Big Dippers

Stars and their mouths, now I am not going to comment on Michael Richards and his ‘N’ bomb because I think that was just plain dumb. I don’t think he is a racist, but just ignorant and unfortunately caught up in the moment. Not that I am saying that gives him a reason, but that I am not going to give him any more publicity than he has already received.

What I do want to talk about is the big mouth that Rosie O’Donnell has. I like Rosie and have appreciated all her hard work for the charities her celebrity has helped. I am getting tired of her gay soap box she tends to stand on and how she is now the only person, who for some reason, speaks for all the gay people out there.

From what I have read, she called out Kelly Ripa for being a Homophobic because last week on Kelly’s show Clay Aiken co-hosted with her. While Kelly was talking, Clay placed his hand over her mouth to shut her up (as we all would love to do), and she said to him “I don't know where that hand has been."

Rosie said on her show that if Aiken was a "straight guy, a cute guy" or, for instance, Mario Lopez, Ripa wouldn't have made the same remark. But what gets me is why is Rosie the one outing Aiken. Aiken, of course, has never said anything publicly about his sexuality.

Ripa called into the View and told Rosie she was referring to it being Cold and Flu season and she didn’t want to get sick. That Rosie’s accusations were “outrageous" and "irresponsible," and I have to agree. From the start of Ripa’s show, the tension between Ripa and Aiken was high. They aired the Halloween show when Ripa dressed up as Aiken and I guess he was not impressed. From that point it was all down hill.

I just wish Rosie would stick to doing what she does best. Raising money for charity and making her co-hosts mad. I don’t know why she has to attack other shows and their co-host. She has 3 of her own to go through first. Hell, start with Elizabeth, I can’t stand her!

Peace,

DeMo

Side Note

I just read an article, and yes I know, I read something, that Tommy Thompson is exploring the idea of running for the presidency in 2008. For those of you who don’t know Tommy Thompson, he was President Bush’s Health and Human Services Secretary during his first term. Oh, and did I mention my neighbor.

Yea, how cool is that! I know a possible future president of the United States of America. Of course, he is just toying with the idea and he has to run against other republicans just to get the honor of being the candidate, but how cool is it that I know and live with someone who could one day be our next president.

Not saying that he comes over and borrows and egg, or a cup of sugar from me, but we have met each other of a few occasions. The first time we met he said his name like I was supposed to know who he was. So I said my name back like he was supposed to know who I was – so I said in my head, all proud and mighty. I later told my buddy Scott and he said I was an ass because that was Tommy Thompson some big wig blah blah blah… I’m not really into politics.

I just thought I would share this with you, so if he does win the next election, I could be having lunch in the West Wing with my old neighbor reminiscing about the old neighborhood. Yea, right like that would ever happen. He would probably say to me you’re that asshole kid who didn’t know who I was.

Peace,
DeMo

OJ’s Slash and Tell

So is it me, or do you find it incredibly nuts that someone can just sit back and write a book about how they would supposedly kill someone who, oh by the way, were on trial for killing? I can’t believe OJ is one, that hard up for money that he would even consider writing this type of book; two, a publishing company would even be dumb enough to put this shit to print no matter what kind of profit it may make; and three, for FOX to even agreeing to conduct the interview and broadcast this fucker over the airwaves to promote his book.

OJ says this is just a hypothetical situation and all fiction, but come on. No one really believed he didn’t do it in the first place. This is just his way of confessing to the murder and relieving himself of a guilty conscience. With double jeopardy the way it is, he can pretty much say in the book “Yes I killed her,” and he can’t incriminate himself, unless of course he decides to kill someone else and write about that murder.

I feel our society should move on from OJ and his fading celebrity. We should show him that we are not at all interested in him, nor his book of so-called made up murder scenarios by not buying the book and not watching the interview on FOX. But I guess he is like a car crash. Even though you know it won’t be pretty and you know you really don’t want to know or see what happened, you’re going to peek as you pass by.

I still think he killed her.

Peace,
DeMo

Guess Who's Back

So it has been a while since I have last written and things have picked up around here since last I wrote. I have been taking my meds and talking with friends about how my work affects me and everything seems to be going well for me. Granted, I am working too many hours every week, but whatever. As long as the job gets done, that is the main thing.

I went back to GA a few weeks ago, and I am sorry for those of you whom I did not get to see. I was only there for a few days and I had to take care of some business. It was my parents’ anniversary and my God son’s 1st birthday, so I had to fulfill those obligations first. I was only able to see one other friend while I was home and then it was back to the V-A. I promise I will see you all when I come back for Christmas.

I do have to tell you about the oddest iPod accessory I saw in the SkyMall magazine. It was an adapter you hook your iPod up to and listen to your tunes on as well as a toilet paper holder. Now I don’t know about you, but when I am on the thrown, the last thing I am think is “damn I wish I had my iPod, so I could be kick’n it with my tunes.”

Next week is thanksgiving and the folks are coming up here for a change. This should be real interesting. I usually go back to GA, so I can see everyone, but this time I’ll be here in good old VA. I am kinda sad about it. I wish I was heading back down south for this holiday. I have never been up here, and I usually take the time off to see all my friends, so this is going to be a real change for me. I hope you all have a great holiday and I’ll see you in Dec. I guess the cool thing is I got tickets for me and the folks to see Cirque du Soleil for the Friday after Thanksgiving. So that should be fun, I hope.

I guess that about wraps things up for now. The guys at GW are going strong and they had an awesome rush! The new associates are “sharp” guys and I will be proud to call them brothers – one day. They are in the process of learning the history of the fraternity and as boring of a process as it may be, we all had to read the book and learn the history. Suck it up and just do…you enjoy the other side!

Peace,
DeMo

Long Time

I know it has been a while since last I wrote, but I have been busy with work and trying out the meds. So far so good and things have been working out. I am working too much and I have got to get a life, but for the most part things are looking up.

I have started to advise the GW guys and I can not be more proud of these men. They had an awesome rush, 27 men, and all are great guys. They also had War of the Roses, a philanthropy event, and raised over $2,600 in just a week. These men are doing a great job!
Of course now…as if I don’t have enough issues…I am having eye problems. It seems my left eye has some type of build up on the back of the lens and I am getting sporadic blindness. It was mentioned that I might have 3rd nerve palsy, but my doctor is not 100% sold on that, yet. I have to go in when the blindness comes back. It has happened twice now, so who knows what is going on. Just one more thing to add to my ever grow list of shit. I wish I was making this up and I could call myself a hypochondriac, but damn it this shit is fa’ real!

Peace,
DeMo

Life

So this week has been right up there with the ones in the past. Work has not been getting any better and actually it has been getting worse. I am not getting physically sick when I enter the room with my customer who has been giving me problems, I am not sleeping well and I am just getting stressed out.

I used to really like my job and what I do, but now this customer has just turned my life into a shit storm and I dread going into the office. If I have to send an Email to her or if the phone rings, my stomach begins to turn in fear of what may happen. That is no way to have to conduct business, or even have to go about my day at work.

I went to the doctor today to try to get some help with my current situation and she has begun to start me on some meds that may help me deal with my working situation. We’ll see how this work, but talk about a non-health work environment. This customer has created a hostile work environment, and it seems the only way I can be there is in a medicated state. My doctor thinks the meds will help me be less anxious and able to deal with the customer. I hope so.

On a good note, my aunt had her breast surgery on Wednesday and everything went well. Her doctor was able to remove all the cancer and she will not need chemo. My aunt will need some recuperation time at home and then everything will be back to normal. My grandmother and her 3 sisters all died of cancer, so this was a touchy situation my family was dealing with, and we are all glad it turned out great.

That’s it for now, more to come later. Have a great weekend.

Peace,
DeMo

More Bad News

I heard from my Aunt and she found out that one of the tumors is malignant and will have to be removed. She is scheduled for surgery next Wednesday. As far as she understands they are just going to remove the mass and not the breast. She may need chemotherapy, but I am not sure. I just seems that the news this weeks keeps getting better.

My customer at work is not making my life any easier and has totally stressed me out. No matter what I email out it seems to be wrong. The responses I get back are all confrontational, so I have decided to just forward all emails to my manager. I figure it is safer and let him deal with her. I am finished with her for now. I am just ready head to the doc’s office and get some meds to deal with her. It just is not an ideal situation to be in and I wish my company would do something about it.

The only good news is, is that I am taking Friday off, since I have worked so much and I have the extra hours to burn off. I can finally get my hair cut, since I have not been able to since my last cut back in Aug went I back to GA (Aug 5th). Talk about the shaggy do.

Well I am heading to bed, depression tires you out.

Peace,
DeMo

Best Week Ever, Yea Right

This past week was a trying week at work. My customer has gone out of her way to be a big pain in the you know where more than usual. It seemed no matter what was said or what was done it was never right. Then the culminating factor if her being unprofessional was her sending me, my project manager and my technical lead an email that started off by saying “Who the #&%@ do you think you are?”

Now I am no linguist by any means, but I am sure #&%@ means FUCK. Then she went on in non-coherent English about trying to take credit for a paper we were writing. It’s a longer story to tell you, so let’s just say, this paper was already discussed, and the receiving party already knew who was writing the paper. Plus, if anyone read an email by her, they would know she couldn’t write a proper sentence. But I digress. My customer was mad because there was an email which gave a deadline for this paper and she was not cc’ed on it by the person asking for the paper. Once I read the email, I called her and sent her the email and that was her response.

She was mad that there were emails going back and forth without her knowing it, yet it was just a follow up on a meeting we had the day before, which she gave her OK to work on. If this isn’t making much sense to you, try living it. I have been dealing with this lady for the past 3 years it is getting rough. She took my manager into a side room and yelled at him about this like he was her son or something.

The saddest part of this all is that this is not the first time she has acted in this manner and we all know this is not going to be the last. The powers that be can not do anything because she is our customer and she basically pays our contract. It sucks when you’re being abused and there is nothing you can do about it. I know if this were a marriage and I was being abused like this everyone would say get the hell out of there, why are you staying with her, but since this is a job and my company can’t really do anything I just have to grin and bare it. I guess the old school saying fits here “Thank You Sir May I Have Another.” Actually, my mother told me this…”Be careful of the asses you kick on the way to the top, you never know which one you’ll have to kiss on the way down!” I think she heard that on the VIEW…which makes it hard to even type, but it is perfect for this situation. Hope your week was better than mine.

Peace,
DeMo

Crikey

Today we lost a great entertainer, Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. He was doing what he does best and filming for his series “Ocean’s Deadliest”. He was filming stingrays when he swam too close and was pierced threw the heart by its poisoned barb.

Stingrays have a serrated, poison-loaded barb, or spine, on the top of their tail to use as their defense system. Experts say it is unusual for stingrays to actually attack humans and to cause a fatal blow is extremely unusual. For Irwin to have been hit and to have been killed by a stingray is completely unfortunate.

The stingray stuck Irwin right below his check cavity and the barb made its way through his heart. Once on board his boat, his team rushed to get him to the closest hospital, but when the helicopter arrived to take him to the ER, he was pronounced dead.

I know I am going to miss this Aussie because of his dedication and in-depth presentations he would show us of all the interesting animals and reptiles we share the Earth with. His enthusiasm and energy would captivate the audience while educating at the same time. He opened a world of mystery and fright to the world and showed us that not all creatures are deadly and should be treated with malice.

Irwin was 44 and leaves behind his wife, Terri, his 8 year old daughter, Bindi Sue, and his soon to be 3 year old son, Bob.

Peace,
DeMo

Someone Else's Life

Have you ever felt like your life is just on cruise control and no matter how hard you try to step on the gas, or change your course you just can’t seem to alter your reality. That is how I feel. There is just so much going on in my life it just seems like I am looking in at someone else’s life because I can’t seem to do anything about it.

As I wrote earlier, my uncle is now living with my parents and I guess he is looking for a new job, so he can start to work a good 40 hrs a week. His current job is not giving him 40hrs every week and that causes him to have financial issues. Not being able to pay his bills, thus him living with my folks.

My parents are still cold to each other because the tension is still there. My uncle makes my parents feel uncomfortable in their own home. They try not to even be home when he is there. It is just not fair for my parents to live their lives in avoidance of my uncle. My family from Boston has already given him the riot act about being a leach, but I don’t think it made a difference.

I spoke to my aunt who lives in Boston and she said she went to the doctor the other day. She had him look a lump on her left breast and after a good check they found 2 lumps on her right breast as well. She is going for a biopsy on Friday and then has to wait all weekend for her results. I feel so bad because she has to go through all this pressure and unknowing without her family. Her sister, my mom, and her brother, my loser uncle, live in GA. I am sure at a time like this she would really like them near by.

My grandmother and her 3 sisters died of cancer, so I know those statistics are weighing heavy on my aunt's mind. I can only wish her luck and pray that everything works out fine. I guess we just have to sit and wait for 2 weeks to find out.

Peace,
DeMo

Dane Cook

Update on Me

I know it have been a while since I have posted, but a lot has happened in my life. I’ll try not to make this a marathon blog, but here goes;

The situation with my money and the fucker who stole it ended up working out. After signing depositions and tracking my financial movements, my bank reimbursed me the money that was stolen from my accounts. I was only broke for a week or so, but let me tell you it sucks not to know who stole your items and not having any money to live on.

I have been working overtime on my condo committee to try to make things better here at Rancho DeMarco. I had to stay up till 2 in the morn writing up a proposal for the community, and there have been issues that have been popping up I have had to deal with. The latest was last night when someone had a washing machine flood on the 8th floor and is soaked down to the garage. Every unit beneath the flooding unit was affected and it looks like there was about 15-20 thousand dollars worth of damage done. To top it off, the person who caused the damage was a renter and the owner’s phone number on record was disconnected. This should be interesting to see what happens. Moral of this story is ALWAYS get home or renter’s insurance!

I have to get back on the dating horse. I have decided that it is about time for me to get out there and start the search for the next Mrs. D. I have been hesitant to date because of the way I have been feeling about myself and the recovery of my knees, but I can’t let my knees run my life. Since it doesn’t seem like my knees are going to be 100%, I can’t put my life on hold and wait for everything to be perfect. Cause as you and I know there is no perfect life.

And lastly, my poor parents have to deal with my dead-beat uncle. He has always been a problem and they have always been there to bail him out. He is like the younger brother I never wanted, yet he is almost twice my age. He can’t seem to hold down a job and now he can’t seem to hold down an apartment. Yup, he got evicted from his apt and now he is staying with my parents. I know my dad is super pissed and he is not really talking to my mom. Mom is upset, because it is her brother, but she can’t really kick him out cause he has no place to go, and right now they are both just miserable. He is staying in my old room, which is where I stay when I come for a visit. So I told my mom I am not coming back until he is out of the house. I don’t think I would be able to see him without telling him what is on my mind. The kicker is, we have to act like everything is fine with him, because heaven forbid anyone knows he is a bum. FUCK THAT! I don’t care who knows. He is a burden on my parents they do not need and can not afford. My uncle needs to grow up and get his own life.

Well, I tried not to go on and on, but whatever. Have a great one.

Peace,
DeMo

Journey Of Hope/Build America Arrival in DC

Today the JOH and Build America team had their formal arrival into DC at the steps of the Capitol. Below are a few vidoes and some pictures of the days events. Keep in mind the videos are taken fom my digital camera, so it's not the best.


The Arrival


The Teams Walk of Fame


The Journey of Hope and Build America Teams


Peace,
DeMo

Makes Me Proud To Be A Pi Kapp

Here are some pics from the JOH arrival:


Journey of Hope and Build America Team with Chad at podium




Team Photo


Build America's Project Manager Brad at podium


Build America Team


The Men of UMBC and Me


UMBC's JOH Rider, Pete

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

As most of you know about my life and all the shit that goes along with it, this weekend I would have to say went on without a hitch. Friday, I hung out with my buds and we watched ‘Ricky Bobby” and grilled steaks, and then Saturday night I had dinner with friends and partied like a rock star that night a Compound.

I got to hang out with friends I haven’t seen in months and I got to drink like I was 21!!! Sunday, I had brunch with some folks, who were not able to make it out the pervious night, so we had bloody marries and talked about everything. It is nice to just hang with friends and catch up with our lives. After brunch, I met with a friend who was moving to Ole Miss for grad school, so I talked to him for a bit and then drove out to see my God son. I spent all day with Remi, Karla and Marcus running around town, had some dinner and then played with the baby. Marcus will be 12 months in Oct, but he is wearing 24-month clothes. This kid is a future line backer.

Monday was my birthday and I had another super-duper day by spending lunch with my old roomy and her son, and then had dinner with my family. At dinner my dad surprised me with the staff of the restaurant singing “happy birthday” to me with a fucking moose puppet and then I had to kiss the damn thing. I was so embarrassed, but I guessed it was nice that my dad thought of doing that for me.

Tuesday is when I headed back to VA and I got a call for my bank. It seems that someone stole my ATM card number and had taken ALL my fuckin’ money out of my account and my bank was nice enough to call me. They saw a $1,200 purchase at some dress shop and then some major purchases at Bed, Bath and Beyond. They felt those were odd purchases and thought they would call me to confirm them.

I was sitting at my gate at the airport about to snap when I was talking to the bank rep. I did all in my power not to use any four letter words or make my volume go above my inside voice. I explained to the lady that money in that account was also to pay my mortgage, which was coming out tomorrow, and I was about to bounce that payment. Not to mention I had no fucking money to my name, and I needed to get money out when I landed to get a fucking cab!

Oh did I mention the laptop I got for my birthday didn’t seem to work, so I had to return it at Best Buy before I headed to the air port and that took 45 mins to figure that shit out. I just can’t seem to win no matter what I do, or what I try to do. I guess my now motto is going to be FUCK YOU. I mean why not, since the world has been sticking its dick up my ass, so why can’t I just say Fuck You to the world. So the next time you wanna tell me your story and you want to know what I think…here’s my answer “FUCK YOU!”

I have to say; so far being 31 is the best. I highly recommend it!

Peace,
DeMo

Vacation Killed The Radio Star

So, I just found out my radio gig has been cancelled for Monday. The host of the show will be on vacation and they would rather cancel the show than to have me go on with someone else. So, let me just thank you all for planning on listening to me from noon to 1 on Monday. It would have been a great birthday gift to give a major shout out to all of you, but I guess this will have to do.

Hopefully, I'll get the chance to come back and do it again. If not, then oh well, the thought was nice to have. Hope those of you who are coming out tonight are going to have a blast and can't wait to see you.

Take Care!

Next few days

This weekend I am off to TX for a Pi Kapp conference and then after that I am heading to GA. I will be staying in GA for my Birthday, so I can make up for my last birthday where I was recooping from my knee surgery. I'll be hosting a party at Compound on Saturday August 5th. On my actualy birthday, the 7th, I'll be a co-DJ on Q100 from noon to 1pm, so you better listen, and later that night I will have dinner with the folks. Then head back to DC for some rest.

If you can come out on Saturday for my party at Compund I'd love to have you. All you have to do is send me your name and who you're bringing, so I can get you on my guest list. Then we can party it up all night long! Just go to my MySpace account and leave me a message - http://www.myspace.com/demarco433

Have a great weekend and I'll keep you updated as my week progresses.

Peace,
DeMo

Friday Night Dinner

Friday I woke up in one of those moods where I just wanted to die. You know where you would just say to yourself “I am never drinking again” moods. Not that I got smashed the night before, but I felt like real shit that morning. I went to work and barely made it through the day. Later that night I went to dinner with Kat and we headed to Extra Virgin, an Italian restaurant. This place is very nice and we went there before when I was on crutched after my surgery. Granted, at that time I was not feeling too well and couldn’t walk that great. Come to think of it, that is kinda how I felt this time. But anyways…

…We were able to sit outside on the patio and enjoy some bread with oil, balsamic vinegar and parmesan cheese. Kat had a glass of wine, I stuck to the H2O. The weather was like a perfect spring evening with a light breeze. Considering it was the end of July, I thought we would have melted out there. The air was crisp and the sky was crystal clear.

Dinner was fantastic, as always, and we just sat back and talked about life. There is so much that can be said for a good conversation. I have been out with people who can not put a sentence together, let alone keep a conversation going for hours. We sat on the patio and talked and talked and talked until our server said goodnight to us and he left.

It was a simple evening of dinner and talking, but what a great way to spend the night. The weather was perfect for us to sit on a patio and watch the people go by, and criticize them. For us to just relax and forget about what the week had stressed us out about. And mainly for us to just catch up on each others lives. Sometimes, it is the little things that go along way. You know what I mean. Hope you can have a night that is so unplanned; it will totally fix what ails ya.

I did, however, go home and pass right the fuck out because I was still feeling like shit on the inside.

Peace,
DeMo

Late Night

You know you’re getting old when you go to a party and you seem to be the oldest one there. Granted, I am just thirty years old, but it does sting just a little. Thursday night I went to a buddy’s party for his roommate. I had never met his roommate, nor did I know how old she was. My friend is early 20’s, but I really didn’t think about it till got to the party and realized it was her 21st birthday party. I hadn’t been to a 21st birthday party in many years. There were girls screaming and screeching upon every arrival. I just couldn’t take it. Neither, from the look of the bartender, could he.

As the night went on, I had a few drinks and by 11pm I was dead. Guess the old man syndrome was kicking in, so I had a Red Bull. About twenty minutes later I ordered another red bull, and to follow that one came another about 15 minutes later. I guess the few drinks I had earlier made me a bit light in the head and allowed me not to think about the consequences of drinking 3 red bulls in an hour and a half.

By 1:30 I was heading out and I drove another guy home that was a bit three sheets to the wind. I think he pasted out in my car a couple of time before I got him home. I had to drop him off a ways from his door, and I watched him stumble himself to the front door. As I began to leave his apartment my heart was already beginning to pound like I just finished running a marathon. Oh who am I kidding, like I just walked up 5 flights of stairs. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest and race me home, it was beating so fast.

When I got home, I laid down for a bit and tried to go to sleep, but all I could do is listen to the pounding of my heart and feel the shaking of my limbs. I swear thought I was going to die. I knew the headlines would read something like “Man killed by a Red Bull” or “Man took the Bull by the Horns and Lost.” You know something with a pun, yet stupid at the same time. About two hours later I was finally calming down, plus I took some meds with a sleeping agent in it to try to help with my over activeness.

I ended up sleeping till about 11am on Friday and getting to work about noon. Man did that suck!! I swear I just can not party like I used, and stay out late on a school night. It seems if I am not in bed by eleven I am just screwed. Where are those days when you could just stay up as late as you wanted and then get up for a 9 O’clock class with out even batting an eye. Man, youth is definitely wasted on the young!

Peace,
DeMo

Birthday Bash

I am getting ready to head back down to the A-T-L for a little fun with the friends for some Birthday celebrations. Aug 5th I'll be at Compound sharing some good time with the friends over some great drinks and even better music. If you're free that night and in the mood for a great time you're more than welcome to join in.

Then even better, on my actually Bday, Monday Aug 7th, I'll be sharing the airwaves on Q100 with Tracy St. George from Noon to 1pm, so make sure to tune in and listen to me as I guest DJ. I'll be playing all your favorite tunes and maybe even giving you a shout out!

Thanks Caroline for the picture, you managed to get my good side!

Peace,
DeMo

Life

Have you ever just wondered when life was going to pass you a "get out of jail free" card and make it a little bit easier for you? You know what I mean, maybe make all the lights on your way to work green, or maybe let you hit the lottery, so you can pay off some of the ever growing debt, or just let you get through the day without a new problem coming up. When will life ever become more than just an obstacle and become just an observer?

I believe life will become what you make of it, and if you don't put one hundred percent of yourself into what you do, you won't get that in return. But for some reason I see my friends, and me included, keep going and going, trying and trying, but always something will happen to get in the way of their goal. It may be something as simple as a new task which will take them into a different direction, or something as more serious as a life threatening circumstance. Why does life always take us onto paths that are not so simple?

I would like to just have one week where I can call up my best friend and tell him every day that everything is great and I have nothing but wonderful things happening to me. Then in return he says the same thing. You and I both know that will never happen, but wouldn't that be great. I only hope that no matter what life throws at you, good or bad, you take it head on and give it all you have. The only way to make it in this world is with friends and without good ones you might be in trouble. So take the time to say thanks to the ones you have. You never know how much they can help until you don't have them.

Peace,
DeMo

Long time to see

I have been busy the past few weeks, but I have had some time to squeeze in some fun.

I saw Madonna in concert at Madison Square Garden in New York on the 28th on June. That concert was so unbelievably good and so unbelievably HOT! Madonna pumped in heat, so the auditorium felt like a dance club after you have been dancing for 6 hours. Madonna played for just over 2 hours straight and of course she did not let the fans down.

July 4th, I headed out the National Mall for the fireworks. Headed out round 3 to meet some friends, but they ended up not coming out due to them smuggling in contraband; glass bottles and alcohol. They ended up going back home and I stayed on the Capitol steps for 5 hours waiting for the National Concert to begin. “George” from Seinfeld was the host and he did his little song and dance before Vanessa Williams performed followed by Elmo, then Michael Bolton and Stevie Wonder. Nearing Stevie’s conclusion the fireworks started and the show was OK, but I don’t think they compared to Boston or New York.

This past weekend I went the DC Improv to watch Christian Finnegan perform. He is a regular on VH1’s Best Week Ever and was on the Dave Chappell Show. This guy is so funny and is you have the chance to see him in your town, do so! After his show I went with Mara and Jim to watch the Ultimate Fighting Championship matches at a local bar. Those matches just kick ass!

Sunday, of course, I watched the World Cup, and got see the home country win! Va l'Italia va! Pround da essere un italiano, date dei calci alla merda da quei bastardi francesi! Let’s just say I was pulling for Italy. Later that night I went to see the Gypsy Kings in concert. It was a mad rush to get a seat on the lawn at the concert hall, but we got a pretty good spot and the show was good. For an act the Gypsy Kings were not all that impressive, but they sure know how to play. They had the entire audience on their feet dancing and salsa-ing to the beat. I guess I just can’t get enough of drunken white folks trying to set free their inner Latin soul. Quite funny, but I guess you had to be there.

Well that is about it for now. I’ll keep you posted as things happen.

Peace,
DeMo

Faster Kill Pussycat


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The video was of Paul Oakenfold's music video featuring Brittney Murphy, but the video was taken down and I am unable to link to the site.

Peace,
DeMo

Forty Eight Hours

Wednesday, I am heading to the BIG APPLE to see…wait for it…wait for it…MADONNA! Yup the concert is finally here and I am off to see her live and in person at the Garden Wednesday night. Julie is flying up to meet me in the city and we are going to have such a great time. She has seen Madonna with me for the past two tours. Oh, I just can’t wait!

Thursday night, 'It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia' will air season 2 and I can not stress to you how great of a show it is and how you must watch it. It will be the FX Network at 10 and 10:30. I swear you will piss yourself laughing, the show is just that good. Last year I could not talk enough about this show, so you have to watch and see for yourself what all the hype is about. Plus, there is nothing else to watch, so it is totally a win/win situation. Trust me you will not be sorry.

Peace,
DeMo

What, No Dinner First

I can’t stand to get fucked over when I know I did nothing wrong. Why do people get away with murder, OJ, and I can’t get what is owed to me. Case in point:

When my SUV was in the accident a few weeks ago it did not make any funny noises nor did it have any blatant scratches on it. Somehow, somewhere during the 2 weeks of me getting into the wreck and getting my SUV back it magically started to make clanking noises when the gears shifted from reverse to drive and the back bumper now has 2 huge scratches on it. None of these issues were there when I released my SUV into possession of wrecker co. after the wreck.

The insurance agent who was handling my bumper called me and said the pictures showed the marks on the SUV when they received it at the service center, so they are not going to pay for the damages. I told them I didn’t care whose fault it was, the scratches where not there when I released my SUV and someone was going to pay. I guess not because the bitch on the other line was not going to hear anything I had to say, and she gave me the wrecker’s phone number and told me to call them myself. I said “what good is this going to do? They are going to say they didn’t do it and I am still fucked.” She then told me to have a good night and that was the end. I was so mad!!!!

The noise coming from under the car was the other thing that was not there, that now just happened to appear out of no where. I took my SUV to my mechanic and had him look at it, and there was just not enough proof that the damage to the area could have cause the looseness. The noise could have been caused by wear and tear, but since there was no noise prior, he feels it could not just be plain wear and tear. The problem is there is just no way to prove it. So again I get FUCK!

I called the manager of the service center and told him the situations of the findings and laid it out like this. The noise I would forget about, since I could not prove one way or the other that it was caused by the accident. My mechanic said there is some looseness causing it to create the clinking noise, but there is no definite way to prove what caused it to happen. The scratches, on the other hand, were not on the bumper when I released the SUV and I will not back down on that issue. The manager understood my pain and felt sorry for me, I think. He said he would talk to his boss and see about getting it fixed. This guy is really trying to help me and I told him I got fucked twice and not in a good way. I think he found that funny and said he would do his best to get the bumper fixed.

I know this may not seem major in the grand scheme of things, but when I feel I have been violated I just do not want to be taken advantage of and do nothing. I feel like I am speaking up for all who’ve been screwed by big business, and I will do whatever I can to make things right! I just hope my dark cloud of shit-on-my-parade doesn’t follow me.

Peace,
DeMo

GA Peach

Makes me proud to be from GA.

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Video was of Lynn Westmoreland’s appearance on the Colbert Report. Lynn was totally made fun of and looked like a complete ASS! The link must have been taken down from my original source. If you can find it, definitely take a look. It is hysterical.

Peace,
DeMo

Quicker Update

The folks visit was nice. I think they were here about 3 hours before the first fight broke out. Not too bad. I figured it would have started a bit later in the evening, but I knew it would have started, it always does. We went to MD for crab cakes for Father’s Day and my friends Mara and Jim came with us. I needed some sanity in the car with me when dealing with my parents. Thank God, because someone else witnessed the conversation about my dad and him changing his initials to JDDM. Since our last name is De Marco, he feels that each of the letters that are capitalized justify its own initial. This is wrong, but there is not telling him. That would be like someone with the last name O’Malley having the initials O M; wrong! We went round and round with him, getting madder and madder until we had to just drop the conversation. He could not get it into his head that he was wrong and we would not change his mind no matter what we said. He is just a stubborn old man whose mission is to drive everyone crazy. I am just glad Mara and Jim where there to see it 1st hand.

I am still getting over my cold. Sudafed cold and sinus is a savior and I recommend it for anyone who has a slight cold and wants to knock it out quick!

My SUV on the other hand is not knocked out quick. I finally got it back last night, after 2 weeks and noticed 2 gouges indented into my back bumper. I told the insurance company and they said they would take care of it, but the agent called me and said they would “investigate” the situation. That means they are going to call the tow company and the tow company is going to say they didn’t do it, the service company is going to say they didn’t do it and then the insurance company is going to say they are not going to cover it. Then I am going to get fucked once again. Even though the gouges were not there when I left my car with the tower the night of the accident, it is my fault the bumper was damaged. Then, to top it off the agent told me to take my SUV home and return my rental.

So, I drove my SUV home and noticed some slight swaying in the drive home, but when I got home there was a loud clank/bang in the transmission coming from the rear of my SUV. I called the place I picked it up from and told them everything that had just happened and they sent a tow truck, once again, to tow my SUV back to the service center. They said to hold on to the rental and they will be looking into the problem. He said there are cases where there are hidden issues and this seems like one of those times. I said great, just my luck! So again, I am without my car and I am going on week 3.

To top it off, my work laptop is crashing and I am having it re-imaged tomorrow. That means they have to rebuild the hard drive and swipe everything from my current hard drive.

Peace,
DeMo

Quick Update

I am still without my SUV. Thay are waiting for a part to come in and they hope to have it by Friday. So they have me waiting 2 weeks for them, but I have only 24 hours to pick my car up or else (this is where the 'duhn-duhn-duh-dumm' music plays).

My parents are driving, as I type this, on their way to see me for fathers day. They will spend the weekend with me...and NO I am not the father, my dad is. He wants some good crab cakes for his special day, so they headed up here. We know this little out of the way place where they serve these huge crab cakes; the size of your fist. Mmm...mmmm....good!

To top it all off, I am sick. I think I am the only person who can get a cold in the summer. It is fucking June, almost July, and I have a cold. Can you believe that! I swear I am just about to go nuts with all the shit that goes on in my life. I just can't win for loosing.

At least the folks are bringing me some GA sweet tea!

Peace,
DeMo

Bellagio Fountains Move Over



Once the little Movie screen appears, Turn up your Volume and Hit Play.

Peace,
DeMo

Rub One Off

It seems my bad luck is rubbing off on people:

My boss' car did not start yesterday and had to get his car towed, my co worker got rear ended today by some guy who did not notice she was stopped and while I was in the car with an other coworker this car next to us drove off the road and ended up driving off of a little cliff getting stuck.

I am not a superstitious person, but I swear I think I may be cursed. My boss did have problems with his car before but that was around the time I was having with my car and my eye. Coincidence, I don't think so.

My coworker was driving back to my office when she got hit. She was on the opposite side of the building where I got hit, but she got hit just the same. She was OK, but her car has two hole punctures in her bumper where the other truck hit her.

Lastly, when I was in my other coworker's car today, we were waiting on my boss and this car was going around us and ended up driving off of the road and practically driving off of the driveway and onto the supporting wall. The car ended up getting hung of the bottom of the car just past the driver side wheel. I had to admit I laughed, just because it was not me, but I felt sorry for the bitch. I mean, it was her fault cause she could not drive, and she did not notice the huge 5 foot drop off.

I guess it is nice to see it is not just me who's life is in the crapper!

Peace,
DeMo

Life Kicks You In The Ass

So, after you have read my pervious blog and seen all the shit that has happened to me in the past week, I am sure you must be say "Things have to get better for that poor bastard." Yeah, not so much. Last night as I was leaving work some mother fucker who can't drive decides to ignore the stop sign, cross the yellow line and, OH BY THE WAY, turn into a one way street to go the wrong way and plow right into the back of my side of the car.

Typical for me, driving minding my own bisness and crunch this fuck comes out of now where and slams into my rear tire area. So now, I get out and see he can't speak English cause he just ran across the border, but thank God he had insurance. I called the cops and we went throught the motions.

The police could not site him, due to the fact we were on private property, but they said they would have love to have charged him. There were many things he did wrong. I said thanks, that made me feel better, NOT. But what ever. I had my car towed to the tow yard and a buddy of mine came and picked my up.

Now I am waiting for the claims person to look at my car and set me up with a rental. I just hope it can all be done quickly. I am just so tired of all this shit happening. When will something go right?

Peace,
DeMo

College Daze

OK, so my car issues turned out to just be the battery, THANK GOD! Nothing more than low juice, so had the batt replaced and I was go to go.

Yesterday I picked up some students from American University and George Washington University and we headed down to Charlotte to Queens College for one of Pi Kapps leadership conferences. In my many years as a Pi Kapp this is going to be my first experience at Pi Kapp college, so I am not sure what to expect....

The drive down sucked!!! What was to take about 6 hours took over 7 due to major rain storms and stupid ass drivers! Then when we finally made it to the college, we had no clue where to go. The directions I had did not give specific details on where to go once you get to the school. I had to drive around three times before I found the parking deck. You know how it really sucks when you see where you wanna go, but you just don't know how to get there, yea, that was me.

So we do the check in, and I say my hellos to all my friends that work at National and I head to my home away from home. As I walk to across campus memories of my old school days came rushing back. Me with my bedding in hand and my suitcase over my shoulder I entered into my dorm for the first time. Lord that stale smell hit me like a ton of bricks.

I entered into the lobby, which is the common room with a ping pong table and foos-balls table and a TV and some chairs. Reminded me of my dorm back at VSU, but this room was ten times as shitty as the one I had. It looked like it was in mid renovation or something. I walked pass and made it into the hallway were the dorm rooms were, looking for my room....Looking for 124. I found the room, but there seemed to be a work order on the door to fix shit that was broken in the room. I thought typical of my luck and entered.

2 beds, 2 desks, a mini fridge/microwave, a mirror and a closet for 2. Not bad as dorms go. I mean it was way bigger then the one I had 13 years ago. Nothing like the GA State Village dorms - those kids don't know how good they have it! I made my bed and headed to dinner. Noodles and red sauce. I would say spaghetti and maraniara, but NO. Wasn't too bad..I only had a few bites.

After dinner I had to get to the first opening meeting, but no where on any of the information did it say where the hell to go, so me and about 20 students just stood around with our fingers in our asses trying to call people to find out where to go. Finally I got some info and we were off. Pi Kapp College had officially begun...

More to come about the weekend later,
DeMo

In A Day Of The Life Of

Let me give you a peek into the life of me. I know I might complain about the shit that might go on in my life, but this shit I really can’t make up!

Last Thursday I went to the doctor because I was experiencing more and more headaches, so she put me on a different medication. I started to take the new prescription and for 3 straight days – Friday, Saturday, and Sunday – I had a headache straight through. I stopped taking the new medication and the headaches stopped. Some help this new medication was for stopping my headaches!

So, my 3-day weekend was now in the shitter, so Monday night I was watching TV and I noticed the TV was getting blurry. I rubbed my eye and rubbed my eye and rubbed some more, but no relief was in sight. After an hour of fighting the blurriness, I had to take out my contact and found out my eye was infected. YEAH! All night I washed out my eye and tried to keep it as clean as I could. The next day I stayed home from work because I could not see out of my left eye. Later that night I was supposed to watch Pearl Jam in concert, but if I was blind in one eye, I wasn’t sure if that was going to be possible. All day I washed my eye every 30 minutes, so by 4 pm I was finally able to put in my contact. I was able to see. I guess my luck was starting to turn. I knew I wasn’t living in a black cloud every day.

I left to pick up my friend for the Pearl Jam concert, knocked on her door to get her, went back to my SUV to drive us to the concert and my FUCKING SUV would not start! My black cloud found me again. We tried to jump start the thing, but nothing happened. The engine just would not turn over. After sweating our asses off trying to get my SUV to start we gave up. So we wouldn’t miss the concert, my friend ended up driving us. The Pearl Jam concert was AWESOME!!!!, but I was able to truly enjoy it because I was thinking about my SUV and wondering what the hell could be wrong with it and if I was going to be able to drive to my conference on Friday.

The next day, Wednesday, I called a my insurance company to get my car towed, since it wouldn’t start and they would have a wrecker come to tow me to the dealer. The wrecker was to meet me at my SUV. I headed to meet him and got caught in some road construction traffic and was about 10 mins late and the wrecker left. Typical DeMarco luck!!! I had to go back to my office, call the insurance company, they had to call the wrecker to come back and then I had to go back and meet them once again. When I got to my friend’s house I tried to start my SUV, just to make sure it still didn’t work, and it did not start. Finally, The wrecker showed up and the guy tried start the SUV and it started. The fucking thing Started!!!!!!! I about shit in my pants, I was so pissed. I could not believe it. I had him still tow it to the dealer just incase, and once there, the SUV started about another 5 times with the service agent watching as I tried to reproduce the problem I had the night before. I felt like a total prick. They are going to try to find the problem and fix it by tomorrow night. I still have to drive to Charlotte on Friday. We’ll see how that goes.

After I had the service agent look at my SUV and write up the ticket I needed a ride back to my office because I left my condo keys there. I had the courtesy shuttle take me, but first he had to drop someone else off first. We drove about 20 mins out of the way to drop the lady off who didn’t know where she lived, or how to get to her place. I was so mad! Finally, I had to try to figure out where she lived and try to translate it to our straight off the boat from China driver who spoke two words of English. I thought I was in some kind of Twilight Zone movie; it was so comical, this ride was. This lady did not remember the name of her street, the driver could only say Metro (subway), but sounded like “met-row.” Once we dropped this bitch off at a corner that looked familiar to her, we headed to the metro, so he could make his scheduled pickup. Then back to the dealership we went. I told him he needed to take me to my work and he just looked at me. I am not sure why he thought I was still in his car, but I wanted to just punch him. I just said, “GO!” and pointed. After 45 mins I made it to my office, which was only about 2 miles down the road.

When I was in the elevator I thought about when I get my keys I had no way of getting home, so I was going to need to walk back to my condo. Which I guess was the perfect way to end my day; a mile walk in 90-degree weather in a long sleeve shirt. But to my surprise, my coworker was just leaving and I was able to snag a ride with her. Thank God for small favors! When I got home I quickly became an alcoholic!

Peace,
DeMo

You Gotta See This Remix










Peace,
DeMo

Things to be Happy About

I am not dead. That says a lot for me, since I have been in and out of both the hospital and physical therapy with no signs of an end. It seems that no matter how well I get, there always tends to be another issue popping up with me. You might say I was a hypochondriac, but there really is always something wrong with me. When I complain about not feeling good or if something hurts the doctors always confirm it and nine out of ten times schedule me for surgery. Man, those people with mental issues get all the luck!

X3 is coming out this weekend and I can’t wait to see that movie. I was a big fan of the X-men comics when I was a kid, and now to see those characters come to life is just a childhood dream come true. I enjoyed the first 2 movies. Granted, the first time I saw X-men I had to head to the ER with my friend who was having what she thought to be a heart attack. There was about 20 minutes left of the film and we had to go. Luckily, she was OK, it must have just been gas, but I missed the end of the movie and had to hear all about it from my friends. The second movie, X2, was seen, but not remembered. I was wasted before, continued to drink during and totally threw up after the movie. Thank God for rentals cause that is how I saw that one. Guess X2 was awesome to see in the theaters, looked good on TV. This weekend is X3, so we’ll see how I do with that sequel.

Hot fun in the summer time! Well you would think so, but up here in the great state of Virginny it is cold as a mother fucker! I am wearing a sweater. Can you believe it, a sweater less than 10 days from June? I had my fireplace on last night cause I left my window open and my Condo was freezing. I know some of you might say I am crazy, or that it is not that cold, but when you’re used to wearing shorts starting in April and having a dark, golden tan by mid May, this shit ain’t cutting it. Sooner or later the mercury will rise and the digits will go over 80 and I am sure I’ll start to bitch about how warm it is getting, but until then – Fuck It, it's cold!

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia is coming back to the FX channel in June. June 29th to be exact! I can’t wait. That is one of the best shows on TV. If you remember way back when in one of my earlier blogs I spoke about how great this show was and how upset I was it was off the air. Well season 2 is back and it looks better than ever. Danny Devito has joined the cast for what looks like a hell of a good time. Check your local listing for It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia!

Last but Not Least...Madonna's Summer Tour Started on Sunday and I have tickets to her show in NY on June 28th!!!!!! ooh, I think I've just cum.

Peace,
DeMo

Stats

During an hour's swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 liter of urine.

In an average day your hands will have come into indirect contact with 15 penises (touching door handles etc.)

An average person's yearly fast food intake will contain 12 pubic hairs.

In a year you will have swallowed 14 insects - while you slept!

Annually you will shake hands with 11 women who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.

Annually you will shake hands with 6 men who have recently masturbated and failed to wash their hands.

In a lifetime 22 workmen will have examined the contents of your dirty linen basket.

At an average wedding reception you have a 1/100 chance of getting a cold sore from one of the guests.

Daily you will breath in 1 liter of other peoples' anal gases.

-Kinda makes you wanna stay home and never leave!

Peace,
DeMo

Hey There

OK, so I have not written in a while and I guess it is because I have been a bit depressed/a bit stressed/you name it I've been it. Work has been kicking my ass the past few weeks and I have just been going crazy.

I went home for Easter, and since I have returned I have not even unpacked. I know, WTF...but my schedule has just been so nuts with work and PT I am getting home so late the last thing I remember is to unpack and do laundry.

Work has been totally stressing me out lately and I was told my boss twice now I wanted to quit. Granted, it was all heat of the moment stuff, but I was just so mad at how I was being treated here. I feel like I was getting no respect for what I was doing and I seem to be getting blamed for shit that was not my fault. Plus, we have a customer who could give Jack Nicholson a run for his money in 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest'. She has been a real psycho bitch these past few weeks and I have been getting yelled at for nothing. That has really pissed me off. Plus, teammates are now quitting and we are getting more and more work shifted around to eachother. Everyone seems to be on edge, so there is not telling what is going to happen around here.

PT is a different story. I went last night for my final visit for my knee and back. Yippie! Well, kinda, I have to go to a back specialist now, so he can focus in on my back and hopefully elevate the pain which I have. My knee is about 90% better and they hope with time it will fix itself. Granted, I have been going there for 10 months now for 2 surgeries, I would have thought I would be running and jumping, but I'll take what I can get.

I am going to call it a day and wrap this post up. My folks are coming up for the weekend for Mother's Day and I have to go home and finish cleaning up. So take care and I hope your days have been better than mine!

Peace,
DeMo

Blow Me - It May Save Your Life

Study: Fellatio may significantly decrease the risk of breast cancer in women

(AP) -- Women who perform the act of fellatio (blow job, oral sex) and swallow semen (cum, Adam's special sauce) on a regular basis, one to two times a week, may reduce their risk of breast cancer by up to 40 percent, a North Carolina State University study found.

Doctors had never suspected a link between the act of fellatio and breast cancer, but new research being performed at North Carolina State University is starting to suggest that there could be an important link between the two.

In a study of over 15,000 women suspected of having performed regular fellatio and swallowed the ejaculatory fluid, over the past ten years, the researchers found that those actually having performed the act regularly, one to two times a week, had a lower occurance of breast cancer than those who had not. There was no increased risk, however, for those who did not regularly perform.

"I think it removes the last shade of doubt that fellatio is actually a healthy act," said Dr. A.J. Kramer of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, who was not involved in the research. "I am surprised by these findings, but am also excited that the researchers may have discovered a relatively easy way to lower the occurance of breast cancer in women."

The University researchers stressed that, though breast cancer is relatively uncommon, any steps taken to reduce the risk would be a wise decision

"Only with regular occurance will your chances be reduced, so I encourage all women out there to make fellatio an important part of their daily routine," said Dr. Helena Shifteer, one of the researchers at the University. "Since the emergence of the research, I try to fellate at least once every other night to reduce my chances."

The study is reported in Friday's Journal of Medical Research.

In 1991, 43,582 women died of breast cancer, as reported by the National Cancer Institute.

Dr. Len Lictepeen, deputy chief medical officer for the American Cancer Society, said women should not overlook or "play down" these findings.

"This will hopefully change women's practice and patterns, resulting in a severe drop in the future number of cases," Lictepeen said.

Sooner said the research shows no increase in the risk of breast cancer in those who are, for whatever reason, not able to fellate regularly.

"There's definitely fertile ground for more research. Many have stepped forward to volunteer for related research now in the planning stages," he said.

Almost every woman is, at some point, going to perform the act of fellatio, but it is the frequency at which this event occurs that makes the difference, say researchers. Also key seems to be the protein and enzyme count in the semen, but researchers are again waiting for more test data.

The reasearch consisted of two groups, 6,246 women ages 25 to 45 who had performed fellatio and swallowed on a regular basis over the past five to ten years, and 9,728 women who had not or did not swallow. The group of women who had performed and swallowed had a breast cancer rate of 1.9 percent and the group who had not had a breast cancer rate of 10.4 percent.

"The findings do suggest that there are other causes for breast cancer besides the absence of regular fellatio," Shafteer said. "It's a cause, not THE cause."

Peace,
DeMo

Batter Up

So much has happened since the last time I posted something, so I will try to fill you in without writing a short novel. I know how exciting it must be to see a new post after such a long time, so I'll make sure to make it a good one. I have been working like crazy and going to PT, so most of my time is wrapped up in that, but I have a few moments when I have been able to pull myself away and have some fun. But speaking of PT, I am now going for my back as well as my knee. I hope to be finishing up in May, but who knows???

Last week I took a few days off and headed back to GA to see my family and friends. It was so nice to be back in GA where the weather is warm and the ladies are hot! I spent my first night hanging out with Remi and Karla and my little Godson Marcus. He is getting so big and cute. He did nothing but smile and giggle and laugh, well that could have been gas, while I was there. After we watched Remi's baseball team kick some ass on the diamond, we headed back to his house and had some dinner. I got to play with Marcus a bit more before it was his bath time and he was off to sleep. Luckily, Karla took over and gave him the bath. It was great to see them, since I never really get out to his house that much.

Friday, I spent the day with mom and we went into Atlanta to see Bodies...The Exhibition. This is the most awesomest thing I have ever seen. They take dead people, scrape off all their skin and you can see the muscles, veins, arteries, organs and bones of all the dead folks. "Once dissected, the specimen is immersed in acetone, which eliminates all body water. The specimen is then placed in a large bath of silicone, or polymer, and sealed in a vacuum chamber. Under vacuum, acetone leaves the body in the form of gas and the polymer replaces it, entering each cell and body tissue. A catalyst is then applied to the specimen, hardening it and completing the process." If you have a chance to see this exhibit, I recommend you go. It is without a doubt the best thing I have seen in a while. Check out the website here: BODIES...The Exhibition.

Saturday, I went to see my friend Julie and her son, Holden. He is anther baby that is just growing like a weed. Holden is about 4 months old and he is just a firecracker. We had lunch with Holden and her husband Brian and after we finished they headed out. I did a little shopping and then met Jon and Chris for dinner in the same area, The Highlands. We ate at Murphy's and had a bottle of wine while we waited for the table. About 45 mins later and a bottle of wine we were seated and had a pretty good meal. If you have never been to Murphy's in the Highland (GA) , then I say give a whirl. It is a nice place and the food ain’t bad. After dinner we headed to a bar for some after dinner drinks and we stayed there talking, catching up for about another 2 hours. After that long day, I was ready to hit the hay.

Easter, Mr. Easter Bunny dropped by the DeMarco's and we had a little Easter breakfast before we started our day. We had reservations at Maggiano's for lunch, so we did not want to eat too much before we had lunch. My mom's friends joined us for lunch and we began to enjoy our Easter dinner at Maggiano's. Two hours later we finished dinner. The server was so slow and such a bad facilitator of our courses, we stayed at our table for 2 hours. Then to top it off he tried to scam us on our bill by giving us all separate checks and then when we paid he would delete a bill or 2, so he could walk with our money; Oldest scam in the book. I had to call the manager to our table after that. Now, I used to work at that Maggiano's, so I knew the manager and we talked a bit and I told him about everything that went wrong. He said his manager apologies and compt’d us 50%. I wasn't looking for that, but I'll take it. After dinner we went back to 'rent's house and we had some light snacks and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Not a bad flick.

Monday, my big day!!!! I was a guest DJ on Q100 and I had the time of my life!!! Tracy St George was so much fun and all the calls and emails made me feel like I was someone special. I was able to announced the traffic report -some guy was going to jump off of an over pass during lunch hour traffic, he shut down the highway for 3+hours. People called and wanted the police to just go ahead and push him, so traffic could start moving again. After 60 minutes, my time was up and I left the station. I had over 20 voice messages on my cell from my loyal listeners. Thank you and I will be back on the air Aug 7th. I was so good they asked me back. That date also just happens to be my Bday, incase you want to get me a gift.

Later Monday night, I met up with my old Maggiano coworkers and we hung out a 6 Feet Under for some drinks and food. We chatted and laughed, took a few pictures and had some more drinks. After we wore out our welcome there, we headed to E. Atlanta to a bar for more spirits; Gotta love my drinking buddies. I stayed there till about 1am and then called it a day. It was so great to hang out with that crew. I hope everyone has a group of friends you can hang out with and it doesn't matter how much time passes between seeing each other. It is like you never left.

Tuesday, I had lunch with some of the Pi Kapps from GA State. We talked about what's been going on and then just hung out for a bit before they had to get back to class. Oh class, yeah, don't miss that. Have fun in grad school Matt! As the night grew near, I began to pack and headed for the airport. Back to VA and the place I now call home. I miss Atlanta and all my friends and family, but home is where the heart is. I guess I never really left home with so many people there who love and support me.

Peace,
DeMo

DJ DeMo

Don't forget to listen on Monday April 17th to Q 100 for me and Tracy St. George. I'll be on MyToons @ Noon from 12-1pm, so stop what your doing and listen in. On the FM dial that is 100.5 (Atlanta), web streamers that is http://www.allthehitsq100.com . Now you know, so tune and listen!

Just Peachy

I am not sure what great philosopher once said it, but to paraphrase him: Just because champagne comes in a small glass, doesn’t mean it still can’t kick your ass! Needless to say, I had a good time Friday night, but to the folks who were drinking the Bellini’s you had a great time – not that you’d remember.

Peace,
DeMo

Ass Kicking Week

This week has been one of those weeks that has just kicked my ass. I thought Tuesday was Friday again. But alas today is Friday and I am so happy. Two days of relaxation and enjoyment of no work!! Thank God! I am so over my job right now. There is just so much bull shit at my place of biz-nezz right now it ain’t even funny.

In thirteen days I head back home to GA to see my friends and family, and I can not wait to get away from the insanity of NG (my company). We just had one of our members of our team let go by our customer and the rumor around the team is an X-team member and I had that person fired. Like I have that kind of power. Get real! This person has been slacking for months now and the customer had finally had enough. She was not going to be paying an arm and a leg for dead weight. So blame me whatever. I am over it.

This week I also had my back examined because I am still having pains from my knee surgery. I know…but why in your back hurting from knee surgery…I had an epidural done instead of local anesthesia for that knee surgery. It seems there might have been some minor nerve interference causing my spine to kinda lock inturn not allowing me to be able to extend fully. Joy, more PT!!!! I just can never fucking win!

My buddy Scott sent me these Wall Art Pics. I thought they were pretty cool. From one angle it just looks like line, but from another angle the lines create an optical allusion:




Peace,
DeMo

On the Q Tip

On April 17th - Monday - from 11:45 am til 12:45 pm I'll be a guest DJ on Atlanta's Q 100, that's 100.5 FM, or stream it on www.allthehitsq100.com and listen to me. I'll be playing some of my favorite dance songs with on of my favorite DJs Tracy St. George...and no they are not all Madonna songs. If they let me play the songs I picked, then they will all be remixes, but who knows. They might end up just let me play the original versions.

I hope you all can listen in and if you want give a call 404-741-1005 while I am there.

Peace,
DeMo

Flashback

This past Saturday the town of Ballston was home to the annual block party called Shamrock Fest. This is an outdoor block party with live bands, rides, food carts and most importantly beer trucks.

The city closes the streets around the local mall and local folk gather to listen to bands, drink beer and have a good time. The festivities started at noon and went on till 8ish. It was our intention to get there bout 1ish, but I got a late start due to my evening at the old folks concert the night before and the cab we called took almost an hour and a half to pick us up.

Once we go into the party, there were a ton of people dressed in green, since it was a pre-celebratory party for St Patty’s Day. All that was missing was the green beer. I went to there with Mara and Jim, but we met up with a buddy of Jim’s and his girlfriend. I was meeting my physical therapist and a few others from the PT clinic. Mara was also meeting some of her coworkers there, so all and all we have a pretty big group with us.

As fate would have it, the people I was meeting had to leave early for dinner plans and the rest of the PT folks I never found, so my group was out. Mara’s coworkers just stayed in the spot, so we ditched them and after the sun went down Jim’s friends left because the girlfriend got cold. At the end it was just me, Mara and Jim, and we stayed till they kicked us out.

We headed back to Jim’s friend’s place, Mara went home and Jim, his friend, Bray, and I headed to the bar. We went to Dr. Dremo’s for some beers and awesome Nachos. We stayed there for a while. Bray was the first to leave and Jim and I had a few more beers until the conversation died. We were both slipping into beer comas.

We headed out looking for a cab and Jim wanted Wendy’s, but as anyone who has been drunk and walked into a drive thru knows, you have to be in a car for the drive thru to take your order. We saw a cab in the drive thru, so we waited for him to finish getting his food and we hopped in. I think the cabbie was pissed, cause he wanted to eat, but we didn’t care. He had him take use back through the drive thru, so we could place our order. We were going to get out after we placed the order so we could eat, but we just had him take us back to Jim’s.

Once at Jim’s, we ate out Wendy’s and watched TV. Modern Problems was on HBO, so we watched that and Jim began to tell me how that was the 1st rated R move he saw when he was a kid. His friend’s mom snuck them into the movie. He told the friend’s name, but I don’t remember at this point in time. Once he finished we watch the movie a bit and then he began to tell me about the first time he saw this movie and how it was the 1st rated R movie he saw. I know I was drunk, but I swear I thought I just heard this story. I sat there and listed like it was a new story. Once he finished, we watched a bit more until he began to tell me the story about how this was the first time he had seen this move and it was the first rated R movie he had ever seen. OK, by this time I knew I had heard it. He had no clue had was telling the story over and over. By the time we were passing out, he had told me the story of him seeing this move 5 times. Good story didn’t need to hear it five times.

Well, that was my Saturday night. I guess that will get me ready for the real St Patty’s Day. I can’t wait for Friday. More drinking and debauchery will be at hand. Have a great weekend what ever you do. Be safe and take care.

Peace,
DeMo

Something's in the Water

This weekend 2 buddies of mine welcomed their sons into the world.

The first of my friends I have known since we were about 3 or 4 years old. His son was born Friday afternoon and they named him Samuel Baine. Here is a picture of Jason's son. If you know Jason you can see that his son looks just like him.

The second of my friends I met in college back in '93 and we have stayed in touch ever since. Friday, Bob's wife went into labor around noon and 13 hours later she popped out their son Shahmir. I would have a picture of him, but I am not sure how to get it out of my phone and onto my computer.

I want to wish both my friends and their newly expanded families a congratulations and best of luck on the up coming weeks when you are trying to sleep.

Peace,
DeMo

Nighthawks Down

Friday night I went out with Kat and one of her coworkers to see this band, the Nighthawks, play. They were performing in a little venue that used to be a two level movie theatre. They gutted out the lower level and put in two bars, a dance floor and some table and chairs. The balcony level still has the original seating of movie seats. For those of you from Atlanta it is like the Tabernacle.

I was already warned that I would be the youngest person in there, but I thought Kat was just kidding. I pulled into the parking lot, and I parked next to the Harley section. I gently opened my door as to not cause a domino effect of bikes and have my assed kicked by the sweat-hogs. I did think to myself, it was a good thing I wore my leather jacket that looked like a biker’s jacket, so I somewhat fit in as I walked past their leather wearing, Harley mamma, hog riding crew.

I met up with my party at the ticket stand and for $17 dollars we were in. Yup $17 bucks for a ticket and the lady before us was complaining about the price being too high. She would have died to know I spent over $200 for a Madonna ticket, but that is my own insanity. We enter the concert hall and it was awesomely bad. The place had character, stains, a retirement section, and I am sure a little bit of mold. But it was a place you knew only bands who really understood music would even think about playing.

We got to our table and had a few drinks and some food before the band went on. As I looked around, Kat was right. I was the youngest person in the room. Minus the workers, I was the youngest person who actually paid to be there. Well, I take that back. One guy there was about the age of 12. Guessing he was there with his parents and it must have been close to his bedtime, ‘cause they left bout 10:30, so I was the youngest once again.

The band took their place on stage and what a motley crew they where. One of them looked like the cable guy from the Blue Collar comedy group with Jeff Foxworthy. I bet they were all in their 50’s, late 50’s, and still loving what they were doing. The music they played had a funky beat, but with a nice rock back vibe. It was nice to see a band that understood music had soul and lyrics had meaning.

The audience on the other hand, well, they were just about as much fun to watch as the band. It seems to be a member of the fan club you have to sport male pattern baldness or a mullet in the shade of grey. The women just have to wear their hair high, bleached and adorn one of those looks that say I’m really a dirty girl on the inside. There were these two women who looked like the Gastineau Girls from VH1, but they were both the old one. I am sure they were both thanking God for low lighting and the ability to hide in the shadows.

Last but not least, there was a man who was front and center dancing like Elaine from Seinfeld. This guy was going to town in his own little world. He wasn’t even dancing to the music. He was so out of it, but that guy seemed to enjoy himself and we enjoyed watching him, so it was all good!

By the end of the night, I was pretty buzzed and had a great time. I am thinking of going back in a few weeks to see David Alan Coe. Next time I think I may drink more before hand cause their drinks were a bit pricy, but I guess they need to jack up the price to pay for their Hulk Hogan wanna-be of a security guard. He kept walking around with his flashlight, like these old folks are going to start something. Their biggest fear would be to fall and break a hip. Not to start a fight and get tossed out by him.

Peace,
DeMo