Well the golf has finally ended. I didn't get a chance to see today's conclusion, but I enjoyed the fact that the Tiger was once again left in the dust - this time by some kid who had one victory in his entire career coming into the tournament (the Tiger has 67 wins - and that just includes official PGA sanctioned events). But the main thing about the golf was the coverage on NBC. It reached an all time low. Johnny Miller was, as always, a tedious gasbag (the only fun part about listening to Miller is that everything he says can be construed as sexual innuendo {he's always mentioning balls, shafts, nozzles, putters, holes, explosions, etc} - in fact I mentioned this to Andy Friday afternoon and I think I ruined him on listening to Miller with a straight face from now on too). But Saturday NBC decided to let Al Roker do weather updates with that midget Bob Costas all day. And they were insufferable. Roker kept promising that play was about to stop and yet they went all the way to 7 at night before they stopped it. Pitiful. Why give updates to the folks watching about how a stoppage in play is imminent? Let's just keep watching until the USGA officials blow the horn to stop it. That way no one is constantly annoyed by Roker and that midget Costas' silly "banter" and we can see more actual golf shots too! At least the tournament ended well today. So that's something at least.
I was visiting with a sometimes reader of this blog on Saturday. And this particular sometimes reader has never had the fortune (or should I say misfortune) of meeting Geilfuss. This sometimes reader asked me if the stories involving Geilfuss accurately reflect the reality that is the Real Geilfuss or if I occasionally take poetic license with stories involving Geilfuss. And I answered this sometimes reader this way "Well Beth, I'll be totally honest with you. If anything, I don't go into nearly all the negative detail I could about Geilfuss. If you can believe it, I cut him some slack on my blog. I'm really doing the kid a big favor." This sometimes reader said "Well, maybe I don't want to meet him then." I said "If you do ever meet him, and I can arrange that, bring along a pair of men's shoes for the kid, because he's likely to lose a pair at the drop of a hat on any given night." This sometimes reader said "Aren't you exaggerating about Geilfuss losing all these pairs of shoes?" I replied "You have no idea. I can't even wrap my mind around it. It hurts my head too much. He lost another pair last night at a 3 kegger in Salisbury." This sometimes reader said "Oh my!"
I saw where there is some revolution type deal going on over in Persia somewhere. I have no idea - I stay away from the news as much as possible. But what I heard about this Persian revolution deal is that Barack Hussein Obama referred to the fake leader of whatever country it is as "Supreme Leader." Now that strikes me as a term that only a strong believer in this fake ruler would use, a person who might be trying to hide his real intentions from his worshippers, err...followers. In fact, it seems reasonable to think that by calling this fake Persian ruler "Supreme Leader," old Barry is giving us all another indication that he really is a hard core Muslim, not a follower of that African wizard guy from Chicago.
Oh, speaking of Persians - when I was talking to that same sometimes reader Saturday (the sometimes reader who opined about Geilfuss' realness), we got to talking about how if you ever date a Greek girl, what inevitably ends up happening after you break up with them is that you date a Persian girl next. The reason I know I'm right about that is that the sometimes reader admitted her brother had the same experience. I don't know why this is the case, but I feel like it's 100% accurate. After you've done a Greek, you always move on to a Persian next. It's uncanny.
Mary was evidently driving by the building where I have an office last Wednesday and I got a text that said she was gonna wave to the building as she passed by. So, I texted back and said that I'd walk over and talk to the building about waving back. Now, being that I try to keep a promise, what I did is walked over and spoke to the building; I said "Building, when Mary drives by you, she is gonna wave. And I want you to wave back. OK. You got me there building?" But the building didn't answer me. The building was pissing me off. So, I told the building that I was gonna have the woman who runs the whole operation here give it a stern talking to about waving back to someone driving by. And I did. I sent the woman in charge of the whole operation an email and told her in no uncertain terms how unhappy I was with this no wave back policy that the building had adopted. In fact I called the building mutinous for not waving back to Mary. So, hopefully the woman in charge of the whole operation can get through to the building and talk some common sense into it. The reason being is that the next time Mary drives by the building and waves, I don't want Mary to get upset that the building did not wave back to her. I'm doing everything I can to get this no waving problem rectified. I really am.
I ran into the Jacobys last Thursday at Get Bent Lounge (all of them were out for once). And my man Mark was hitting on these 2 hairdressers down the bar a ways. So, Andy had some shots sent down to these hairdresser girls, but had them sent courtesy of Mark. Andy wanted to help Mark out in his quest for these 2 hairdressers (he's nice that way). We were all surprised and impressed to see a Jacoby doing work. In fact, Geilfuss was so amazed I thought he was gonna pass out at the site of the whole tawdry scene. After awhile I stumbled down to the part of the bar where Mark was doing work on these 2 hairdressers. And at one point I asked one of these hairdressers "Do you do guys or just women?" And one of them answered me "We only do women." And I turned to Mark and said "I think you're wasting your time dude. These chicks are admitted lesbians." Mark about fell over laughing at that point. One of these hairdressers followed me outside to bum a smoke and I have no recollection of what she said at all (I'm afraid I was a bit in the bag). But, I did take notice to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were protruding at me like, well, big protruding nipples. And when I went back inside, I told Mark that he made an excellent choice on the girls he was doing work on - wonderful except for the fact that they only do women part anyway. And that might be an important lesson for Mark as he moves forward doing work in the future. If he's gonna delve into that world, a world that many of us know all too well, he's gonna have to learn to stay away from lesbian hairdressers; unless of course he can talk them into a threesome. If Mark accomplishes that; well, I say, more power to him. Rock on Jacobys.
Earlier last Thursday Andy, Tyson, Dan, and I were out playing the trivia at Bar Pig Suey. And we pulled out an epic victory. We were down and they asked questions involving Shakespeare, Sherlock Holmes, and Mick Jagger eating a Mars bar out of a vagina. And we nailed all 3 to take the lead (even though I've never read any Shakespeare or old AC Doyle or anything else, I occasionally woke up in English class and heard other students babbling on about old Billy and Andy knows about Sherlock Holmes, he's read every story). Even Tyson got into the act at one point, as he got a question right about the host of the Country Music Awards. So, we were up going into the final and I won't give away the question they asked, but I will say this - it involved Spanish royalty and I was the only person in the whole damn bar who figured it out. It was fun. We'll be back again soon I imagine.
I was watching this movie with Steve McQueen last night. It was directed by the guy who also directed The Sound Of Music. And I'd never seen the thing before. But the lady who was so good in Carnal Knowledge was in it (not Ann-Margret, the other one). And this lady was probably like 19 when she filmed this movie with Steve McQueen. And she was pretty striking looking. She really was.
Keith sent me an email with some lyrics in it and wanted me to guess the song or the artist or something. And I obliged him. I think he enjoys trying to figure out the song I quote at the end of each post, that and trying to figure out how the picture each day might relate to some mention in the post. And if readers enjoy it, then that's cool. You can lie and tell others that you're exercising your brain as you read this blog - although we all know that's utterly ridiculous.
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