The Clarks – Cigarette

March 5, 2009

These home-town boys get a lot of airplay in Pittsburgh, I kind of like this song.

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Weekend in the Woods

September 27, 2008

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Seinfeld Compilation- 100 Catch Phrases

August 23, 2008

This is a pretty well done series of clips, with a bouncy bass and Wurlitzer sound track, “Time is Tight” by Booker T & The MG’s. Read the rest of this entry »


Outdoor Living with Fire and Abandonment

May 25, 2008

I can haz smores?

Mrs. Pupster and the Pupster boys bought me an early Father’s Day present….an Outdoor Fireplace!  After a few rounds of my favorite game:  “Either I’m stupid or these assembly instructions are incomplete”, I put it together and made a spot for it with paving stones in the backyard.  Turns out the instructions were cryptic and I’m stupid.  Double bonus.  The plan was to make S’mores and have a backyard camp-out in the tent. 

Purple Haze - All in my brain

When I got the fire burning well, the fireplace started to smell a bit like hot metal and burning paint, not the sort of thing you want to roast marshmallows over.  We opted for microwaved S’mores and shallow breaths through our noses while gathered around the campfire’s toxic glow. 

Room for 5, Occupancy-1

I set up the tent earlier in the evening, with the Pupster boy’s able and excited assistance.  We stayed up pretty late, but neither boy could sleep in the tent with their nice warm bedrooms just a few steps away, so they both bailed on the camp-out in the middle of the night, and left me snoring and shivering in the tent.  It got down into the low 40’s last night, kinda chilly for late May.   

I had a mild panic attack after waking up alone, cold, stiff, and covered with dew,  but I rushed inside and found them both safe and snoring in their own beds. I decided not to dump a bucket of ice water on their heads at this time.  It’s just too impulsive and haphazard.  This kind of revenge needs planning.


My Own Private Florida

February 25, 2008

Last night I overindulged a bit, I met up with my rep for the firm who is springing for this trip, and I couldn’t buy myself or anyone else a thing, every-time I blinked I had a fresh drink in my hand or plate of food in front of me. 

I finally slipped away and went back to my room to put on my swim trunks.  The pool was totally deserted.

So was the hot tub.

It was great.  I’d jump in the pool and swim a lap, then amble over to the hot tub for a soak.  I must have done it for at least an hour, and no other guests intruded on my own private Florida resort. 

Awesome. 


Made It

February 24, 2008

Finally.  The Airport was a fiasco, but I’m here now. 

 I’m going to go check this place out.  In the meantime, here is the view from my window:

Yeah baby
80 degrees, overcast, and freakin’ awesome.
*Update*
I walked around the joint for awhile, it’s alright.
Ehh, it's OK
Main Entrance

It has it’s own private beach.

To keep out the riff raff

They stuck me way back in the private part near the harbor.

I'll be fine.

I’ll just have to make do. 


I’m Outa Here

February 23, 2008

Saturday’s Reality:

Well…this sucks

Sunday’s Forecast:

More Like It

I’ll be in Florida if anyone is looking for me. 

P.S. – Don’t look for me.