Final wrap -Nadrubloda

So after the Funkle Ester rehearsal last night, I met up with Gunner and Brett who had been saucing it up for a few hours. While I had consumed my fair share throughout practice I was way behind by Athenian and probably Nadrubola standards.

Athenian standards...


I few drinks with Gunner and Brett, a McDonald's run, and three hours later, we poured ourselves in the front door and I went straight to bed at 3 AM.

No drama, no ranting, just drinking and blogging with a rehearsal and old friends.

Dave sent me this to me a few ago....

A "heads up" for those of you who may be regular Home Depot (or, Lowes)
customers.

Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out
shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite
traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you.

Here's how the scam works:

Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as
you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping
your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling
out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you
thank them and offer them a tip, they say "No" and instead ask you for a
ride to another Home Depot or Lowe's. You agree and they get in the back
seat. On the way, they start having sex with each other. Then one of
them climbs over into the front seat and performs oral sex on you, while
the other one steals your wallet.

I had my wallet stolen September 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th,
17th, 20th, &24th. Also October 1st, 3rd, twice on the 7th, three times
just yesterday and very likely again this upcoming weekend.

So be careful!

Drunk blogging dos

While I'm here drinking beer and trying to blog in between the Bee Gees, Chicago, Michael Jackson and Earth, Wind, and Fire; Brett and Gunner are figuring out the meaning of life and curing cancer and world famine (Read: getting sauced). I dropped them off in downtown Athens three hours ago and I can only imagine the shape they are in at this point.

nadrubloda this

Nadrubola update

Currently drinking in Athens, 90 miles from the house in Snobb County.

I'm enduring a Funkle Ester rehearsal gig for New Year's Eve for Spiral Entertainment. Four beers in, and not surprisingly, the more I drink the better the band sounds.

Drink this

Technically it is the 29th so National Drunk Blogging Day has begun and I am more than toasty. Past toasty actually. Drunk really. I've had my share, your share, and his share; I've had a lot. Going to bed. We'll do this again tomorrow (later today) .

Fix this

Since Monday the house has been undergoing some slow but noticeable changes. I have removed an old and busted overhead kitchen light fixture and replaced it with a new swanky one. Ok, not really swanky, it's a standard halogen overhead kitchen light fixture but unlike the old one, this one works. It works too well. The energy efficient, T-8, bulbs that are currently in it are so bright, you could perform surgery in the kitchen.

Also replaced; the over the stove microwave. The old one stopped cooking things a few months after moving in and replacing it has not been a priority. However, reclaiming the counter space has been a priority of late. The new one has been installed and the counter top version has been shipped back to it's home in the attic.

But here is the really exciting part. (You know you are getting old when you get excited over home improvement projects.) For those that have visited the house, you are aware of the hideous flower wall paper that contaminates the kitchen. It's coming down as I type and will be replaced with a sage(ish) color of paint. Finally the wallpaper from hell (all wallpaper comes from hell, but this wall paper is really really fucking ugly.) is going away.

What makes all of this better? I'm not doing it. I'm not lifting a finger. Pros are coming in to take down the wall paper, clean the walls, prime the walls, and then paint the kitchen, entryway, stairwell and the upstairs hallway.

Yes, I could go home every day after work and put in four to five hours of work a night to take down Satan's wall paper, clean the walls, prime the walls and then paint but that would end up taking at least a week to finish and dozens of years off my life. If you've never dealt with wallpaper before, here's a piece of advice. Don't. Ever. Wallpaper is the devil. Currently in the house, there are three men that will do all of the above in, count it, one day. Worth every penny.

Free this

Free $15 itunes gift card

Just fill out a quick 1-2 minute survey and you'll get your card in the mail in about four weeks.
Just remember that you represent a business looking for a scanner (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).

Gerald Ford Dana Carvey SNL Tom Brokaw

When Brett sent me the news last night of Gerald Ford's passing, the image of Dana Carvey from this 1996 SNL sketch popped into my head.

I have started, stopped, and saved a few posts over the past week. Finding time to finish them with the hustle and bustle of the holidays has just been difficult. That's not true, I just preferred to take a nap than finish. So in an effort to clean out the unpublished thoughts, here are three from last week that I didn't get around to posting.

1.
I got a wild hair and started googling some folks from college. I started with Duane Holloway (don't ask me why) and didn't find much, so I googled his wife and found this. That's something.

2.
How Martin Gandy and I have managed to keep in touch with each other from elementary school is beyond me. We have been friends from Cub Scouts, through middle school, high school, and college and despite that we still mange to keep in touch.

Martin has always been a huge baseball fan and about 9 months ago he started a blog to chronicle his first year as a Braves season ticket holder. (Two notes: 1) The same season he gets season tickets, also marks the first time in fourteen years that the Braves didn't win their division or make the playoffs. Not that anyone else noticed, but he and I both know where the blame really lies. 2) When I say a "huge fan" read, holy shit this guy knows way too much about baseball.) After a few months of his blog, he was invited to join the staff of Talking Chop, a Braves website. He accepted and in a flash, he took over most, if not all, of the writing duties.

As a result of his talent and knowledge, Martin has been honored by Baseball Digest Daily as one of the top personalities of 2006. I'm so happy that he has finally found an outlet for his endless knowledge of baseball, now if he could only find a nice girl.


3.
Originally post on Fark, reposted by Robby Rattail found via Tony. (Slow day at the office)

10 wierdest Bible verses

10. 2 Kings 2:23-24 NKJV
Then he went up from there to Bethel; and as he was going up the road, some youths came from the city and mocked him, and said to him, "Go up, you baldhead! Go up, you baldhead!" So he turned around and looked at them, and pronounced a curse on them in the name of the LORD. And two female bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths.

(True meaning; Don't fuck with the bald guys, we have mind control over the animals.)


9. Mark 14:51-52 NASB
A young man was following Him, wearing nothing but a linen sheet over his naked body; and they seized him. But he pulled free of the linen sheet and escaped naked.

(Does anyone else envision the greased up naked guy from Family Guy?)


8. Deuteronomy 23:1 ESV
No one whose testicles are crushed or whose male organ is cut off shall enter the assembly of the Lord.

(That's not fair.)


7. Genesis 38:8-10 NASB
Then Judah said to Onan, "Go in to your brother's wife, and perform your duty as a brother-in-law to her, and raise up offspring for your brother." Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so when he went in to his brother's wife, he wasted his seed on the ground in order not to give offspring to his brother. But what he did was displeasing in the sight of the LORD; so He took his life also.

Every sperm is sacred, sperm spern is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.


6.
1 Samuel 18:25-27 ESV Then Saul said, "Thus shall you say to David, "The king desires no bride-price except a hundred foreskins of the Philistines, that he may be avenged of the king's enemies."" Now Saul thought to make David fall by the hand of the Philistines. And when his servants told David these words, it pleased David well to be the king's son-in-law. Before the time had expired, David arose and went, along with his men, and killed two hundred of the Philistines. And David brought their foreskins, which were given in full number to the king, that he might become the king's son-in-law. And Saul gave him his daughter Michal for a wife.

(Foreskins!!! I got foreskins!!! Collect them all, get a bride!!!)


5. Exodus 4:24-25 NASB
Now it came about at the lodging place on the way that the LORD met him and sought to put him to death. Then Zipporah took a flint and cut off her son's foreskin and threw it at Moses' feet, and she said, "You are indeed a bridegroom of blood to me."


4. Ezekiel 16:17 NIV
You also took the fine jewelry I gave you, the jewelry made of my gold and silver, and you made for yourself male idols and engaged in prostitution with them.


3. Ezekiel 23:19-20 NET Yet she increased her prostitution, remembering the days of her youth when she engaged in prostitution in the land of Egypt. She lusted after their genitals as large as those of donkeys, and their seminal emission was as strong as that of stallions.

(and their shit was as strong as that of oxen.)


2. Judges 3:19-25 ESV
And Ehud reached with his left hand, took the sword from his right thigh, and thrust it into his belly. And the hilt also went in after the blade, and the fat closed over the blade, for he did not pull the sword out of his belly; and the dung came immediatelyollowed immediatly by Lance Bass and Neil Patrick Harris)


1. Deuteronomy 25:11-12 NASB
If two men, a man and his countryman, are struggling together, and the wife of one comes near to deliver her husband from the hand of the one who is striking him, and puts out her hand and seizes his genitals, then you shall cut off her hand; you shall not show pity.

(Sorry sweetie, you know the rules, grab another man's package in an attempt to save my life, you have to lose your hands)

Safe travels happy holidays to all!!!

Oh Happy Happy Day

The religious zealots of Cobb County lost their bid to force their religion into our public school system. I'm not against religion, but I am against my tax dollars paying for an idea based on religion being taught in our schools.

And...Reggie Ball has been declared academically ineligible for the last game of his collegiate career.

What a great day!!!

Rooster in a

I have never been a fan of Justin Timberlake. While I've been impressed with some of his performances, I've never found his music to life altering in anyway. But everytime he hosts SNL, it has been pretty good. He hosted this past weekend and if you haven't seen the digital short entitled Cock in a Box, you can watch it here.

And if you're still struggling to find me a holiday gift, I would really like a pair of vacuum shoes.

Cirque This

Friday evening I went to Atlantic Station to watch Kit perform in Cirque Du Soleil's Corteo. I had a spare ticket so my hot date for the evening was Keith and boy howdy does he clean up good.

We arrived early enough to grab an overpriced drink at Rosa Mexicano, tasty, but way over priced. I think the convenience of living in a work/play/live community like Atlantic Station would be great, but the cost of actually living there would make me broke in under a month. Regardless, we sipped and caught up for a few then headed on down to the big blue and yellow tent.

While breaking the rules of blogging about work you need to know that the tickets were provided via work. The only reason I say this is because the tickets I received were very expensive and I don't want to put the false idea out there that A) I would ever spend that much money on tickets or B) I that I could actually afford tickets this expensive. So the following is sharing and it's here for me to remember this experience later in life. So PBBBTHHHH!!!

We arrived a few minutes after seven and spent the better part of an hour in Tapis Rouge. The alcohol was sponsored by Bombay Sapphire and I took full advantage of that in a very civilized way. The very good, hand passed, heavy hors'deurves consisted of doughnut hole sized chicken cordon bleu, racks of chipotle shrimp served in Asian soup spoons, honey marinated beef won tons, shots of lobster bisque served from a cotton candy tray, and a few other items I can't remember. It was as good as that first bj from your best friend's Mom when you were 16 but much more satisfying.

A minute or two before 8 PM, we made our way to our fifth row seats that were approximately six feet from Kit's percussion world. Hail Xenu that the majority of his percussion gear is electronic and thus not distracting. If it was someone might want to kick him in the face.

In preparation for seeing the show I watched it on Bravo about a month ago and I wasn't impressed. It seemed too artsy without any real substance. It lacked an oomph to really sell me. But that was on television. Live, the show is grand and over the top without being too artsy or cheesy. Each act brought something fresh to the stage. There were more than a few moments that I didn't want to end.

The musicians were also very good. If I wasn't paying attention I would swear that it was tracked. While the some of the compositions lacked imagination and/or depth, the performance of the music was fantastic. Dare I even say better than some of the pit orchestras I have heard recently.

There was a 30 minutes intermission, during which we headed back into the private tent for more drinks. The food had been replaced by an array of finger deserts, that I can't begin to describe because I don't eat dessert. But when you entered the tent you became overwhelmed with the decedent smell of instant weight gain.

I would go many more times over the next six weeks if the tickets were cheaper. Don't take that to mean that I think the show is overpriced (and after seeing what they have to do to put on the show, it is not overpriced). What I mean is that I wish the tickets were more easily obtainable for my budget.

If you can; go. If not, save for next year. Outstanding.

And.....

How 'bout them Dawgs!!!

I just asked someone this week; "What ever happened to Quincy Carter?"

Now we know.

2006

Idea by Galarza
List by me.

Where did I go in 2006?

Georgia
Florida
South Carolina
Tennessee
Nevada

What did I do in 2006?

Played multiple shows with Funkle Ester and Modern Skirts
Attended the Sugar Bowl, an AVP tournament, 7 UGA Football games, and 2 Braves games
Built cajons
Built a prop cart
Played a LOT of poker
Drank a LOT of beer
Got Lasik
Went to Whole World Theatre
Auditioned for a TV show


What did I watch in 2006?

V for Vendetta
Borat
Jesus is Magic
The Aristocrats
Bullshit

What happened to me in 2006?

Turned 30
Became employed again
Let an old grudge go and in turn I began acting closer to my age

Peter Boyle died last night.

I loved him in Young Frankenstein and if you haven't seen that movie, you haven't laughed.

I wonder what they were laughing at.

Really?

Saturday was spent cleaning the entire house top to bottom and putting away all of the laundry. For those that have visited the house, you know that the laundry likes to live on the dining room table. But on Saturday for the first time in a long time every piece of laundry found a home. My closet also underwent a major cleaning. Two garbage bags later, it sparkled like the first dew of Spring. All of the plain white t-shirts (crew neck of course) folded neatly next to beer t-shirts folded neatly, next to long sleeve t-shirts folded neatly, next to I could do this all day. The end result is a closet that will dress me at least 30 seconds faster than before.

Are you still reading this? Really?

Saturday night I ended up at Wild Wing to drink beer and watch Flux Capacitor, an 80's cover band. As far as the music goes they were pretty good with a decent schtick behind it. In the process of enjoying a pint or three, I ran into about 8 million people I attended high school with. That was not on the plan for the evening, but it was nice seeing everyone of them and really great seeing how happy they all are.

My Saturday night would have been great if not for the drunken phone call I received at 3:15 in the Gawd Damned morning that questioned my sexuality. Thanks guys, watch your cornhole, I'm coming for you. I found out on Sunday that I was not the only recipient of such treatment. Drunk dialing is only fun when the person you are calling is awake or will wake up. You have to remember what time zone you are in and what time zone you are calling. 2:15 AM Central is not the same as 2:15 AM Eastern.

Sunday I kicked Christmas' ass all over Snobb County and as far north as Kennesaw. 98% of my shopping is done and the majority of it is wrapped and under tree. The same tree that gave it's young life to become a decoration that will unceremoniously discarded on or near the first of the year.

Put on this

Another reason of why I am proud to be a white guy.

Oh and today is the 26th anniversey of John Lennon's death. So if you come across a Japanese woman singing badly, punch her in the face.

I had a conversation with someone recently that thought the chorus to the Vapors song was "Dirty Japanese".

Any recommendations for buying a dishwasher?

They say you learn something everyday.

Today, I learned that I do not like wearing v-necked t-shirts. It's just a plain white t-shirt to wear underneath dress shirts for work, right? No. But it's not all my fault. V-necked t-shirts seduced me. They seemed innocent enough on the shelf, all shiny in their cellophane. But the packaging was so seductive. The attractive model looking at me with those eyes; eyes that said that I could look good in a v-necked t-shirt.

The eyes lied. My body can not wear v-neck t-shirts for the following two reasons. 1) I don't have the requisite man cleavage to pull it off. 2) I'm much too hairy to look normal in a v-necked t-shirt.

Tomorrow, why Roe Vs Wade should be overturned and why I can't wear a thong. Not necessarily in that order.

If you are a Netflix customer this will interest you.

If you like bodily noises this will interest you.

Acts 20:35 this

Today I got to make someone so happy that she instantly broke into tears of joy.

Normally, this would be the last place on the internet you would find Bible verses; but after today, I have found one part to be true.

It is better to give than to receive.

I get it, for the first time ever, I get it.

Hearing her tears of joy made me crack. I can't remember ever crying for happiness before.

Speaking of emotional outbursts. The following two items will make me cry every time; the movie Armageddon starring Bruce Willis and the song O Holy Night when performed very very well. It's not the message, it's the ebb and flow of the chart that does it.

According to this ABH article; the restaurant formally known as Achim's Z-Bob is now called Uncle Otto's due to someone in New Mexico trademarking the "K-Bob". To further confuse you, the "K-Bob" is now called a "Kebap". And Achim is planning on franchising. I long for the day I can get a K-Bob in Snobb County.

Other Athenian business I noticed was that Mello Mushroom has closed. There is still a restaurant in the location that seems to serve similar fare, but the logo and all things "Mushroom" are gone. And I never did get around to finishing their beer list.

I don't know why NBC did this, but 30 Rock got picked up for a full season. I find nothing about the show funny. Ok Alec Baldwin is always funny, but that's it. Nothign else in that show is funny.

You can get this "Man Love" song from Scrubs free off of itunes, or you can just watch it here.

Athens this

I spent the weekend in the Classic City as an escape from the real world.

Friday night began at Last Resort with a decent glass of wine and awesome potato and onion pancakes. The house salad with vidalia and bacon dressing was moderate. But the main course of mashed potatoes, giant asparagus with a medium pepper encrusted fillet was great. Our server's name was Gary and he could have been any bass player you have ever met. But in spite of his social setbacks, the food was exactly to order and he was fun to laugh with.

Later that evening and the point of the trip was to attend a party hosted by two Funkle members. The highlights of the party included my head being placed between a friend's breasts who was laying on a pool table while her husband and many others watched. The same couple later gave me a ride back to the hotel. Those peeps are good friends. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time and I don't think she had either. By the way, and because I know you're reading, you got some nice boobies. Go ahead, I dare you to comment.

Right before that mammary moment, I tried unsuccessfully to convince a delightful liberal woman that the Supreme Court overturning Roe vs. Wade would be great for state rights and in turn, good for individual rights and more accountability of our local politicians. Well, you win some and you lose some. I'll go into this fucked up theory of mine later in the week, and before I get hate email; no, this doesn't mean I'm against abortion. I'm just against it being a national issue. In the end we agreed about the end result, but disagreed how to get there. So like I said, great party.

Saturday, late morning, I walked around downtown Athens with no place to go with no time table to meet. I was craving a K-bob (now called Uncle Otto's) sandwich. I was denied because they opened at noon with no meat. No really, they opened the doors with zero meat cooked and I was hungry. It was similar to Wendy's opening with no hamburgers at the ready. Ok, Achim, no money for you. I went to Barberitos and got a killer burrito instead.

In the process of wondering around, I ran into every member of the Mizzou Swim Team. I told them to tell Mike hello for me. Not really, but I secretly routed for them. They came in third.

Saturday Night Live is thinking about streaming the Friday night dress rehearsal on the web. While I find the idea intriging, I don't think I would actually sit down a watch it.

I think I might be the only person who has a crush on her, but Selma Blair is single again. Woo-Hoo!

Do we really need a third Starship Troopers movie. I didn't know there was even a second. Granted, in the first one we did get to see Dina Meyer's boobs. I wonder how many people clicked on the link thinking they would see Dina Meyer's boobs? Wrong, that link goes to her imdb page. Here's a link to her boobs from Starship Troopers.

And for the record, the only form or tool of physical fitness I think is stupid is this thing that I keep seeing people at the mall use.