UnwashedMass's blog

I wrote this sitting in the airport on the way home from Denver, watching the crowds and feeling the mood.  Little gloomy, but that was where I was at the moment. 

I wrote this sitting in the airport on the way home from Denver, watching the crowds and feeling the mood.  Little gloomy, but that was where I was at the moment. 

I was playing GoW last night with the usual suspects and we got to telling some stories. Now, mind you I am known for telling stories, almost all of which have some funny end to them, even if it wasn't particularly funny at the time. I am a firm believer that if you can't laugh at yourself, you got no right to laugh at anyone else. Hell, I'm the funniest guy I know, most of the time by accident.

I was playing GoW last night with the usual suspects and we got to telling some stories. Now, mind you I am known for telling stories, almost all of which have some funny end to them, even if it wasn't particularly funny at the time. I am a firm believer that if you can't laugh at yourself, you got no right to laugh at anyone else. Hell, I'm the funniest guy I know, most of the time by accident.

An update for you few who give a flying crap:

The Phoenix trip was one day, ten hours in a car with four hour break to work.  The upside was that I had Friday off. 

The ex is taking the boy to Sacramento to her brother's house, who is a cool uncle by all accounts.  On a side note, he's the only child of my ex-mother-in-law's who does not required heavy doses of behavior modification medication, so hopefully the boy will have a Merry Christmas.

An update for you few who give a flying crap:

The Phoenix trip was one day, ten hours in a car with four hour break to work.  The upside was that I had Friday off. 

The ex is taking the boy to Sacramento to her brother's house, who is a cool uncle by all accounts.  On a side note, he's the only child of my ex-mother-in-law's who does not required heavy doses of behavior modification medication, so hopefully the boy will have a Merry Christmas.

I know, nothing for a month and now two days in a row.  I guess I'm just bubbling over with attention-whore needs right now.

I'm damn cranky today and having a tough time figuring out why.  I played like crap on GoW last night, but I'm notoriously streaky.  Makes it tough to pin down why I suck from time to time, but I'm working on that. 

I know, nothing for a month and now two days in a row.  I guess I'm just bubbling over with attention-whore needs right now.

I'm damn cranky today and having a tough time figuring out why.  I played like crap on GoW last night, but I'm notoriously streaky.  Makes it tough to pin down why I suck from time to time, but I'm working on that. 

Between random bouts of mild depression and malaise, intermixed with a massive addiction to Gears of War, my blog has been severely neglected.  I thought I ought to let the good people who actually give a happy crap a bit of the Mass Da Ass news minute.

I own a 1995 Chevrolet Caprice 9C1. For those of youwho don't know what that is, it is a cop car. It's built a little tougher than the Impala and with a little elbow grease and paint, looks just as sharp. I bought it for a project car, my 'go fast grocery getter'. I wanted something we could ride around comfortably in, but would still smoke Mustangs. It is a bad ass sleeper right now, because as we all know, when you have the time to work on something like that, you don't have the money and when you have the money, you ain't got no damn time.