Monday, May 31, 2004

I thought this was a joke.

  Saturday, May 29, 2004

A thanks to the main people who made my stay in TH awesome, in alphabetical order.

Matt Brandt: I'm not your woman; stop answering my questions with more questions, especially when those questions are stupid. Thanks for being an ass and sabotaging my job search, and my slushies are better then yours.

John Burgner: Thanks for all the porn you have on your computer. You are really just a big teddy bear inside, don't worry though; I won't tell anybody, promise... BITCH!

Mark Vyvoda: I'm sure you will eventually find someone else who knows exactly how you like to be scratched behind the ears. Thanks for the cheeseburger, you giant beverage!

Everyone Else: Solid.

This was amazing. I was there. Lia says, "You need to work hard on your baseball career if you want to hit two ninth inning homeruns in a doubleheader the day your first child is born." I however believe that I need to work hard at having my firstborn child if I want to do it by the time I hit two homeruns in a Major League baseball game.

  Friday, May 28, 2004

Last night Burgner drove me to the bus station for my trip back home. On the way there he treated me to some of First Wok's infamous General Tso's Chicken. We finished our meals waiting for the bus and then I had to open my fortune cookie. This cookie was going to be the last thing I did in Terre-Haute: my last activity with friends. It had to be good... It had to be awesome... It had to put a final amazing spin on the last twelve weeks. Whatever Burgner's was, it sucked. Mine read:

Whenever you're feeling down, look up old friends.

It lived up to the hype.

  Sunday, May 23, 2004

Here's the deal...

Even though I know they don't read it as much as the folks on the blogroll, I consider my primary audience of this weblog to be my people back home. I was discouraged that even though they are reading this and I stimulate thought or insight within them, they refuse to comment. I was angered to the point that I tried removing everything with a hope to solicit a response from them.

As I should of expected, the comments from the last post came only from those poeple within the blogiverse. Let me quickly explain the two purposes of commenting as I see them. No matter how long, short, insightful, or trite a comment is it provides me with feedback and encourages more comments. I can't appeal to you if you never say anything, and you're never going to get that extra perspective unless you put it out there for everyone to see.

I can keep in touch with everybody on the side of this screen just be visiting their site and typing a sentence; I'm trying to provide the same ability with a large group of people that I grew up with. If you are scared or whatever, I don't know what it is, but I will do anything I can to help integrate you into this process. You just need to somehow let me know what I need to do. Comment maybe?

By the way, I hope I in no way encouraged the old peanut gallery to stop throwing rotten vegetables.

  Saturday, May 01, 2004