My first homebrew

As I wrote a few weeks ago I started to brew my own beer. It was a lager that is suggested to sit in the bottle for 12 weeks before drinking. Obviously, 1 week is long enough for me. I opened it with the fear of God in me, honestly and completely expecting it to shoot up to the ceiling. But, it sounded and acted like a normal beer. The extra 11 week definitely will help in the clarity:




But, holy shit, it's actual good. Really good. I'm so excited. So excited I'm brewing anohter batch. Right now. It's almost 11pm and I've got about another hour and a half. uggh.. Good thing I have some beer to drink..

The Blogojevich

About a month or so ago I made the decision to not get a haircut. I've had the same haircut for the past 12 years. A size 2 or 3 razor thingy on the sides and back. Kinda short in the front with a "push-up ceaser". Here's a collage I made of my hair as well as some other awesome things.



I decided it was time for a change. To what you ask? I made no plans. I was just going to let it grow and see what happens. Maybe I'd end up looking cool like one of the guys in Flight of the Concords. Maybe I'd get sick of it and go back. But, so far I'm sticking it out. It's getting to the point where I have to start doing something different with it and right now I think my only choice is to emulate my favorite corrupt politician.




I know I still have a few more months to get it to his height. I know I'll never achieve his greatness, but I'm going for it. I'm not giving it up for bleeping nothing. I'm not going to do it.

Change

After 8 long years this country is seeing a change like no other. After 8 long years I have changed my underwear and socks. I can't imagine a bigger change than that occurring anywhere today.

Is it too early?

So, I'm amazed and glad that everyone survived that plane crash, but the list of heroes seems to grow by the minute. The pilot, the people holding babies, the people pulling others out of the water, the ferry taxis, the father and son, etc..

I want to hear the stories about the guy who shit his pants then punched an old lady as he tried to get out the door.... but then refused to step out on the wing because I ain't going in that cold ass water. Because that would be me. Right after I rescued 3 babies and a dolphin. Of course.

Vista must be broken

If it's such a beautiful, sunny day outside...




why is my computer showing me this ridiculous temperature?

An update!

I screwed up some stuff pretty good at work today, so I've been on a call since 6pm. I'm at a lull now so I figured I'd update this.

Based on what I've been up to, it seems I'm rich with nothing good to do with my time. Since I last wrote I bought dining room furniture, a 46 inch tv with stand, a tv stand for the basement tv, I booked a vacation to punta cana in February, and I started making my own beer.



Which was a total disaster when it boiled over the top.



Hopefully it tastes ok in the end. I'll find out in 12 friggen weeks when it's ready. I don't think I can wait that long.

Merry Christmas

The starbursts got overruled

I'm terrible at getting in accidents

I just got in a less-than-fender bender at lunch. I just shopped for about two hours and could not find everything I needed. I was angry. It was 1:30 and I hadn't eaten yet, which got me more angry. Kym called me and asked me to make another stop and that added to my anger as I was getting onto a highway on a horrible onramp that's under construction and the guy in front of me slammed on his brakes, and I slammed on mine and I tapped him. He stopped and I looked at him to see what he would do as he continued to talk on his cell phone. He just sat there. 20 seconds, 30 seconds. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for a break in traffic to pull onto the highway, or what. About a minute went by before I decide to get out and go see what was up. He, while talking on his phone, said, "I guess I need your insurance." I said, "There's no damage" He said "Well, you hit me." I said, "Well, you slammed on your brakes for no reason." He said "The guy in front of me did." (unconfirmed). I got my info and he wrote it down. Said he had no idea what to even write down, and I didn't either. He wrote some stuff and asked if I wanted to wait for the police or just go. I told him I wanted to just go, there's nothing more than a little scratch on the bumpers (that aren't worht fixing) and I had to get back to work.

The dumbest thing was, I didn't feel like dealing with it so I just left without writing down any info of his. I called Kym, who got mad at me, so I turned around, got back on the highway and went back. Less than 15 minutes later, he was gone (so he must not have called the police). Hopefully I don't get arrested tonight. Hopefully they wait until after Christmas.

Remind me not to crash my car anymore.

It's Begining to Look a Lot Like Starbursts...

One of the most annoying things about the holidays is picking out our Christmas card. Even when we pick a picture the style and saying takes another 3 hours. We're still undecided. Maybe you can help.

Schindler's Gas

Is anyone else all-consumed with the dropping gas prices? I work about 6 miles from home and pass three gas stations. Every day on the way into work and on the way home I get excited to see if the prices dropped again. They do almost every afternoon and I look down at my gas tank and see I don't need any and I think to myself, "I should just get it anyway, this HAS to be the bottom", or "I'll still be saving money if I only need 1 gallon to fill up, right?", or "Gas is cheaper than beer, I wonder if it would get me drunk." I've been doing this for a few weeks and I'm finally nearing empty and actually do need gas. Now, I find myself on the opposite site of the fence. I keep thinking, "I can save 30 more cents if I wait until tonight" , or "I don't need it yet, I can go one more day, just one more day", or "I wonder if these pants make me look fat".

It has become an obsession that I'm sure will end up with me running out of gas and walking into work in a few days.

Beachy-Keen

Kym and I have been lucky enough to be granted a sitter so we can take a 4 night vacation early next year. Almost every year we go to somewhere in the Caribbean. This year we were thinking about using some Hilton points and getting a free hotel somewhere within in the US. We'd want it to be a relaxing vacation.... which is why we always end up going to the islands. In the spirit of losing our billions in the stock market this year we were thinking of being conservative with the spending. We like skiing, but prefer to be warmer. We're horrible at making decisions, so we'll probably end up paying for an all-inclusive beach trip. Any suggestions?

I never questioned the friendships I made until a homeless guy had more Facebook friends than me

In the neighborhood I grew up in there were two homeless guys. I lived in the suburbs, but there were two guys that were always walking around town who very much seemed to be homeless. Art the Artist and Slobbering Bob.

Art the Artist was on the mean side. He never talked to anyone, he smelled really bad and he always had a scowl on his face. He'd hang out at the library and draw and you couldn't sit on the same side of the library as him without gagging from the smell. But, he drew the coolest pictures. Gothic type things with gargoyles and bad ass scary shit.

On the other hand Slobbering Bob was mister outgoing. He always had on a Phillies jacket and a hat back in the day. He'd slobber when he talked and his jacket was covered with it. He'd talk to anyone and everyone. He'd always ask you if you could ride a bike and if you had one he'd ask if he could ride it. He always warned against the dangers of smoking too. I didn't know it, but he apparently loved to help people take down their Christmas decorations. He just walked around town all the time. We lived 20 minutes west of Philly and somehow he was also a permanent fixed at the Jersey shore. No one ever knew how he got there. Some people said he'd walk the 120 miles, others said he'd take a bus. But, everyone knew who he was.

A little over a week ago someone started a Facebook group in his honor. As I write this the group has 454 members with 92 wall posts. Almost all positive. He's still doing the same thing of going back and forth between PA and NJ and being Mr. social.

It kinda makes me wish I were more social.

But not really.

Another YouTube Video no one will care about

Here's my favorite youtuber. Not my favorite song of hers, but the video must have taken a ridiculous amount of effort, so I'm posting it.

Top 8 things that me want to be a vampire

Based on the vampire character defintion in HBO's True Blood.

1. Sleep all day
2. Don't have jobs
3. Are good at Wii
4. Drink Blood
5. Can't fly
6. Run fast
7. Watch lots of tv
8. Like chicks

I normally put this stuff on the baby blog, but whatever

Last night we had lasagna for dinner and Kenslee wouldn't eat any of it. Kym decided to try to get her to eat and in what I'd describe as a voice you use when you're talking as a ghost she said "'I waaant sooome tomatoes!' Kenslee, did you hear that? It was your belly saying it wants tomatoes." And Kenslee said "Oh!" And she ate some tomatoes. So, she tried again "I waaant sooome pasta!" And Kenslee ate some pasta. "I waaant sooome cheese!" And Kenslee ate some cheese. It worked a few more times. Then out of nowhere, Kenslee, in her best ghostly-sounding belly voice said "Leeave meee alooone!"

1,528,726th to the bandwagon

Who knew a song about the Holocaust could be so... pretty?

Life ain't peachy keen for everyone today

The Voting System is Flawed!

I just got back from voting. It took an hour. There were three lines. One for people who's last name's begin with the letters A-G. People like Bill Asshole and Bob Dickhead. There was no one in that line. The third line was people named S-Z. People like Mary Shithead and Susie Wanker. There was no one in that line. My line H-R, had about 400 people. But, because of the books and whatever, no one could switch lines so you had to just wait.

So, I think we need to come up with a new way of voting in 2012 when Lindsay Lohan is running for President. Here's what I think will work better:

1. Online Voting. Just vote online. I'm sure hackers have other things to do with their time than worry about messing with a web site like this.
2. Email Voting. You just email your vote in. But you have to pinky swear to not send more than one email.
3. Show of Hands Voting. Everyone in your state gathers in one place and you raise your hand for whoever you want.
4. Wet T-Shit Contest-esque Voting. Everyone cheers as loud as they can for whoever they want to win. Then the winner does a booty dance.

World Series Parade

Kym and I

Crowds

People on buildings

Monkeys

Crowds

Morons in trees

Charlie

Cole Hamels and his wife who got naked on Survivor for chocolate

Hamels agains

Shane Victorino


And leave it to my wife to point out two things...

Hamels' wife's ring is so big its practically falling off her finger



And whoever is with her could be Jessica Simpson's twin


All in all, I hate parades. This one, truthfully, wasn't much different. It took 3 hours for the parade to reach us, and they drove by us in 2 minutes. It was cool to be there for the atmosphere, but If I were to go again, the concentration would be on tailgaiting. We were lucky to hit no traffic getting there since there were 2 million (literally) people there, so that made it worth it and I couldn't be any happier about them winning it all.

Holy

Shit