Update

Well still looking for banking jobs. I think I'll probably check into doing some math tutoring at LCC. It's for pay as much as it is to appease mom and dad who would like to see me use my degree more.

My roommates will be moving out in a couple of days so I'll have the place to myself for a month. No more dogs. Yea!! Yes Chris I'll pick up the stuff.

Right now there's an empty tub of peanut butter next to me. It's about 4 pound worth. I eat about 2 pounds of peanut butter a month. (Jif creamy low fat)

Lately I've taken to hanging out with a few college co-eds. They're a fun respite from the norm, though drinking at McCarthy's gets a little old. I will add that cosmic bowling with 3 attractive females in tight clothes... is a good evening. (Mental note... convice them that the 4 of us need to join bowling league) Last week the coeds and I went to a comedy club. Here's the lesson learned, if you haven't heard of a comedian but assume they're good because they've been on Bob and Tom.... you might be wrong... 30 minutes about wife and marriage jokes aren't funny after 3 years of living the joke. That and he made a comment about people with peanut allergies should just be shot because he couldn't have nuts on a plane. My mom has a peanut allergy. This goes to show that I probably can't take a joke.... Though it seems less of a joke and more the desparate complaint of a comedian dying on stage.

I told you that last story to say this one.

When getting ready for the evening of coeds and comedy I had a lot on my mind. Just as I was about to head out the door, I adjusted my pants a little only to realize my fly was open.
"If Abby sees me with my fly down I'll never hear the end of it" I thought. So I reach down to zip up, only to realize that I'd been peeing in the toilet the whole time.

And so I told them my story once we got to the club. I got snorts of laughter.

Batman Begins

Ok I'm writing this and there will me some minor spoilers here. So if you want to go into the theater like I did with minimal prior knowledge stop reading right now. Go on. Stop reading. Why are you still reading this there is nothing important left in this paragraph.

Now Batman Begins was an impressive movie. I liked it a lot better than Batman, and I thought Batman was good. One thing that may hurt the movie is that in its trailers it shows the scarecrow as the main villian. Honestly I think the scarecrow has always been a little hoaky, he a weenie with parlor tricks. The equivalent of Mysterio of the Marvel universe. For those who know a little about Batman this might be off putting. The redemption of the movie is that Scarecrow is a red herring. You'll know who the real villian is before you even see Scarecrow, at least if you're farmilar with the Batman universe.

Christian Bale does and excellent job playing Bruce Wayne, and I enjoyed the aspect of seeing him define the image. He does change his voice as Batman but it just doesn't sound right, it sounds too gravely and gritty. The voice sounds forced.

The action was good, though the close combat shots were just a series of snippets of a punch cut, kick cut, throw cut ect. I guess it's the new way of showing action, to me it just looks like poor choreography. Showing an entire sequence would be much better, but when you have bad guys dressed in black, your hero dressed in black fighting on dark streets at night for some reason it's kind of hard to follow what's happening when you're only showing 30 one second clips of action. Be hard on your actors, take a cue from the matrix. Make them bruised battered and work for that 5-10 million dollars you're going to pay them.

Honestly I loved the movie, and will probably get the DVD, but if I praised it all then I'd give away too many spoilers. Watch the movie. The previews don't do it justice, but if they did they'd give too much away and spoil some of the fun.

working out

As we all know eating right is a mandatory part of weight gain. So I'm including a table of types of food and the protien in them. This table comes from harvard research.

Now I'll now what to eat

I learned something else while posting this message. I know absolutley nothing about editing html.

Disappointment

I've got some news on new jobs. 2 good leads on investment jobs. I'm happy that things are looking up for me financially. Call up dad to tell him the news, and he's glad for me and asks me about the positions.

After describing them, he asks me something else, but it's kind of mumbled, he aplogizes for eating cereal. I continue on with my plans for fixing up properties. He responds by telling me about how my grandfather was such a tight wad that he drove 50 miles to collect $45 from an old buisness partner. Ended it by stating we'll probably never see each other again... unless you still owe me some money.

Then dad told me I might be able to pick some stuff up from my brother in law who' a carpenter. Again he slurs something else... and tells me how great it would be if we went into buisness together. After a few more minutes of talking with him my suspicions were confirmed dad had taken his perscription sleeping meds. He was becoming more incoherent, not really tired but just well inhibriated. By tomorrow morning he won't even remember that I talked with him. My father is addicted to perscription meds, and uses hypochondria as a crutch for it. Personal reason #2 of 3 that I hate drugs.

Sunday Morning

It all started about 17 years ago at Grandma's house on a Sunday morning. I walked down stairs and Grandma was in the kitchen watching CBS's Sunday Morning program while eating her cereal. Something drew me in about the way all the stories were crafted like a grandparent telling their grandchildren what life was like in the 40's. The news was never really depressing, like what you see on CNN.

When Pope John Paul II died they played a piece with Charles Osgood touring the Papal Palace, talking about the small nation of employees that work there. They showed the Pope-mobile, a vintage car about 50 years old. It ended with Charles Osgood trying to charm the pope into givein a rare interview. In the end the Pope John-Paul charmed the reporter, thanked him for visiting and left to do his papal duties.

The show has become the center of tv culture for me. A real gem among the all the other junk that producers put on tv to pander to us. As I write this I havc realized that I am now watching Hollowmen on Comedy Central. Now my sense enlightenment has wained in the glow of a bunch of breast and fart jokes.

chili

One of my favorite foods to make is chili. I say this because I just made a batch today. I'm not sure how many bowls I've had of it so far, probably about 4. Some how my stomach seems to know. Right now it feels like a balloon, in a gas-ex commercial. My weakness in the chili is spice. I have to have it a little spicy, not enough to leave your tounge a smoldering piece of char, but maybe your forehead will sweat a little.

This chili may not be the best in the world, but most people have seconds and no one has ever said it sucked. Except for a couple of pansies with weak stomachs who couldn't even handle a specially made bland batch of my chili. A pox on them for even complaining. Guess if you make chili for 150 people someone will have to complain.

Well that's all I've really got... I think my first bowl is finally catching up with me.

An update to a blind date

Ok so the date seems to go well. As you're walking away she asks to do it again. Sure next Monday... Call back a couple of days later for the date to thank her and say you had a good time. She says I'll see you for coffee on Monday. Sunday you call to confirm a time, and get voicemail. Monday comes and passes no call.

That's where I get aggrivated. If you're going to stand me up and you're not interested don't start by asking me out again. That's just rude. Could someone tell me why people do this?