Hello, new readers. I've added a pre-dated entry to stay at the top of my 'recent entries' list so that new visitors to this journal can learn a bit about me.

As it says on my userinfo page (which is still recommended reading, by the way. This post is just a short 'hello' and meant to redirect people to the info page), it all starts here (with my first post). Check out the info page and then my first entry, and you'll be halfway to knowing all you need to know about me. Other useful links include:

• My Band's website,
• My MySpace, and
• My Band's MySpace (feel free to add us!)

Welcome!

Dear Friend,

PLEASE CLICK HERE and nominate Vicarious Me for Best Punk Band. You don't have to be from Houston. There are only a few days left, so we want to get as many as possible to do this. You can only vote once per IP address, tho, so spread the word!

Also, if you're in the Houston area this Friday, come see us:



THANK YOU!,

Vicarious Me
Chris/Josh/Marvin/Mike

This cracked me up: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2007/12/20bannish.html


JESUS CHRIST
DECIDES HE DOESN'T
WANT TO CELEBRATE
HIS BIRTHDAY
THIS YEAR.
BY MATT BANNISH
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( Seriously, guys, no party this year... )

jenmcd,

after keeping it in my kitchen cabinet for over a year, i finally used that bread machine you gave me.

*goes back to store for more bread mix*

yum!

Also, not that I should have to announce this, but lest anyone be confused by the eruption of crap spewing from Mt. Tami,

...as of 12/27/07, I am CLEAN as a whistle. Squeaky, even.

That is all. Carry on.

CORRECTION: She didn't call Shelly's ex, she wrote him on MySpace. And tried to be sneaky about it. Hahahaha. "Hi, I saw that we both have (____) and (____) on our friends' list...", referring to other people who work with the ex at (____).

His page is set to private. She couldn't see his friends list.

Oops! (eyeroll)

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EDIT: See also - http://bluegrasspecial.livejournal.com/366595.html

So she's trolling random people I've never even met? Assuming this is going in alpha order, you'll probably hear from this psycho skank soon. Apologies in advance, or feel free to ban_set juciest and save yourself the trouble. She's taking lessons from Ling-Ling, I see. *shakes head*

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080114/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iran_us_navy

Discuss...

BACK!

http://syndicated.livejournal.com/pennyarcaderss/162985.html

If:

• you're stalking an unrequited interest,
• you're jealous of someone else he's dated (on the ridiculous assumption that he would have dated you instead, if only...),
• you're spewing uninformed nonsense about both your interest and the perceived rival online,
• you're so far gone that you've tracked down the perceived rival's former employer and called them looking for dirt on the rival,
• you're also calling the rival's ex-husband for the same purpose,

-and-

• you're denying your true motivations by saying you're no longer interested in your interest, because there's NO WAY IN HELL you'd ever want to be with anyone who's been with your perceived rival,

then it's probably a bad idea to hit on the ex-husband in question during the conversation. (Hint: He's been with her, too!)

Just an FYI, for future reference.

Happy stalking!

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She's e-mailed me yet again (third time this afternoon!) to blame someone else for calling the man and/or hitting on him. Sure. And why the hell would he make this up?

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OMG. My backchannel is lit up like times square. And it's a riot. She's on total meltdown, e-mailing everybody she can find. Fester, fester, fester.

Where's my peroxide again?

Just to clarify, because some of her posts can be confusing: I never dated, nor was I ever romantically involved with, Tami/juciest, in any way. I made an effort to be her friend, nothing more, but -- after many, many months -- she was unable to change the subject from why-won't-you-date-me-why-am-I-not-good-enough-no-fuck-that-I'm-too-good-for-any-man-except-the-one-who-died-oh-I-can't-catch-a-break-poor-pitiful-me, and I simply got tired of the nonstop pity party. I was VERY clear to her from day one that I was willing to be friends with her as long as she understood that that was ALL it would ever be, and she claimed at the time to understand and be okay with it.

Back at the beginning of last year, when I was broke and bored, she would call me up and offer to take me out someplace. I made it clear to her that I was unable to afford anything, and she told me she didn't mind, it was her treat, etc. I also told her - and I made a point to be clear about this - that my acceptance of her offer to treat me to a night out in no way implied a romantic connection between the two of us. I specifically said that I was not in the business of leading people on, and I made sure she acknowledged this. At the time, she claimed to understand this.

I am now accused of "using" her and "leading her on". Nothing could be further from the truth. I could point out multiple instances where she contradicts herself on this point, but what's the use? She knows. I know. And hopefully now that I've stopped trying to be nice to her out of pity she'll get over it and move on. Sheesh. Some people. I am wayyy too nice.

There's more to be said, but I'll let it be said by people she has to listen to. My direct involvement in her soap opera is over. *whew!*

Did anyone else notice that they cut to sHillary the very moment Edwards said, "the forces of status quo"? Nicely done, ABC. Not that it matters. You can stick a fork in the Clinton campaign. The "there he goes again" moment on the GOP side was when Romney said, "don't mischaracterize my position" and Huckabee shot back, "which one?" D'ohh!

Speaking of the '08 primaries, I took that candidate matching quiz, and -- taking into account that many of the questions/answers are flawed -- the results didn't surprise me much, other than the figure at the very top. I've been leaning McCain for a while (the Jack Kemp endorsement only piling on), and I have a hard time taking Romney seriously. He just seems too... product. I like Thompson but think he strikes me as the one guy on our team who could actually lose the general election to a dem. I don't know as much about Huckabee as I should, and even less about Tancredo. I like Rudy for New York, but he's way too liberal for the whole country. Is it too late to draft Newt?

The results:

82% Mitt Romney
80% John McCain
78% Fred Thompson
75% Mike Huckabee
72% Tom Tancredo
68% Ron Paul
65% Rudy Giuliani
35% Bill Richardson
28% Chris Dodd
27% Joe Biden
26% Hillary Clinton
24% Mike Gravel
24% John Edwards
23% Barack Obama
20% Dennis Kucinich

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

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Friday after work, it was me, Mike, Puerto-rican Frank, Brittany, Geo, Shelly, Ginny, and Missy (Ginny's new GF, who we kept referring to as Anna Nicole) at the TexMex place near the house. There were margaritas. There was lunch. And then we all ended up back at my place for more drinks and darts. I had barely dented the booze from NYE, and I'm not much of a drinker anyway, so I needed help. Missy managed to stick a plastic-tipped dart in the wall:


that dart isn't resting atop the cabinet. it's stuck in the wall.

From there the fiesta dwindled to six, as Mike and Frank took off. Around 8:00 Brittany and Geo decided we needed spring rolls, so we ended up at Mai's for dinner. There was vietnamese coffee, which I desperately needed at this point. After dinner most of us ended up back at my place. I went to bed before everyone left, but a good time was had by all.

Saturday afternoon I hung out with Jennifer (for those of you keeping track, this would be Jennifer #9, who is presently without nickname), and after stopping in the heights for dinner at La Jaliscience, we met up with a few of her friends at Catbirds. She was downing Cosmos all night, and I made the mistake of ordering a pint of Arrogant Bastard (they have it on tap now!). I'm a lightweight, and after downing a glass of that stuff I was glad I hadn't driven. Jennifer, on her way to the bar, asked what I wanted for my next round. "Coffee!" I begged. She got me an Irish coffee. It was mostly Jameson's. Somewhere, Nemain was giggling.

Next stop: Avantgarden, or the-venue-formerly-known-as-Helios. They made a LOT of changes during the remodel. Dubtex (Dubtex is Jeremy's band. Jennifer, coincidentally, is Jeremy's sister) was playing upstairs, and the show was the debut of a new lineup. They were funky and earnest. It was very enjoyable. The club is still way too small for live music of this sort, but I enjoyed the show anyway, from my pressed-against-the-back-wall vantage point.

Sunday was lazy day. I was worn out, so I slept in. I had contemplated laundry, but the roommate beat me to the washer, so I settled for cooking. I made a big pot of my signature cajun 15-bean & sausage soup, with rice. I did very little the rest of the day. And I'm still a bit on the tired side. Meh. Good thing it's a connect-the-dots afternoon.