Everyone Else Was Doing It

12:32pm: Well, suddenly my livejournal is total crap now that none of the images work. I'm going to fix that soon, I swear.

In other news, I've been watching way too much Twin Peaks. I had a dream last night that I got in a huge fucking fight with Donna Hayward (Lara Flynn Boyle) about Laura Palmer's secret diary. Somehow I got her diary in my possession, and it just started causing all sorts of problems. Donna and I discussed the pros and cons of sharing it with the law. I thought that we should, she wanted it to remain a secret. I ended up losing my temper and throwing the diary into a fire. It was pretty intense and weird. I'm totally at the point where I just want to finsih Twin Peaks so that I can stop thinking about it for good.

10:54pm:

They didn't even know about my marginal photoshop skills.

( Several more NYC pictures inside )

10:23pm: Geocaching is the hottest new sport. People post coordinates and clues to boxes hidden around town and then suckers like us use a GPS to try to track them down. Browner, Pomtown, and I spent most of the day Sunday tracking these things all over Northampton, and it was some of the most fun that I've had in a very long time. We looked for 4 total, but we were only able to find one. Don't worry, we've researched our failures and plan on going back out there to find all of them.



The logbook from our first find.

( Many more pictures inside )

9:47pm: I slept at The Hotel Northampton last night. Don't ask.

4:12pm: I just found this hilarious website, SoSuave.com. It's filled with tips for picking up women, and it's almost entirely bullshit. It's definitely worth a read though. The two best things that I've learned so far: 1) All women are obsessed with Kleenex, always have them, and 2) Excuses make you weak -- never try to defend yourself.

10:24am: Man, I wish that I'd thought of this (click it):

3:13am: I recently spent a shitload of money on a really nice grill. Since then, I've been grilling day-in and day-out.



Team 'cotton' kicked the shit out of a bunch of girls. The picture is blurry because they kept giving us Bud Light



Yes, Bud Light.



We encountered some ghosts



So I decided to bike on out of there.

4:02pm: I took a break from drinking this weekend to do some gardening:

9:59am: Holy Shit!
Today is day 15 smoke-free and I feel better than ever -- I'm not going insane at all.

Anyway, Valerie and I went to a casino night fundraiser for The American Red Cross on Saturday night. It was sort of bunk for a while, we wanted to play blackjack, but the crowd prevented us from getting anywhere near the tables. We decided to just blow our chips as fast as possible and then go out to a bar. We started putting huge, ridiculous bets down on the Roulette table. We were losing money fast, everything was going according to plan when out of nowhere Val hits a number and we get a huge 35 to 1 payout. She was totally on fire with the roulette ... I kept wandering around to the bathroom, bar, etc, and every time I came back to the table it seemed like the amount of chips she had doubled. Since this was a fundraiser there weren't actually any cash payouts, just prizes for top winners. We cashed out, and were about to leave when the event organizer stopped us and encouraged us to wait around for the prizes to be given out. Whatever, we thought that maybe we'd won the dinner at Spoletto or maybe even the gym membership, so we sat around, drank a shitload of wine, got loaded, danced a while waiting for the prizes. We both totally lost our minds screaming when we found out that WE WON A FUCKING TRIP TO LAS VEGAS.

No shit. We won a trip to Las Vegas which includes lodging at this beautiful, 4-star hotel.

Then went to Ye Olde Watering Hole and bought shots for the bartender and a bunch of strangers. I didn't get in a drunk driving accident on the way home, but I did manage to knock over my desk chair and my computer without realizing it until the morning.

So, yeah, crazy weekend. We looked good too ... I was sporting a jacket and tie that degoao gave me a long time ago. Later I'll try to figure out how to post a picture to this thing.

Ok, I figured out pictures:

12:20pm:

3:53pm: It has been too long, hasn't it? My life is completely different now. I don't know where to start. I live in a new apartment that's always clean, I smoke less, I eat less, I drink better coffee, I have more fun, and I spend less money. That's it, in a nutshell.

10:00am: 1. I was helping a coworker who just bought a house take care of some things ... taking a ton of trash to the dump, putting her new bed together, etc ... I was opening a box with a swiss army knife, it slipped, and I ended up spending most of today in the emergency room. Several stitches. There was some lady in the waiting room who had almost exactly the same wound as me, and she was chatting with me for a wicked long time
2. I ran into a girl that I dated many years ago -- I haven't seen her in ages, and now she's 7 months pregnant.
3. A good friend of mine had to put his dog to sleep ... came as a huge surprise to me, I was hanging out with him and his dog a few days ago and everything was just fine ..
4. On a different maybe-you-have-to-be-a-dude-to-appreciate-it sort of note, my car hit 100,000 miles.

8:04pm: This is what I did all day today. It came out great with only two trips to Home Depot and a few minor mishaps early on. It was hella satisfying, but now I'm sore. Big ups to Browner for finishing the whole thing with the caulking compound. Our bathroom no longer smells wretched. If anyone needs a caulking gun, I own one now.

Next weekend I think that I'll fix the busted-ass window frames that came with this house.

1:02pm: Please take a minute to watch this video: http://www.angrynakedpat.com/andymilonakis.com/leet.wmv

11:50pm: 1. Ok, so I couldn't get any of my data back off of that hard drive that shit the bed, but I did find a bunch of CDs that I burned a while ago with all of my old photos, music, etc. The Scott Howard Experience is not gone forever. As a treat to myself for dealing with all of this bullshit I went out and bought myself the biggest hard drive that I could afford. Need some storage space? I've got a shitload now.

2. A guy I know called me at work today to see if I could get a message on the radio about the 4 Nascar tickets he's trying to sell. It was a little bit of a weird situation because I really want to help him out, but getting messages like that on the air isn't really legit at all. Anyway I called around to a bunch of my SagaCom peeps all up and down the valley and I ended up finding a few people who were seriously interested in purchasing the tickets. Hopefully that works out.

3. I have some incredibly juicy gossip. No one knows but me. I shouldn't even know, I just happened to stumble across something that I shouldn't have. I really want to tell everyone, but that would crate a super weird situation for everyone. Don't worry, it's work-related.

4. Degoao continues to e-mail me regularly which is great. It sounds like he's getting hammered in London regularly.

1:07am: Forget homebrew -- I'm going to get an AWOL Machine. Alcohol With Out Liquid.

2:32pm: I'm definitely considering pimping out my cell phone in this manner:



More here

6:01pm: New Apartment = Sweet
Yes. My room is red. I also have some nice lighting and a couch in here.

4:28pm: Saturday Afternoon
That nasty smell in the kitchen is coming from inside of the sink. I'm not sure I've ever had this problem before. I'm going to go to WalMart and buy the dankest fucking draino possible. Maybe some foaming liquid pipe snake. Clean that shit out.

12:09pm: Saturday Morning.
I'm going to go get some coffee, a dunkies breakfast sandwich, some fruit of some sort, and some cigarettes. Oh, I should probably buy some soap too.

7:31pm: What's up, LiveJournal? I haven't seen you much lately ...
This is a pretty cool site that shows you all of the images that are being linked to from LiveJournal. Keep hitting refresh -- there are new ones constantly.

6:06pm: Oh shit.
I can't believe that the best beer and the worst beer are thinking about merging. This could be bad.

Coors, Molson Confirm Merger Talks

5:02pm: Fucking Scott Howard Solo Pub Crawl.
Ok .. I'll post said entry. I guess now that I'm awake it's not actually that bad.

1. Ye Ol. (Fucking bitches don't know how to play pool. I saw some bitch who's name I don't remember -- she tried to get me to talk to her and her friend, but I know for sure that they're lame so I made up an excuse -- fucking four points of light bitches don't include any lame shit whatsoever).

2. City Cafe. (Fucking bitches don't know how to apply makeup. AND crazy fucking assholes try to talk to you).

3. The Basement. (Fucking Karaoke night on the 4th of July. Saw some bitches I recognized from 641 Main, 01002. Total Eclipse of The Heart is getting PLAYED on the Karaoke circuit. Take it to a private singing room, asswipe).

4. Bishop's Lounge. (I didn't recognize anyone. Sat on the patio, drunk).

"and they've been separated for a few years now -- fucking he still lived with
his parents and as soon as she found that out it was over." - overheard

Happy Birthday, America. Let freedom ring.

I think that there was a voicenote or two left on my cellphone. I'll investigate that shit in the morning while I'm at work on a federally recognized Holiday-Yay-Yay.

10:02am: I went on a pub crawl by myself last night -- it was pretty fucking rad. It started on my stoop and then went to Ye Ol, City Cafe, The Basement, and Bishop's Lounge. I composed a drunken livejournal entry as soon as I got home, but the internet was broken so I couldn't actually post it. I saved it intending to post it this morning, but when I read it sober I wasn't satisfied with it. I don't even know what was going through my head -- it was bitter and hostile in kind of a disturbing way -- seeing as I don't feel bitter, hostile or disturbed I figured it was best to keep my drunken rambling to myself. Well, I suppose there's some decent content in there -- maybe when I get home I'll remove some of the hostility and add some laughs.

I'm at work right now even though it's a holiday and I don't have to be here. I'm looking for a good excuse to get out of here so if there's something cool going on let me know.

6:24pm: Hitting The Pavement is a lot worse than Getting Thrown Into The Fire
I can't tell if my speakers are fucked up or if I'm just high. Well, I know that I'm high, but I can't tell if that's the reason that everything sounds weird. I'm going to q-tip -- please wait.

Ok, I've q-tipped and it still sounds weird. Maybe it's just this mp3 (The Lovin' Spoonful).

Ok, now I'm listening to The Smiths and I can say with confidence that there's nothing wrong with my ears or my speakers -- that Lovin' Spoonful mp3 just sucked.

(incidentally, this Smiths song is the song that I was listening to the first time I realized that I was high).

I'd like everyone to take a minute to read Adam Fletcher's livejournal entry from today and understand that he's having more fun than any of us ever do.

Ok, I'm going to go eat some of my left-over veal from last night. Veal is not the best meat, but it's close.