I cannot post

I have been so busy lately with some new job responsibilities so i have not been able to post, hopefully in the near future things will return to normal......stay tuned.

It's Been Awhile

It has been almost a week since my last post and for that I apologize. Although in my defense I really haven't done shit on any other front either, so it is not like I am being selectively neglectful. Anywho, last Wednesday and Thursday at the casino were pretty outrageous. I ended up gettin so drunk Wednesday night that I was actually quarantined at a bar until my friends came and got me. We did not go to sleep until around 5:30 or 6 in the morning. Yet, we had to be on the golf course by 8:00am. Let me tell you that is was not a pretty site. I was still drunk when I woke up and in order to stave off the inevitable hangover, I started the day with a screwdriver. And I continued alternating screwdrivers and Captain Morgans and Pepsi all day. I was so drunk at the end of the tournament that I could not even drive home. Thanks to jpdalewood for driving back to m-town. Oh yeah, I played some real shitty golf as well. But I survived to fight another day so I guess it was not all bad. I will not go into details of that Wednesday nite and Thursday, because they are a little hazy, but if you are a regular reader to the blog you understand that a lot of my nights are a little hazy. Hell half of my days are hazy. So next week I am going to Pikeville, Kentucky (cue "Deliverance" theme) to be in a wedding. This damn town is in the middle of BFE Appalachia. You know it is bad when the local hotel has a freaking hillbilly as its mascot. Although I am going to get to play golf on top of a strip mine whose land was reclaimed and the mountain was developed into a golf course. So that should be pretty cool. Well, I guess that is all for today so later taters. Peace out.

Which Super Hero am I?

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 85% The Flash 75% Batman 65% Hulk 65% Iron Man 65% Green Lantern 55% Catwoman 55% Robin 52% Superman 50% Supergirl 47% Wonder Woman 42%

Casino, Golf, Softball, and hamstring

Last night was another loss for our intrepid little softball team. We were run ruled by WTOK-TV. Oh well, I guess that is just how we roll. I am real excited today though, because tonite is going to be so fun. A group of us are going up to the Silverstar Resort and Casino for a golf tournament on Thursday. Tonite there is a reception for all the players and also a hospitality suite with free alcohol. You know, I don't think that two words go better together than "free" and "alcohol." The phrase just rolls off the tongue and literally makes by mouth water. I so cannot wait for tonite and tomorrow. Last year was a blast, I stayed wasted for about two days straight. Although going to work on Friday absolutely sucked balls. I just hope I am able to play well on Thursday because I did pull my hamstring last night in our futile attempt at playing softball. I don't think it will be too bad. If I just take about three of four loritabs I should not feel a thing. We should have a raucous good time. The Dancing Rabbit Golf Course is absolutely beautiful and is top notch. Plus they have a beverage cart that goes around, so you can buy more alcohol. Did I mention that I love alcohol. It is good. I probably will not gamble that much tonite as I really do not find it that entertaining, I will most likely just sit at the bar or hospitality suite and drink, then at about 4am go to the breakfast buffet and eat some grub. There are some pretty good places to eat at the resort. Well I will leave you now. So be sure to tune in Friday for all the details from tonite and Thursday.

Barbecue

This is too eloquent to have been written by me...Thanks Jason Sheehan of NPR.

All Things Considered, May 29, 2006 · After listening to the results of this project for several weeks, I knew I could do three minutes, too. Certainly not on world peace or the search for meaning in an increasingly distracted world or anything as grave and serious as all that, but on a belief just as true.
I believe in barbecue. As soul food and comfort food and health food, as a cuisine of both solace and celebration. When I'm feeling good, I want barbecue. And when I'm feeling bad, I just want barbecue more. I believe in barbecue in all its regional derivations, in its ethnic translations, in forms that range from white-tablecloth presentations of cunningly sauced costillas, to Chinese take-out spareribs that stain your fingers red, to the most authentic product of the tarpaper rib shacks of the Deep South. I believe that like sunshine and great sex, no day is bad that has barbecue in it.
I believe in the art of generations of pit men working in relative obscurity to keep alive the craft of slow smoking as it's been practiced for as long as there's been fire. A barbecue cook must have an intimate understanding of his work: the physics of fire and convection, the hard science of meat and heat and smoke -- and then forget it all to achieve a sort of gut-level, Zen instinct for the process.
I believe that barbecue drives culture, not the other way around. Some of the first blows struck for equality and civil rights in the Deep South were made not in the courtrooms or schools or on buses, but in the barbecue shacks. There were dining rooms, backyards and roadhouse juke joints in the South that were integrated long before any other public places.
I believe that good barbecue requires no decor, and that the best barbecue exists despite its trappings. Paper plates are okay in a barbecue joint. And paper napkins. And plastic silverware. And I believe that any place with a menu longer than can fit on a single page -- or better yet, just a chalkboard -- is coming dangerously close to putting on airs.
I believe that good barbecue needs sides the way good blues need rhythm, and that there is only one rule: Serve whatever you like, but whatever you serve, make it fresh. Have someone's mama in the back doing the "taters" and hush puppies and sweet tea, because Mama will know what she's doing -- or at least know better than some assembly-line worker bagging up powdered mashed potatoes by the ton.
I believe that proper barbecue ought to come in significant portions. Skinny people can eat barbecue, and do, but the kitchen should cook for a fat man who hasn't eaten since breakfast. My leftovers should last for days.
I believe that if you don't get sauce under your nails when you're eating, you're doing it wrong. I believe that if you don't ruin your shirt, you're not trying hard enough.
I believe -- I know -- there is no such thing as too much barbecue. Good, bad or in-between, old-fashioned pit-smoked or high-tech and modern; it doesn't matter. Existing without gimmickry, without the infernal swindles and capering of so much of contemporary cuisine, barbecue is truth; it is history and home, and the only thing I don't believe is that I'll ever get enough.

Well said, Well said.


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