It Never Gets Old

Sprinting along the terrain, wielding a meaty axe, cometh The Booch! And he gives a bloodthirsty scream: WOOGY WOOGY WOOGY!!!

Alright, so I decided that I had lack of things to do so why not go ahead and make a little postage on the ol' blog. Not much to say, just hangin out having a doozy of a time...as usual. Pretty much just been going around on drive expeditions with ChelC. She really does love JoJo. I have never seen her more in love with another man in my life. Its quite sweet to see. He's just so damn handsome, I don't blame her, I'd be all over him too. She really does love that car of hers. Anyway, we've been doin the same old thing pretty much everyday, only not. We went to Michigan City to get some White Castle and some Fanny May chocolates for her mom and grandma. I have to say her grandma kicks some major ass, reminds me a lot of my own. That was the first little trip in her car. We roamed around town a couple of times ended up in various restaurants and Putt Putt, where I might add 2 out of 3 games I was totally pwn3d. Don't ask me how I am clinging on to my pride, but I am. I'm a man dammit, I should be able to beat a girl at golf. I'm gonna go ahead and let this slide though, 1: Its all in good fun and she did indeed kick my ass and 2: I know I'm just a little more awesome than she is anyway...so I'll let her have her glory. Its miniature golf anyway, so it doesn't count for anything. I still have one more game ticket to use, one more chance at redemption. Not just for me, but for men everywhere. Very fun though, I assure you. At least I had a blast.

Side note about the Putt Putt. ChelC kept over shooting her ball on this one hole. She finally just said screw it and that she was taking her bigamy. Now, it took me a second to register what she had said. I cornfusingly looked at her and replied...bigamy?? O_o. She clearly was referring to a muligan, which allows one to do over a shot in golf. Now bigamy on the other hand is the act of illegal marriage while still married to another individual. Don't ask me what she had on her mind, but I'm just going to take it as a Freudian slip and file it away in the funny section. Good times.

Last night, she had an amazing idea to go ahead and drive us out to Swiss Valley. Being the tail end of September, theres no snow on the ground. The place is totally barren. Beautifully barren. I was absolutely amazed at how clearly you could see the stars. One could just barely make out the Milky Way. It rocked my socks off, and I wasn't even wearing socks. It was that good. I wish we could've stayed longer and actually soaked it for all its worth, but curfew and all. I have to say that she has some brilliant ideas that girl. Touche to you ChelC. Thats basically all I've been up to. Just hangin around with ChelC, and as the title suggests...it never gets old.

Those little "messages" that show up on your cable box piss me off. You know which ones I'm talking about, right? The big glowing red light? The one that makes you go through a hundred screens to find the menu, and finally the message box, so that you can read about the fact that there is some shitty PPV boxing match they are trying to make you buy? It's fucking spam for the TV, and if you don't read it (or at least open it and delete it), that big red light will stare at you - screaming at your corneas! There is actually a setting in the menu (though it's very hard to find), where you can "turn off" messages. Does it work? Nope. Mine is definitely set to not display messages (the red light from Hell), and it's never stopped one message. Over the past few years, I've only found one message that looked slightly informative - stating that the local Comcast office would be closed for renovation for a few weeks, and that people should go to an alternative office to pay their cable bill. But come on....How many people are so lame, that they can't mail off a check to the cable company? That they have to physically walk it there? What the hell do they do with their AT&T Mastercard that needs to go to Dallas. Do they drive to friggin' Dallas each month? All the other messages I've seen over the years are for when they have PPV programs coming up, or when they've added a new channel. But even that last one doesn't make sense. Why? Because if Comcast in Los Angeles has added the Vietnamese Channel to their line up, I hear it here in Granger. Why do I care? A) I'm 2500 miles away from California, and B) I'm not Vietnamese. The last couple "channel additions" messages I've gotten, that actually DO apply to my particular area, were for Spanish channels they've added. Now, what I thought was really funny, was that the messages were in ENGLISH. If you are adding a Spanish channel - for people that speak Spanish - wouldn't it make better sense to put the message out in SPANISH, and not English? (I'm not even going to mention the fact that they could filter out the message to people with Spanish surnames - i.e. Gomez, Gonzalez, Pico de Gallo. They should be able to safely assume that someone with a surname of Horwarth, probably isn't going to care that Venezuelan Soap Opera Channel is now available to watch - for an additional fee on top of it all.)

Last thought for the night, I'm really looking forward to when everyone one comes home in winter. I know for a fact that there will be not a single dull moment. A little Pizza King, a lot of laughs, music all around...damn. Maybe even a little friendly romance in there...yes...between 3 men and a lady. We all deserve a little bigamy...now to copy from Dan:

What I Have Been Listening to For the Past Month:

Garden State Soundtrack- Various Artists

Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets- Gary Jules

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea- Neutral Milk Hotel

Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV Volume One: From Fear Through The Eyes Of Madness- Coheed & Cambria

Burning In The Sun- Blue Merle

Strange And Beautiful- Aqualung

Plans- Death Cab For Cutie

Guero- Beck

God Shuffled His Feet- Crash Test Dummies

Final Straw- Snow Patrol

Peace, love, and a toothy smile.