Never A Dull Moment

The Saga of Gertrude...

2006-03-28T11:38:00.000-05:00

Ok so we all remember the saga of Mildred and her poor offspring. Well as a recap, Mildred was a good for nothing pigeon mother that layed (2) eggs in a nest on my balcony. After they hatched she never attended to her offspring and as a result they died. One died because the bread I left outside for them was pressed into a suffocating helmet over one of the chicklings head, the other was just starved to death.

After this terrible occurence, another pigeon came by and layed (2) eggs in a nest on my balcony, we'll refer to her as Ethel. Now Ethel was a good mother and she kept her eggs warm and fed her kids until they were old enough to flap their wings and go about the world shitting on every car and on some innocent people.

It seems that in the underground pigeon network word has gone around informing all pigeons that my balcony is a safe haven to lay and raise kids. Its like my balcony is the shangri la of astoria for pigeons. So a couple weeks ago, I noticed Gertrude and her pretty shabby nest she built. I figured the wind would blow the nest right off the balcony. To my dismay the wind did not and she layed (2) eggs. She's been perched on the balcony day and night keeping those eggs warm. Even last night as I came out on the balcony to fire up the grill and make some Cajun style Rib-Eye Steaks for dinner, she kept her position and adamantly refused to leave. But I think she's getting used to the idea of me being around. I'm grateful for her accepting me out on the balcony as acceptable. I mean, the apartment is mine and all, but I suppose I'm intruding on her efforts to continue the "flying rat, good for nothing, no purpose on the food chain" process of rearing offspring.

So the story shall continue... Stay tuned for more exciting news coming from one balcony in Astoria.

A break from the normal serious entries...

2006-01-19T17:10:00.000-05:00

So graduation seems to be upon us... yes, I am finally going to graduate. I feel like Jeremy Piven from the movie "PCU" he was in college for like 9 years. I am currently going through the motions to ensure that I walk in the spring commencement.

Here's something retarded for all (3) of my readers to ponder. Acepting your money for what the CUNY system calls "tuition" for services that are never rendered. Mostly because more than 80% of the classes are taught by "adjuncts". Adjunct here is another word for grad-school student. It seems to avert some costs the university has made it mandatory that some grad-school students of CUNY programs teach at the undergraduate level. For instance, I had a "teacher" that was younger than me during my summer 2003. Now when I say younger I'm referring to the fact that he still had not reached puberty yet.

Then there's the class where the "teacher" doesn't even know how to use the software for the course. I actually know more about the class than he does in certain instances. And more often than not he'll ask me a question about the assignments. The class has started just asking me questions directly or for an explanation of the topic at hand. One student has even "tried" to complement my by stating that the school should pay me.

So back to the topic, it seems I have to "apply" for graduation. Doesn't this seem agregiously odd to you as well? What do they think I was doing for the duration of my stay at school? Isn't my curriculum a testimony to graduation. So the purpose has been explained to me somewhat. The process goes as this.

I submit my graduation audit to office of my major. They verify that I have successfully completed all requirements for said major. They then submit my audit to the Office of Registrar, where they also check to verify that I have met all my GER (General Education Requirements) aka Core Requirements, and finally to ensure that I have completed the magic number of 120 credits in doing so. If all is acceptable they all sign off on the audit and I am allowed to graduate.

So here's something that is a bit of a touchy subject to me... Apparently, my school is too good to accept military experience as college credit. All the other senior colleges of the university accept military as some sort of college credit. I don't see why my school or how my school is "too good" to accept it. I don't care what course the credit is accepted as, just so long as it helps the cause of getting me to the magic number of 120.

Since I can see the proverbial "light at the end of the tunnel", I've begun thinking about what I will do with all of my new found time. Tell you the truth, I feel "institutionalized" (from the movie Shawshank Redemption- if you haven't seen the movie, crawl out from your rock and rent/order the movie) like I wouldn't know what to do with myself and will find a way to get sent back to some institution of sorts. But that would mean more studying and exams and papers and crap of that sort which at this point in time I can whole-heartedly say.... NEVER AGAIN!!! But who knows what the future lies for me.

So thats me, and the happenings of my little life. In the words of Nick Professional Sports Guy

Good Night and help control the idiot population... have you stupid friends spayed or neutered.

Am I paranoid?...

2006-01-11T00:21:00.000-05:00

So I've never considered myself to be a paranoid person. I've always thought of myself to be proactive in securing my safety and that of my loved ones. Now this may seem at a topical level to be a means of justifying what some would call "paranoia". But I see it as me refusing by all means possible to decrease the likelihood of my becoming a "victim". Now when I say victim, it is loosely meant to hold the description of anyone that has be taken advantage of. It doesn't mean actual physical harm.

Now, if you've read any of my other entries on this blog it may seem a bit out of character for me to write on this topic. But this rare occasion of my more serious side is the result of two occurences.

Firstly, I have a neighbor in my building of Egyptian decent. Now, that doesn't seem to odd, downright common these days. I mean, I myself, am an Asian man living in the state of NY in the United States... so no biggie thus far. Well, a couple months ago, this "neighbor" up and just disappears for about a month with his family(wife and three kids). Now nobody would've really noticed or cared for that matter because frankly, we have more important things to concern our lives with than that of the travel habits of other tenants in the building. Now the reason this came to light is because a strange red-ish color began to stain my ceiling in the bathroom. So like most people I assumed it was a leak of sorts and more than likely originating from the tenant above me. I proceeded in telling the super of this problem and he addressed it accordingly only to find out that the tenant above me too had the same red-ish discolored ceiling in his bathroom as well. Now this where you all should be going..."hmmmmm seems odd".

So accordingly, the super went to the next apartment above. Low and behold it is the apartment where the Egyptian man and his family reside. Now I've never had a real problem with this man or his family. They really kept to themselves and never really bothered or imposed on anyone.

But to no avail is the super able to gain communication with the family, let alone access to the apartment to see if the "stain" also plagued this unit. It was at this time that the super and thru the complaint of several tenants on the floor did a foul smell become the second issue at hand. It seems that a rather pungent and offensive odor was eminating from this apartment. And still yet to no avail was anyone able to gain access or find these people. I mean how could anyone, they were in Egypt, supposedly, visiting a sick relative. (i'll explain later how I know this)

Anyway, the landlord was notified and the police were summoned to help open the apartment so it would be official and all and not breaking and entering. Well, thankfully, the odor was just food that had gone bad, and the stain was nowhere to be found.

Now that all the ground work has been layed out, this is where it gets weird. The apartment was very mess, disheveled at that. Like the tenants were in an extreme rush to get out of there. Initially this seems consistent with going to visit a sick relative. But the man returns without his family. Its been several months and the rest of the family has still yet to return.

Recently, said man has gained several more "guests" that seem to be staying with him. Thus far I have seen about 4-5 men of the same ethnicity staying with him. They all travel at weird hours like they don't have jobs and just kinda come and go without any real schedule. And the man kinda has this ritual of staying in his car after he parks it in the garage for an additional 10mins or so before going upstairs to his apt.

Even more suspect, is that this group of men while speaking in their native tongue always seem to feel the need to stop communicating to each other when there are others no in this circle in the immediate area. They stop mid-sentence wherever they are if another soul walks up. Even more recently, said man has changed his physical appearance somewhat, he shaved his mustache and his hair seems shorter than normal.

And at just around the same time his entourage showed up, the word "Egypt" seems to be getting carved into every possible wall and door around the building. Odd I ask, or coincidence?...

Well needless to say, at this point I'm quite resolute in being as situationally aware as possible. Who knows what lurks in the future of weird occurences...

Part II to come... stay tuned kiddies for it gets better.

wow has it been that long since I updated my blog?

2005-10-27T20:58:00.000-04:00

Indeed folks it has been several months. I apologize for the unannounced hiatus from writing.

So I do nothing pretty much all day, hit up a couple classes, maybe work a couple nights at the bar. But other than that, not much to announce. Chester is still a growing beast. He is officially 60+ lbs at just under 8 months old.

here is zorro and chester singing their duet debut of "If you leave me now..." by Chicago.

This is them singing at the highest note of the chorus... yes ladies and gents they are signed w/ a record label already... literally "def jamz records".

on an official poker note... now that the cold has enveloped us yet again, its time to shuffle up and deal!!!

there are several locations of texas hold em' poker... 2 of which are less than 3 blocks from each other. So kiddies, go out and rent Rounders and brush up on the lingo, b/c its a fast game and if you can't run w/ the big dawgs, then keep your asses on the porch!!

the other location is an occassional game in Brooklyn and one other spot in UES... (thats upper east side for you all you no nyc folks out there).

It's been a while...

2005-07-18T21:35:00.000-04:00

Chester now...

Chester at 2 months old...

So let's recap the last couple weeks. Just been laying back and enjoying my summer. Enjoying some of my time reading books... books I've been meaning to get around to and some books that I could never seem to get the right mindset into reading.

Zorro had his surgery to be neutered and have his cherry-eye removed. Gotta say, there was a slight hitch. He was breathing very poorly, actually he wasn't breathing at all, they staff at the vet's office had to breathe for him. But after a couple X-rays and a sonogram, all is well. Z has been a totally different dog too. He's become extremely affectionate and a lot more tolerant. Definitely more tolerant of Chester.

Chester, still has been growing at a geometric rate. He's like a mutant. After playing for a couple hours, he'll take a nap. And viola' he'll be taller or his paws will be bigger, or he'll put on about 5lbs. He's become a beast I must say. And his appetite just won't quit. After a full bowl of food, he'll scratch at the bottom as if magically more food will appear.

So now you can see what the monster looks like.

So the moment of peace didn't last...

2005-06-15T10:26:00.000-04:00

Saturday evening - driving to Brooklyn. Normally a 20 minute drive, became a 2.5 hour excursion. The traffic was rediculous. Now why would the DOT close down 4 out of 5 lanes? Me thinkith it tis to screw with all the motorists and piss off the new yorkers on the road by forcing them to view and experience the incompetence of Jersey and Connecticut drivers first hand.

So dinner in Brooklyn was good as usual. Karen's folks always cook up a mean dinner spread. And I can't say no to a well cooked meal - who would?

Anyway, we leave around 1130pm and as usual I take my normal route back to the Belt Pkwy. Only when I accelerate on the entrance ramp I feel the car sway a bit fight after a loud pop. Apparently my rear right tire blew out, now unlike most idiots I did not stop on the highway, especially since there was no should and I would have been stranded right after a blind turn. This would not have been a good place to be since the oncoming traffic wouldn't have seen me until it was too late. So I ride my chrome rims for about a mile and a half to the next exit and park the car.

I remove the spare tire and prop the car up on a jack only to find out that the tire iron does not fit the bolts. This is b/c the rims are after market rims and the dealership never gave it to me... this is partially my fault as I should have checked to ensure I had all the equipment necessary in such an emergency, my bust. So what is a guy to do but call AAA. Only to find out how incompetent they are. They tell me that my account has been cancelled when it was only a couple months ago since I renewed my contract and they sent my my new card with the expiration date on it even stating sept 2006!!! So I was forced to renew the contract over the phone with a credit card and $55. Could almost be considered highway robbery, but I did exit so guess not huh?

Upon looking at the tire it seems there was some foul play involved. It appears that some villian of sorts or a neighborhood delinquent slashed a slit into the base of the tire near the rim. This would have caused a slow leak out of the air, but the acceleration onto the highway caused the tire to increase its surface area and thus causing the slit to tear wide open. Hence, the blowout.

So now I need 2 new tires in the rear so they are balanced and I need 4 new rims b/c I rode my chrome rim for 1.5 miles rendering it a useless rim. But I can't just replace 1 I have to replace all 4. So let's calculate... 2 tires... $140 a piece, 4 new rims roughly $250 a piece... damn thats almost $1300 for a freakin' idiot kid that thought he'd be funny. Well listen up slappy, payback is a bitch... I hope it comes 10-fold and with such a fury as to put the fear of God into you. Because if I find you, and probably won't, I WILL PUT THE FEAR OF THE DEVIL IN YOU!!!

Ok my ranting is over... on a lighter note, this is my last week at work!!~! WOOOOHOOO!!!!!

Music Baton continued...

2005-06-11T17:52:00.000-04:00

OOOOH...what a fun game this is!!!

1. The person who passed the baton to you:
Bloggy McBlogster

2. Total volume of music files on your computer:
Roughly 1GB, I lost a lot of music when I reformatted my hard drive.

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought:
Best of the Bee Gees

4. Song playing at the moment of writing:
n/a

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs
Songs that I've been listening to recently:

"Letter to Elise" The Cure
"Plowed" Sponge
"All Over You" Live
"Sanitarium" Metallica
"Never Let Me Down Again" Depeche Mode

And the list goes on and on...

who's gets the baton next?

why of course that would be a

So it actually has been rather dull...

2005-06-03T15:35:00.000-04:00

Contrary to the title of my blog, life actually has been rather dull. Which I gotta say, is nice for a change. Sometimes it just seems as though a dark cloud or some kind of bad karma hovers over me. But right now things are just simply quiet. Summer session started yesteday *sigh* so for the next 6 weeks I'll be in class. School really is such a waste of time. I could sooo spend my time much better, jogging, watching tv, reading a good book, or with my dogs - trying to teach Chester not to bite my toes every chance he gets.

So it looks like I may get my dream/wish and be able to live w/o working for an extended period of time. THANK YOU NY STATE LOTTERY... (let's see how many people come out of the woodwork to befriend me).

So back to Chester... it seems his maturity is excelling at a geometric rate. He just turned 12 weeks old yesterday and is beginning to lift his leg to pee. Now although this is very exciting for me, it also marks (no pun intended) the beginning of him trying to mark his territory.

I'm working on getting a photo of my demon pimple-faced puppy on here so bear with the waiting for a little longer.

So this wknd is supposed to have some nice weather, and I'm expecting to golf tomorrow afternoon so it better hold up. Mother Nature owes us a couple decent weekends before it get Africa-hot here in NYC. Which reminds me, I probably should install my air conditioners into the sleeves this weekend so they're in place and I can make more room on the balcony. This task shall be done on Sunday... seems like a good day for it.

So let me ask the masses, does anyone find it odd that Staind is opening for 3 Doors Down?... I mean I find this to be somewhat strange, especially since I think that Staind has a much larger fan-base. Tis only a question I offer to the public and not an attempt to force my opinions on anyone. I digress...

Back to not working for an extended period of time. I'm just a tad burnt out from the daily grind of work for the last 15yrs of my life (in which I have not been unemployed since I started working). Considering I've been with the company for 8 years isn't soooo bad. I know people that change their careers or at least companies yearly. So I must look like the dedicated little worker bee to most. Well screw that crap, I'm done making more $$ for the idiots in management that are too blinded by the size of their bank accounts, the modifications to their homes, their feeble attempts to play golf - swinging 8 times at the ball before actually making contact, and the idiots that let their subordinates tell them how to manage other people. IDIOTS all of them IDIOTS.

In a galaxy far far away...

2005-05-20T09:21:00.000-04:00

So, a bunch of us went to see Star Wars last night. First off, can't believe the movie theater wasn't packed. I won't mention where we saw it so I can keep this secret location a secret.

Gotta say, George Lucas had his hands tied tried to make all the stories finally come full circle. Definitely a must see. But I gotta say, damn that Obi, a fool me thinks he is.

Ok, so thats outta my system. I begin my finals tomorrow morning - yes, a saturday morning at zero-so-early in the morning, joy. But, soon the finals will be over and the summer session will begin where basically I don't see the light of day, now let's all sit around in a circle singing kumbahyah to that!! *sigh* the end is near, as I can somewhat see that the light at the end of the tunnel of this educational rollercoaster is no longer a fable but a mere test of time. The test is if one can bear to be in an educational environment and for how long.

I think post secondary education is kind of a fraud... There is this misconception as to the enlightenment to be obtained. Like myself, most folks feel they will be a better person, a more educated, more versed person. LIES LIES LIES!!~! All you get is more useless knowledge and a stronger wanting to live like the "old man and sea", alone and without the hassles of meetings, conference calls, deadlines, follow-ups, and everything else that exhibits how trite and meaningless a life can be as a drone in a mirage of a success and happiness.

Ok, I've gone a tirade long enough about the whoas of my life...

On a lighter note, Chester is an absolute beast!!! he single-pawedly destroyed a Capri-Sun box today. And has forced me to invest in stock with Johnson & Johnson as a direct result of his tireless efforts to draw blood from every toe on my foot starting with my pinky toe... Chester why the pinky toe?!?! So yeah, I now have an official box compactor. Its about 13lbs and 6inches from the ground. I am a beast, I am Chester, hear me roar- ruff!

A somewhat sigh of relief...

2005-05-18T09:10:00.000-04:00

So took Zorro to the vet yesterday. He just hasn't been himself as of late. So he's on meds and hopefully he'll be his normal querky self again... hoping around like the little white bunny that he is.

Chester seems to be making himself more comfortable. He's still a menace biting everything he can get his little teeth on. It seems as though he has claimed the kitchen to be his, and anyone that enters upon his domain is subject to a "toe-tax", as he will bite the crap out of any toe within reach.

More to come...

Side note and inside joke...

2005-05-13T10:11:00.000-04:00

I’m a heathen, I’m a drunk, and I’m the neighborhood punk
I drink, I smoke, and I do a lot of coke.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

I get real loud, I even get real happy.
You get out of line… and I’m gonna smack you slappy.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

I don’t have a lot of education,
I don’t have a lot of cash,
But I don’t have to pay to get some ass.
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

My name is Arthur…wait, I just noticed, and I must say, I’m pretty damn good-looking
This is my life and I’m proud of it damn it!!~!

Been a while...

2005-05-13T09:40:00.000-04:00

So let's recap the last couple days... hmmmmm. I'm still working on re-aligning my life towards a direction of less stress while receiving the maximum income possible, all the while doing the least amount of work possible. Its not that bad, I've decided to become a poet in my new found spare time.

There has been a significant addition to the homestead... his name is Chester - our new bulldog puppy (pictures to follow). Zorro seems to love the little guy, they play and frolic as if they were from the same litter. Which I must say is a nice change of thing compared to him running down and attacking the "former dog that shall remain unnamed".

Cin... who I never thought to a big bulldog fan seems to really like him along with the rest of the family. I've received many offers to place Chester in their care. For some reason they think that there's a snowballs chance in hell that he's leaving our warm and bulldog accommodating abode. So to those that want to take my puppy...FAT CHANCE SLAPPY!!!~!! HE AIN'T GOIN NOWHERE!!~!

So, the other day I worked a 1/2 day. I went home and took Z to the dog park. We were the only ones there. Soon after though a couple with their pit bull decided to enter the park. Of course due to caution and the past instances, I asked if the dog was friendly or aggressive. I don't have a problem leaving the dog park, as I am not the owner of it nor do I act/demand that it is (whole other story). At first the pit seemed okay, doing his own thing. Unfortunately, this did not last long. He attempted to establish he was the alpha-dog there. Now, this dog is 14months and roughly 70lbs. Z is 7 yrs old and 40lbs. Grossly mismatched. Z growled and the owner lifted his dog by the studded harness he seems is necessary for his pooch. Z being the strategic mastermind that he is, exploited its weakness and attached himself at its throat.

So now I had a situation, I removed Z from the situation, but the pit retalliated and bit down onto Z's ear. Now, as all pits will do, he bit down and did not let go. I stated to his owner that it would be in the best interest of the pit for him to remove his pooch or that I would. He accommodated this suggestion rather quickly.

I cannot be too upset with this guy as his dog may not have survived the wrath of Zorro. As they were walking away his dog seemed to have some difficulty walking as blood dripped from its neck. Oh well. Not that I condone my dog attacking and/or hurting another dog. But I am tired of hearing stories about pit bulls and their owners swearing they aren't aggressive, and then mauling if not killing other dogs and/or their owners. I am a strong believer that the dog is a product of the owners raising habits. Unfortunately, most people that invest in pit bulls are ignorant people to begin with. Now, let's be clear here. I'm not say "all pit owners, nor am I say all pits" I'm simply saying in the NYC metro area most people with pitbulls are uneducated ghetto rats. We all know the stereotype that I am speaking of. Those that make their dogs walk on a 3 foot chain that could be used to haul an M1 Sherman tank. They have studded collars or better yet, they have the same type of chain as fore mentioned around the dogs collar. They prefer the image of having this kick ass dog to be able to kill anything. Sorry folks, but I hope one day, when Spike gets a little testy and I'm sure he will, he latches down on your adam's apple and crushes it ever-so-slowly as you lose consciousness due to the asphixiation of your once self thought to be "champ".

*sigh* I digress...

So let's move onto yesterday. It was the ole' mans birthday so the fam. got together for dinner of course. And as usual, he wanted to drink, the result, a bad hangover and the patience of an gnat right now. This is my life.

more to come as I become more able to open my eyes and not writhe in pain from the rays of light shining from the florescent bulbs above my cube.

Part 2

2005-05-05T10:33:00.000-04:00

Saw a fight on the train the other day during the morning rush. Quite interesting. One guy in a suit the other in jeans and a cap. Needless to say, the suit got his butt kicked. Funny thing is, only in NYC... instead of the other passengers trying to stop the fight, everyone screams they should take the fight outside the train so the rest of us can get to work. Truth be told, looked more like a cat fight with punches flying in any direction but the exact target it was intended to hit.

So 2 grenades went off by the British Consulate this morning. Amateur concoction... but this does the people of NYC and the world to revisit the emotions and reality that was of September 11, 2001. I don't understand how people have such short memories and forget tragedies that occur, that are so devastating and intrusive upon our lives... just food for thought.

Just like the title says... Part 1

2005-05-03T09:11:00.000-04:00

So, Mildred that good-for-nothing flying rat, abandoned her offspring. Neither Banky nor Homer have survived. Upon arriving home that day, I checked on my "guests", and somewhat to my surprise, that pigeon and sorry example of mother's natures natural maternal instincts had flown the coop - literally. So the summation of the story is that Homer died a most painful and slow death having suffocated from an all yeast head mask. Banky, it is believed to have been killed as a result of being eaten alive. There were chickling parts that lead officials to believe this to be the case. Neighborhood pigeons are running a fowl as a result of this incident. Most have been cited as pecking "this is a good neighborhood, a family-style neighborhood" or that "Mildred was a quiet pigeon, never bothered anyone". There has also been an increase in the wanting of justice. Pigeons, Sparrow, and even Squirrels are all keeping an eye out to bring Mildred to justice. At a recent attempt to bring Mildred to justice, a local garbage rat claimed to have seen her. Officials raided a neighborhood spot... an Astoria Park tree. But to no avail. Officials were seething with anger at the possibility that the anonymous informant lead them on a prank. A posse has been set up and are threatening to de-feather Mildred, forcing her to forever walk the Earth instead of flying... in shame.

More to follow as the story develops...

Why Mildred?!! Why?!?!?!

2005-04-22T10:16:00.000-04:00

So I get home yesterday expecting the chicklings to be DOA. To my suprise they were alive, at least one of them was moving, and Mildred was back. It seems her maternal instincts may have taken a little longer to kick in then expected. She seemed to be doing the right thing and nesting over them so as to keep them warm. So I decided I would help the lil feller's out and give some food at pecking distance to Mildred to feed them. I ripped up some whole wheat bread and cut up an apple and placed it in the "condo-bird cage" I concocted for them.

As usual, I checked on the pigeon family before hitting the sack. All seems well, as Mildred was back in her maternal position of perching over the nest. To my dismay, this morning upon checking on them, I noticed that Mildred dragged a piece bread over chickling numero uno and sat on it. Now, we all know when you take a piece of bread, a fresh piece at that, and press it onto something, it will just smoosh onto it. Low and behold, chickling numero uno seems to have died from the forced feeding of Mildred and her making an iron mask out of whole wheat bread. Let's have a moment of silence for chickling numero uno aka Homer...

Ok, so chickling numero dos, let's call it Banky. Banky seemed to be somewhat still alive, but Mildred invited her pigeon posse of poo dropping friends and they seemed to have been feasting all night and a good part of this morning on the apples and bread distributed and intended for the better of the pigeon chicklings... they were so full and glutton-like they didn't even leave the nest or attempt to use the outhouse we call the world because there is a whole new world of pigeon crap on my balcony now.

So I've decided if Banky doesn't pull through as a result of the greed of Mildred and her chicken-head pigeon friends, I'm going to give both Banky and Homer a proper burial and sweep the nest over the edge of the balcony, remove the nest and any form of food from the immediate area. Matter of fact, I'm going to train Z (my bulldog) to attack all pigeons henceforth. Going forward, no pigeons will be allowed to land on my balcony. In addition, I shall have to purchase an airgun of sorts to shoot down any pigeon that enters my airspace of the balcony for my version of homeland security... this is my home, you're not invited nor will be tolerated as a result of past crimes, hence heirgo thus, you're dead...

This will become the law of the land, so let it be written, so let it be read, so let it be done.

The Saga of Mildred and her starving chicklings...

2005-04-21T10:15:00.000-04:00

So several weeks ago I noticed a pigeon had made a nest on my balcony and layed 2 eggs. After noticing this a couple days later I realized the nest had been disturbed and the eggs were not in it. So I put on a pair of latex gloves and rebuilt the nest and placed the eggs back in the nest. All was well, Mildred came back and perched her pigeon ass down on the eggs so as to keep the warm. Well, yesterday afternoon the eggs hatched, but Mildred was nowhere to be found. I assumed through her maternal instincts she was out and about gathering food for her newly born offspring. This was not the case, she did not return all evening nor this morning. So I placed some bread in the nest for them to snack on (again with gloves on). But this is most disturbing I must say, Mildred it seems has abandoned her children and is probably off in some park happily pecking away at the bread that oncoming strangers feed her. Now this poses a serious dilemna for me. I despise pigeons, they are useless animals that serve no real function in the food chain. Secondly, they spread germs and viral diseases, they are basically the vermin of the flying kind. So the dilemna is this, do I let the chicklings die, and chaulk it up to the animal kingdom's population control through darwinism? Or do I help the very animal that I hate and loathe based on the simple fact of their innocence and give them the opportunity to live a full and meaningless life?

sigh

2005-04-18T10:51:00.000-04:00

So Bella got a new home yesterday, with a huge back-yard to run around in. She's got siblings there that like her. She'll have the opportunity to run around and play all day with them. Sorta like living in her own personal dog-run.

And although I am sorta glad to know that when I get home, there won't be the pungent odor of her mess waiting for me to clean. I still feel a sense of sadness at the fact that she didn't work out. She was so well behaved yesterday, the way exactly I wanted her to act when she was at home with us. All I can do is keep telling myself its for the best and she'll be happier there with her new family.

Status...

2005-04-15T10:53:00.000-04:00

So, nothing new really going on. Just been researching home gym equipment. Me thinkith the office shall be converted into a home gym. So I think an elliptical machine and a bench w/ the lat bar and preacher pad/leg extension attachments will be sufficient. Gotta get back into shape.

Twas a slow week in the office. SSDD.

Looking at bikes again, possibly a cruiser this time. Most likely not, but definitely on the radar. I'd prefer it to be the 2nd bike, but as we all know life can throw a curveball and we shall just see what happens.

oh and "the headache", is still a pain in the arse.

Finger progress

2005-04-08T13:11:00.000-04:00

So the finger is starting to heal, I can at least type again. Still can't hold a writing utensil to well, but I can at least hold chopsticks. So I had Supreme Court Jury duty yesterday. Damn it, why won't they let me get onto a jury panel so my name won't go back into the pool of suckers called every year. It be nice to not be called for jury duty/telephone jury duty for a year or two.

Bella is still a pain in the arse, how i wish i had some other pressing engagement that day I bought her... (for those new to reading my blog, she's a dog) - Joe would make it sound like she's some sort of mail-order bride... KEEP DREAMING DUDE - I'm not my friend Charlie.

Other news... It's come to my recent attention that I have signed a 2yr. contract with Verizon Wireless. Now this puts me in a crappy position. I mean their service is good, but their phone selection sucks as much as being diagnosed with a degenerative disease as a result of a knee injury. What to do, either get a nice new phone and pay out the butt in early cancellation fees or stick with it for another year and go on kicking myself in the ass for doing something as dumb as signing a 2 year binding contract.

On other fronts, job sucks still, this portion of my life seems to be an ever-continuing battle of trying to find a job that isn't filled with lies lies and more lies...so is life I suppose. I know the vast majority of the world probably hates their jobs and that I'm no different. My answer to that, I'm not living their lives. My version of hell on earth is as bad as theirs, but does that make me happier?... Nay I say, instead it makes me wonder why the world doesn't just revolt and topple the idea of civilized earth and go back darwinism... Simple idea, you want it, come get it... Then when you get your assed booted from here to next Tuesday, not only did you not get what you want, but you lost everything you had as well. Sounds good to me...

thoughts?...

a penny fir yor thouights

2005-03-31T09:39:00.000-05:00

tryung to type without yoiur right index fignter sux, so as stated in joe's blog i had a bit of an accident last night which landed me in the 'ER' no not the tv shiw... is it even still on? anywho had a little accident and now for the next couplt weeks i look like i'm permanently saying "We're #1!!~!"

shall inform more as the funger heaks.

wow its almost a routine

2005-03-09T21:26:00.000-05:00

So this is my second post. Man I've been so stressed out lately. I hate my job and everything else just doesn't seem to be going right. But I gotta say, as a "winter-baby" I can't wait for it to warm up to like the 60 degree range.

Other than that, the search for a new job still continues. If you have any good headhunters or possible positions than feel free to drop a line and let me know about it.

I'm gonna keep these short for now until I have more to write about.

Oh my buddy got a new PowerBook, and its the 2nd love of his life...

Been craving ColdStones.

Jamba opened up on 52st and Lexington... ~sweet!!!~ gonna hit them up pretty soon.

1st Posting...

2005-03-08T13:40:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I'm a tard... the truest of tards. Kinda like my friends. I created a blog about 2 months ago, but I forgot my user name, display name, and the password. So here I am again giving this another go at it.

Let's see how long this will last.