hrs
Discussion Topic:	kalua pork anyone?
Security Condition:	Charlie - Unsecured
Mood:	hungry

As I was testing the range of the recently installed security lighting in the backyard, it came to me. I know what I'm going to use the "basketball court" concrete pad in the backyard for. Two words....

BBQ PIT!

:D

I can build something nice and big. Maybe build it on an old trailer (or not) and make it big enough for at least a whole pig. I'm tellin' you, between that and the tetherball action, summer will be fun. Yeah-uh!

Taurus: "The amount of love you receive back from others will show you how well you are doing. You are a magnet that attracts both money and love."

That's a load of hooey. How can that be a daily horoscope? And on a Monday no less. Monday has to be the least loved day of the seven. Monday is not about the love. It's not about the O, it's not about the books, or the gold. It's about the work. And I don't want love (or work) on a daily basis. Weekly is fine. ;) Seriously though, I don't need people giving me love all the time. Give me geniune, understanding, down home, to the core, honest love and I'd be happy. Give me love when I really need it, and when I'm not expecting it. That's love. Or rather, that's when I want love. That's the best love.

But enough about love. I'm hungry. I'm getting a taco.

4 tacos later…

And I'm wondering where people get their sense of entitlement these days. I've actually been wondering this for quite sometime now. I've been lucky with what I've been given and have never tried to assume that it was mine for the getting, that I deserved it, or that other people were all as fortunate as I have been. Realizing this, I ask for things, but it doesn't mean I'll get them. And I don't even do that that often. Case in point, my birthday. I haven't had a "real" birthday in at least a decade, but I don't expect one, but I haven't asked for one either.

Along those same lines, I was talking to a woman (whom I posilutely adore, admire and crush on) this weekend and she mentioned a situation where a couple received a rather large (middle four digits) sum of money as a gift. Their response? They balked and wondered (out loud no less) where the rest was. Now, based on the caliber of my friends list, I'm guessing that you would have had handled this differently. Me? a) I'm old school. b) I try to never look a gift horse in the mouth (my example: a guy I know getting a free cheeseburger and asking where the fries are). c) I don't try to embarrass people in such a manner. d) my parents would have (verbally) beaten me for such a lapse in respect. So I probably would have gone so far to take the gift back. See a). Not that at this point in their life would have this changed their outlook in life, but it would be the principle of the thing. And maybe just maybe someone else would realize just how ungrateful these people are.

So I guess I've been doing a bunch of thinking about my outlook on life, how that affects my thinking, how I look at other people, and how people look at me. I tend to think that people either love me or hate me. I have to propensity to come off as a loud, obnoxious brigand sometimes, but it's the underlying personality, maxims and properties that get overlooked.

And I realize that happens, but I would never have the abject lack of tact to treat someone in such a fashion, no matter what I think of them.

And I can be a real dick sometimes. ;)