A good good time and validation

One of the best days of the year is Thanksgiving Day Eve. This day, all, well all the people that matter, come home and go out to have a drink to catch up will all the other people that they haven't seen in the past year. Although my only reason to go out is to find these people to say hi, but I know, regardless of the location, I will find them. These are my friends from high school and regardless that we didn't talk for the past 364 days, we pick up like nothing has changed. And that, to me, is one of the better things of life.

As for the validation, there were also some ladies from high school in attendance tonight. To put it mildly, I had a crush on some of these ladies. And as I introduced myself, most had no clue who I was. But at the end of the evening, they said I couldn't leave. That just shows that people change, usually for the better. Kinda made me feel good being wanted for a bit. Guess I'll just have to let them down gently.

Quote of the evening:
"I'm not gay or anything, but [bone] looks good with a beard."

It's about time

I recenly came across a letter to the editor in the Fresno Bee. Here is a link so you can learn of the situation.

Cut the canned music

All I have to say is, "recently?" Recently? No this has been happening since my first year in the band. When you watch a college football game on TV, and the home team scores, is there an ear piercing Air Raid horn. No. You hear the touchdown scoring song. In case you don't know, it's a different song than the Fight Song. But no, the power that be in Fresno believe the football game to be like a Hockey game. Absolutely annoying. I had my schooling payed for by the Music Department so obviously someone thought listening to me was enjoyable. On the field, all my friends, albeit intoxicated, screamed at me until I acknowledged them. The student section goes wild after the trombone section playes "Bonefare." Moody even knows the base drum part. But are they allowed to parade through the stands during the game like they have been for the past 13 years? No, this year it has become a distraction and is not allowed. Someone needs to be reminded that this is supposed to be a college atmosphere and an emphasis should be placed on the athletes, performers, and students, and not become the typical sporting event with corporate sponsors and a loud radio system.

Picture this

It's been a while since you ate and you're hungry. You decide to head over to the local buffet. While at the buffet, you weigh your options, look around and notice that the best thing is the rice pilaf. So without haste, you load your plate full of rice pilaf. Now, mind you, there are many other options at the buffet, but you made your mind up and went with the rice pilaf. As you sit down at your table, you start eating and much to your chagrin, the rice pilaf is horrible. So you head back to the buffett line and notice that right next to the rice pilaf is mac and cheese. But the mac and cheese is jealous that you chose the rice pilaf first. So do you get to enjoy mac and cheese? No. And you already decided that eating the rice pilaf was not worth your time. So what happens, you ask. There are two options. One, you can visit another buffet. Or two, you can opt for the beef stroganoff.

Fresno State vs. Boise State poem

November football is here
And Boise has arrived
They think they have no fear
A victory they will be deprived

The Broncos will burn
And the dogs will be on fire
A loss to be so great
Hawkins will retire

Our D will be a wall
Our O full of Power
Their backs we will maul
It will be Pinegars hour

The curse of the blue will end
Fresno will go to town
We are starting a new trend
The Donkeys are going down

Boise will be killed
To home, such a quite flight
Fresno will drink the beer
We will party all damn night

They will whine and cry
Maybe blame the referee
Tears from the black eye
Of poor sacked Zebransky

The Blue Daemon will die with plight
They will lose their WAC crown
Because this Thursday night
BOISE IS GOING DOWN

Thanks to the author of this poem for letting me post the poem.

As you can see now, the Dogs destroyed Boise 27-7. All I can say is, it's about time. It was raining. I was wet. I broke my Thunder Sticks, mostly because I can't stand them. And I don't have any voice left since I was yelling when Boise had the ball with 2 minutes left in the game. To top it off, the 98 yard pass from Pinegar to Williams was #2 on the ESPN top 10 plays. An overall fantastic evening. On to USC.

No Shave November

Well, it would seem that we have started quite a controversy here. On one hand we have some guys that are very eager to participate. While the ladies continue to shave because they are wearing shorts? Skirts? Skorts? Who knows? It's getting colder and that is reason enough for me to grow a little more hair to preserve warmth. If my reasoning is not enough to get you to participate in No Shave November, here is another celebrity who started the trend many years ago.

Yes, my faithful readers, that is Chuck Norris. A little known fact about Chuck Norris:
When Chuck Norris plays "Oregon Trail," his family does not die of cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back.

More facts about Chuck Norris can be found here.

PSA

Just a friendly reminder that this month we are trying to raise awareness on a topic that does not get much exposure. Yes, I am speaking about Razor Burn. This terrible, socially unacceptable blemish makes Dermatologists smile, but we, the simple man, are tired of the implications it exposes. For this reason, we have proclaimed this month, "No Shave November." So forego shaving. Don't buy into the "multiple blade" hype. Forget about the soothing action of the gel. We should all strive to achieve the look of Bob Ross. Well, maybe that's just me because as we all know, I'm disgusting.

FTS

Please excuse this rant.

I know this is not the usual type of entry that you, my one faithful reader, are used to, but I am entirely sick of the same old thing that my life has become. Every day, I am subjected to the same grind, and it is tiresome. I need something new, and regardless that I have been telling myself this for the past year, it is finally going to happen. I do not know what will break me out of this slump, and I am not sure when it will eventually happen, and I'm not even sure if the spelling and grammar of this post is accurate, but one day, things will finally click. Every day I am reminded of the mishaps that I must endure to make my day continue. (I'm trying real hard not to use profanity in this post, so that's why the last sentence did not make any sense.) I'm tired of the same old excuses. I'm tired of the same old thing. Something has to change and soon. And something will change. This is not enough to peek my interest and I am tired of feigning interest in the things I really don't care about. I just wanted to put this out there to remind you that I am sick of it all. I'm over it. And I'm truely disgusting. By the way, this would have been a much worst post if I hadn't had the Korn CD in my car.

P.S. Please excuse if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes as I don't care to proofread right now.