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Well, I made my first trip to Cowboy Stadium on Saturday night.
This was probably the first football game that I’ve seen (live) in about uh…..ever?
Not sure if high school games count. And I’m not sure if it really counts since I decided to watch most of it while I was sitting. It’s a good thing that the “Jerry Jones” guy decided to put a 72 ft tall video screen in the middle. While the seats we had were good, everyone stood up to watch the game – blocking our view. Well, most everybody. Since I wasn’t wearing team colors of any kind, myself and my daughter watched the screen rather than the field.
Of course, it should go without saying that football is a pretty major pastime in Texas. Since I’m not really “Texas blood” but somewhat of a transfer, I never picked up the inclination to ever watch nor even learn how it’s played. How many home-runs can a team get before half-time? I digress.
When I was in elementary school, I knew a guy (whose name I will withhold) and he had a lunchbox that had pictures of the helmets of all 200 or whatever football teams on them. Daily, (religiously almost) he’d have me hold the lunchbox and he would name every single team that had a helmet pictured on the box. Then, he would point the box at me, and say, “Now it’s YOUR turn”. I’d typically get them all wrong. Mostly because I didn’t care, I never bothered to even pay attention while he was doing it. Now, to me, this was a completely pointless exercise. It wasn’t impressing ME, and it’s not like anyone was around watching.
At this point, I’m not even sure why I was sitting next to him?
I looked him up on Facebook the other day. He’s a lawyer now.
otherwise known as, “What I did on my summer vacation”.
Since my backyard is nature central for no apparent reason, I find something new every time I’m back there. In prep for my trip to LA, I needed to mow – so that it wasn’t totally out of control by the time I got back. Speaking of which, I actually need to be packing RIGHT NOW.
I was walking around, looking at some things that I needed to use the weedeater on, and nearly tripped over a baby squirrel. It looked like it had fallen out of the tree. I went and got a box and a shovel, so that I could transfer the obviously living, blinking, and occasionally chirping squirrel into it. Poor little guy.
Once I got him into the box:
Being the city boy that I am, I immediately ran inside and googled what the hell I should do with a tiny, living, breathing baby squirrel. Pretty quick, it was apparent that I needed to contact a “Wildlife Rehabilitator” in my area. I called one and he suggested that I place the box in the nook of the tree. He also said that the baby should be picked up pretty quickly if it was making noise and it’s mother was near. Poor little guy (who I nick-named Binky after the old Life in Hell series) was pretty week, so he was only chirping when the box was moved around.
So after nothing happened for about forty minutes, I called the guy back and he said I could bring him by. I dropped him off and donated $40 to the guy since this “Wildlife Rehab” gig is a volunteer position. As soon as I opened the box, the guy grabs Binky and cups him in his hands. Binky almost bit him once, but then totally settled down and curled up. In talking to this guy, he hangs out at my next door neighbor’s house a lot and was the one that installed their pool (with waterfall) in their backyard. Small world! So we traded a bunch of stories about how strange the people were that owned my house before me, and I moved on.
He said that in about three months Binky would be taken out to a several hundred acre park in Cedar Hill. In all respects, Binky was healthy except just dehydrated.
Bye Binky!
Sometimes I don’t know why I make things so complicated.
Right now I’m studying the songs of Rivers Cuomo which while inspiring in a composition sense, are also mind blowing on the back end. It’s written somewhere that he has written somewhere in the neighborhood of 800 songs. Most of them have never seen the light of day.
But to have the patience and perseverence to write that many songs is really humbling. He researched songs and composers and took the best from all. And he was already freaking good at writing songs!
Seriously, the guy can write a good song.
So, while I tend to write what I think sounds good [verse]-[verse]-[verse]-[chorus]-[verse]-[bridge]-[chorus], I actually probably need to keep it much simpler. It’s suggested:
[Verse1] -[ Chorus1] – [Verse2] – [Chorus2] – [Bridge] – [Chorus3]
And I’ve got a really great song that I think I’m going to try to fit into that pattern. If it doesn’t work, then I just add more verses before and after the choruses. Sometimes I just need to quit overthinking it all.
In other news, went and got a haircut today (a devil’s haircut) and again, do I even need to say it? Feel like a million bucks.
You know it’s bad when I have to blog about the heat. C’mon, seriously?
It’s obviously been a tough summer – this is the worst I’ve experienced in my ten years in North Texas. On one hand, my sleep schedule is so bizarre right now that I don’t get anything done all day anyway – so sleeping through the heat and getting out later in the afternoon seems to be a worthwhile plan. I think we’re on our twentieth day of over 100 degree heat.
Due to my weird sleep schedule, I am struggling to water my plants consistently – I fear the worst. As long as the dewberry bushes survive, I’ll be happy.
In other news, in listening along to the various shows that my daughter watches, I have learned to love the cartoon “Adventure Time“.
With lines like, “Finn, being an enormous crotch kicking foot is a gift!” and “Ugh, it — it smells like vomit on fire.” and “It’s like fancy cheese in an old guy’s mouth.”
The show is just strange. In a good way.
I’m in the process of “re-imagining” my home bathrooms. I’ve decided to use Hollywood style spin/buzz words in order to properly show how enthusiastic I am that I’ll be in L.A. next week (end). I’m totally looking forward to the trip.
Anyway, back to the bathrooms. Well, the main bathroom (not the “master” bath) is first in line – since visitors typically use this bathroom. So I’ve been perusing tile patterns, and plans, and measuring, and planning, and measuring, and perusing tile patterns, etc, etc, etc.
Then I realized that in order to rebuild the main bathroom, I may have to enable the master bathroom (which is even grosser than the main bathroom). Which means I need to retile, and possibly install a new shower floor which is turning into ANOTHER headache. It’s like the list keeps getting longer and longer. Although I CAN re-tile without replacing that shower floor, it needs to be replaced….so……..another brick in the wall….err……shower floor pan install.
On the plus side, if I do it right, it should look cool.
Or horrible.
Son of a gun! I totally forgot that it’s Friday the 13th!
Part of me is itching to go to the tattoo studio and do something silly. It’s about time that I mark this point in my life with some more ink, but I’m really hesitant to just plop on a $13 Friday the 13th tattoo. I’m thinking like, should I offer the artist an extra $20 to put a little more detail on it? Then of course, I’m straying from the entire intent of the $13 tattoo. In that case, I should just plan on getting what I’ve been meaning to get for a while – and skip the $13 tattoo.
I think I’m going to go check it out anyway, and see what they’ve got. If I really like something, then I’ll get it.
Of course, I’ve also got two movies I need to watch, and I’m trying to model my bathroom in Google SketchUp because I’m finding that the more and more I clean, the more and more I hate the way the bathroom was remodeled. In order to fix it, I have to demolish pretty much everything – so, I may try and model it (for the hell of it) and try and see if I can find a scheme that I like. Beyond that, I have the bare outline of a song that I need to work on.
Decisions, decisions.
Whenever I buy something at my local grocery store that has a small magnetic security tag on it, I like to take the tag off before I check out. I place the tag on something innocuous – something that would NEVER require theft prevention. Fruit is always fun, but something like a pack of bologna or a carton of orange juice usually is less obvious.
I’m absolutely sure that the loss prevention departments in these stores absolutely loathe people like me, but in all fairness, I’m purchasing whatever it is I’m pulling the tag off of. Also, in my experience, the loss prevention people are so overwhelmed by actual theft that they wouldn’t bother trying to catch me doing it. I also shop at one of the nicer stores in my area, which makes it much more random and less obvious.
I’d feel bad about it, but it’s too much fun thinking about the karmic justice that I’m probably wreaking on someone’s life.
*ALARM*
“M’am, I’m sorry – did you scan this banana?”
In other news, my brother invited myself and my daughter to a college football game that is being held at Cowboy Stadium. While I only know the absolute bare basic information about football (take away my man card now) I’m looking forward to hanging out with my brother. My daughter was on a drill team as their mascot for a high school team a while back and so she’s got some semi-formed opinions about football. “Tony Romo sucks.” She probably knows better than I do about this, since paying attention to football is a little less than last on my list. It ranks right above cleaning out the litter box and somewhere below…uh…everything else.
Needless to say, I was dwarfed when I walked toward the stadium to trade in the papers that I had for tickets. It’s a nice stadium and all, and I hear I can rent my house out on Superbowl weekend (this year? next year? who the hell knows?). But all in all, it will be less of a reason to watch football as it will be to drink (overpriced) beer and eat (overpriced) hot dogs.
Gawd bless Americuh!
Whoo! It’s like I’m a new man.
Or, at least a different man.
I’ve been pretty restless of late. After attending Viva Dallas Burlesque, I have to take a break from burlesque shows. Something clicked last time and I just went, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Break time!”. Not sure why that happened. The embarrassment of riches? Just because I CAN go to a show almost every other weekend doesn’t mean I should?
That being said, I have found various ways of occupying myself. Started working on my home again, in hopes of improving it? Cleaning, cleaning, more cleaning. My restlessness is carried throughout my home, as I wander (float?) from room to room trying to piece together what’s going on.
I started using Skype again, and I’m still trying to figure out why anyone would want to link their Skype profile with their Myspace profile? Nut jobs.
