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

Tag It And Bag It

When did we, as Americans, get so inept at closing plastic bags? I can remember when I was a young boy and all we had was a plastic sandwich bag and a twist tie. Then Glad invented the wonderful ‘Ziploc’. Well, you would have thought that crazy press and seal was the housewives’ newest vibrator. Back and forth, back and forth all day long, that is all you saw on TV, commercial plugging the new Ziploc bag and how great it was. You could enclose your soup in a plastic bag and play toss with it over your white carpet. How nice!

OK, we get it, your shit works. Everyone buys the bags, and no one seems to have issues with the high tech invention of the closure, but for some reason there seems to be some confusion and they come out with the ‘Yellow and Blue make Green’ closure. Not sure if this is to help preschoolers with their primary colors or what…but hey I can go with the flow.

From the color of the Ziploc to the Zipperloc, they just keep coming up with shit. Because running your finger along the plastic bag was so difficult, they installed a little zipper to close the bag. This new model increased the closure time of bags immensely and housewives across the country could put leftovers away in record time. Come on, are you for real. Are we really that retarded, oh I mean mentally challenged, that we needed help closing a fuckin’ bag?

Now, there is a new bag that has not one, but TWO locks to the zip! Is that really necessary? I mean come on, what kind of shit do you put in your bag that you need two zip locks? If your leftovers are that volatile, and need the extra security of two locks, put it in some Tupperware and be done with it. I think it is getting pretty ridiculous, don’t you? The next thing you’ll see is a Ziploc big enough you can put your head in.

What…they made that? Are you kidding me, an extra, extra, extra large Ziploc for really big leftovers? Hmmm…I see, I guess for when you cook that 30 lb turkey and need to store it whole. Get the fuck out of here. This is just plain silly. We are not stupid and do not need extra locks on the bags, we do not need fancy colors to let us know we’ve closed the bag and we do not need a bag large enough to cram Fido in when we want to throw him off the pier.

I would think all the money spent on research, testing and advertisement could have been spent on something more worth while and actually created something that helped us like a cure for a disease, or a pill that eliminates inventors who create plastic bags with features that are superfluous.

Peace,
DeMo