Leroy's Before 10:45 p.m.

...and never again so early...

Double O and I spent the evening travelling from one pawn shop to the next in search of one that would buy my snowboard. Mungo is in dire need of fast cash and the snowboard is the only thing he has that is worth anything but does not care about. (CLICK HERE, read the review) No pawn shops are buying snowboards this late in the season. Play It Again Sports buys on consignment only so ... that means Mungo is SOL. And broke.

Tomorrow is the Soldotna trip. I have exactly $8.10 to last me until next Monday (one full week) and most of it will be gone by tomorrow afternoon when I gorge on fries and a blizzard. Hells ya. Mary has agreed to pay for the gas this trip on the condition that we plan yet another trip in the future and I drive. Umm... sounds like a deal.

Back at the Half, Julie and Hillary sat down to a nice bowl and "2001: Space Odessy" complements of ST sending my DVDs! Thank you so much, buddy! We have just quadroopled our movie collection! A life saver. Julie wrote out the rent check for this month, I agreed to be delivery boy and Double O and I dropped it off across town (off Arlene and Honeysuckle) listening to Duran Duran at top volume. What a pip.

We bought a sack of rolling tobacco for $2.79 and drove to Leroy's where we paid $2 for our coffees and $1 tip. I didn't want to leave that much, but I figured I was investing in my future. If I want to continue to frequent Leroy's, I had better tip the Koreans too. I hate them. They run the place now and have a 4-cup coffee limit. If you want a 5th cup, you pay another dollar and that extends you to 8 cups. Fine. Whatever. But after I have only taken two or three sips out of my mug, DO NOT COME BY AND FILL IT and CALL IT MY 2ND CUP! Bitches! Jinspa stiren! We coffee drinkers are made to feel extremely unwelcome, and the sad thing is when I go there 5 times a week I end up tipping around $15 and buying at least $10 in coffee. When I can to afford to eat there, which is about 2 times a week, I spend an additional $7.95. I know I'm not the sole provider for the longevity of Leroy's business, but hey! I am a regular paying customer and I LIKE Leroy's. I don't like it when the owners shoo us out or stop coming to the table after they have poured a few 1/4 cups of coffee (2 total) and ignore us until we start flashing money around. You know what? When I sell SOLID MUD or HIGHWAY 9 and get a little money together, I'm buying Leroy's and 86ing all parties involved in current ownership.

But until that happens, never again will I go into Leroy's before the night crew comes in at 11 p.m. The earliest I will ever allow myself to enter will be 10:30 and I will not order anythign other than coffee or tea until my favorites arrive for the graveyard shift. Humph. That's where I stand, and that is my passive protest. One of these days though, I'm going to have to have a talk with Joe (the employee with most tenure) and vent to him a little. I don't think he minds us notebook kids as long as we don't create too much ruckus, distract the servers too much, don't ditch out on the bills, and don't steal too much silverware. Joe's got it goin' on. He'll listen.

Okay, Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "I Need To Sleep" - Pavement

PS
Anyone remember the blizzard Boston got last week? this guy will never forget!

Leroy's Before 2:05 a.m.

Not much happened here, but it did happen tonight, so at least this is the most recent news there is.

I slept a good bit after work today, kinda pissed off about little things, you know how the little things can get you in that "I'm-Just-Going-To-Bed" mood. So I did the dishes and went to bed. I woke up at 10-ish played that awsome computer game Bejeweled 2, got 3rd on the high scores board (finally!) and drove to Leroy's.

Natalie was working tonight. I wrote 13 more pages in Highway 9. I wrote about an arguement I had with Doc Nicholson (my high school principle). Started to go in depth with the Product vs. Process Theory. It's not very well articulated, but this is just a plot-driven first draft. Details of concepts are just side notes in the margins at this point. The next conversation I'm going to include will be about the "Uses" of education. I read about the "Uses" of a broom today in David Foster Wallaces The Broom of the System, and have since been obsessing with the idea. BRIEFLY: Which is fundimentally more important? The broom stick? Or the bristles? If you want to sweep the floor, The Bristles are fundemental. If you want to break out windows with the broom, The Stick is fundemental. It all depends on what you want to use the broom for. My spin on this concept is: What do you want to use an education for? To sweep the floor, or break windows? Fundementalism as applied meaning. Applied meaning as a Use.

HUMPTY FRUMP!

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "Animal Midnight" - Steven Malkumus

Leroy's Before 2:30 a.m. (including Flat Top part 1!)

Wednesday/Thursday, 26th/27th Jan

Double O called me at 3:30 p.m. to see what was happening. I grunted a lot and comunicated somehow that I'd call him later that night. I made a LOT of oatmeal and went back to sleep until 8:30 p.m. I then woke up, called him, and went straight over to his house to find out that he had, indeed, lost his mind. We all have heard about that, so we'll drop it.

After eating some of Julie's terrible chocolate cake Doubles, a bit tipsy off of ONE beer, and I drove up to Flat Top. We didn't know exactly where we were going until we got there, but I don't have to explain that to YOU guys. Y'all understand. It was warmish up there at the parking lot. Chilled air, but not much uncomfortable. After some e-brake fun in the parking lot we hiked up to the viewing area where I took lots more pictures. I really hope these come out. The sky was perfectly clear, the moon was nearly full, the city lights were bright. Surprisingly, with all the ambient light, the stars were STILL brilliant. We were quite thrilled. Something began to quiver in Double O's brain up there. The fresh air and the recent day's insanity was melding into a certain culmination and we felt it coming. Double O prepared me that the kind of venting he felt coming on had only come to the surface once before and he had been alone at Beluga Point when it happened. I reassured him that if there was anyone in the world he should feel comfortable venting around it was me, so when the time came, he let it come out naturally. It still scared the hell out me.

At the top of his lungs, and with no comedy mixed in, Double O railed against the night sky: "I beat you, you fucking bastards! I told you I would! I told you I would never submit to your bullshit!"

I don't know who the bastards are, and I didn't ask. But for the rest of the night, Double O was remarkably clear minded and his wit was the sharpest I had ever seen it.

We drove down the mountain and listned to radical rock and roll, emotionally heavy riffs and the bass and drum beats that furrow your brow. We parked out at Woronozoff point and listened to the rest of the Mogwai CD ("Come On, Die Young" [C.O.D.Y.]) in total silence. When it was over, I took a few pictures of Anchorage from the Point and we decided that, yes, it was midnight, and yes, it was time for Leroy's.

When we arrived at the place, Mary was already sitting there at her booth, looking at the paper. PrettyLiz was behind the counter, running the coffee pot down the line of regulars. I said hello to everyone I knew, went to the bathroom, and joined Double O and Mary at her booth. We spent a good hour or so drawing beards and scar marks on the faces of people in the newspapers, altering the cartoons to make them discustingly funnier than they already were, and then doing the cross-word puzzle. As I said, Double O's wit was remarkable, and he was able to solve almost every sinlge clue very very quickly. Faster than Mary and I, to be sure. It was a sight to see, guys. I was very impressed. He was doing the cross word in total hard-core Grandma Style, dudes.

Mary told me she was sorry we didn't got to Soldotna and reaffirmed our plans to go next Tuesday. Solidified that one up. Then she told me an interesting story about what had happened to her later that day after we decided not to go. Her alternator belt broke and, in line with cause and effect, her car died. She was stuck on Minnesota with her little roommate, Melisa, and they had to push her car up to Spenard. There were lots of funny details to the story, like Melisa being in high heels on the ice and then the big burly trucker guys that helped push the car for the last 20 feet. But essentially, she didn't get too upset because had we taken our trip to Soldotna, she estimated the belt would have gone out somewhere around Portage. Then where the hell would she be? That would suck.

PrettyLiz had some exciting news she kept trying to tell me, but the night was busy and she kept having to run around with toast and plates covered with gravey. Finally she told me. She said,

"So, right after you left I ran inside up to my apartment, Right? And I tried to find that song, "Alias" on my roommate's computer, but it was there. I was pissed! I made myself some breakfast and tried to go to sleep but I couldn't get that song out of my head. So I went out to the bus stop, rode out to Metro Music, stood in the cold for an hour with some homeless woman waiting for them to open, finally they opened, I bought the CD, and a remix of Cure songs on CD, took the bus back home, and listened to both of the CD's all day. I got so caught up with them that I forgot to sleep until right before I had to come in an only got about a 20 minute power nap. Ah! Do I look tired?"

That's a cool chick right there.

Finally, around 2:30 a.m. I told Double O it was time for us to go. I did have to work the next day and I wanted to try to get some more sleep. One more time, Mary and I arranged our Dairy Queen Run (DQR) and then said our goodbyes, complete with 10-step secret hand-shake.

Once back at the Romazof Half, Double O came in and watched a movie with RoomieJulie. I went straight to sleep.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of that day: "Christmas Steps" - Mogwai

Leroy's Before 7:10 a.m. (including Beluga Point Night #2!)

In an attempt to catch everyone up on what's been happening, I'm going way back to last Tuesday/Wednesday, 25th/26th Jan.

I slept most of the day, last Wednesday. When Nutty called me around 5 p.m. I decided to do something with him out of pity (he has no friends other than his truck) and regretted the decision for the rest of the night. He has been restricted from driving due to an isolated "black-out" inncident while taking that corner on G-Hill resulting in a very convient explaination of why he drove off the road. Sounds a little sketchy to me. A lot sketchy, actually. So much sketchy that I don't believe a word from his lying mouth. Anyway, I drove over to his apartment at Panoramic View and we drove around to some of the sporting goods shops to price check single padded straps for Burton bindings. Nobody sells them indevidually in AK. It's not cost effective to ship them seperately when compared to the demand. Who loses just a strap? Mungo does, and he can't explain how. We ended up at REI and got stuck there when Nutty wanted to try on every jacket they had in their "R"eally "E"xpensive "I"nventory. I was giving him a lot of grief for buying all his clothes from outdoor outfitter retailers when he NEVER goes hiking. So, uncounsiously submitting to my reverse phychology, he came up with the uniquely spontanious idea to "go hiking." He didn't know any of the hiking trails around the area so I suggested going to Beluga Point. I still had half a roll of film I wanted to burn out there. It was dark, it was perfect, so we went. On our way out there, he decided we needed to run back to his house so he could change clothes. That was very irritating. We had almost made it completely out of town before he asked me to turn back.... all the way back to Government Hill. For some reason, weakness, I presume, I obliged his request and we did just that. Once he was finished over dressing in all the warm weather fancy new REI gear we got back on the road. I did not open my mouth to say a single word from Government Hill all the way to the parking lot at Beluga Point. Conversly, Nutty didn't close his mouth on the trip. Non-stop rambling about the features on his new truck. Can you imagine how annoyed I was? When we got there, I got out of my car and took off, letting him keep up if he could, but not worrying about it either. Once we were climbing around on the rocks he finally shut up about his truck and we talked about other things. I talked at length about Leroy's and the girls I knew, he was immensly curious how many of them I "porked." Such a lonely akward boy... a grand loser. The weather was warm and he was complaining about being too hot and I was sick of allowing him to ruin one of my favorite places and it suddenly became very important that I got him far far away from Beluga Point. I told him it was time to go, and we left.

On the way back through town I suggested stopping by Leroy's for a cup of coffee. "I don't drink coffee," he said,
"How about tea?"
"Yuck. How could anyone drink tea?"
"What about a Pepsi."
"Coke?"
"Sure, maybe a Coke. How would that sound?"
"I don't really drink soda."
"Christ! Do you want to go to Leroy's or not? That's all I'm asking."
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Yes or no?"
"Doens't matter."
"We're going then. You can find something to drink on your own. They even have water."
"Do they put ice in it?"
"You are an idiot."
So we got to Leroy's and none of the people I knew were there. It was too early, only about 10 p.m. or so. We sat at a booth and I listened to him talk about how worthless humans are, waiting for a point, heard none, heard no allusions to a solution, and promptly ripped him to shreds. At the conclusion of my beratement, PrettyLiz walked in for her 11 p.m. shift. She was early because of the bus schedule. I paid for my cup of Joe and said hello to Liz and told her I'd be back later. She said okay, and I walked out with Nutty.
He said, "I thought you said you knew her."
"I do."
"Obviously not very well."
"Why do you say that?"
"You didn't talk to her for long. What are ya, chicken?"
"What are you, 10? Since when do adult relationships have to be so infintile that each encounter requires long drawn out conversations? Can't two people say "hello" without there being a lasting question into the strength of their friendship?"
"You're weird."
"And that's why you don't have any friends."

I drove him home and I was just going to drop him off and speed away, hoping never to see him again, but he reminded me that I still had some of my old mountain bike tires in his storage space. Leroy's Before 7:10 a.m. I had left them behind when I moved away in 2002 and Cindy, knowing we were aquaintences, let Nutty take them. So I went in, got my tires AND one of the Total Gym dealies that Chuck Norris does infermercials for. Sweet! Luckyyyy! I ended up staying at his apartment for another two hours. He enticed me to stay with is big screen tv, food, and other free crap he was getting rid of in preparation for his upcoming PCS to Hill AFB. We watched "Oxygen" starring that guy and that girl. It was good.

I left after all of that, sick to death with his stuttering stupidity and his constant nervous ticks. He kid cannot stop jerking his head around or making to damned sniffing noises for 3 seconds. I AM NOT JOKING. What a maroon. What a dipstick. What on earth was I doing spending time with him at all!? I know I tend to find the runt of the litter and look after them, befriend them. But this kid is a waste of time. I hate wasting my time with him. When he asked me where I was going I told him I was going to Leroy's and that he very specifically was not invited. I left without saying goodbye and didn't feel the least bit bad about it.

When I got back to Leroy's I took a seat at my place at the counter and talked to PrettyLiz for a while, then took out my notebooks and started what would become 20 pages of writing for the night. Enough to finish out my first notebook of Highway 9. I finished the chapter at my house where I introduce my mother, Caitlin, and Heidi. PrettyLiz's friend, Jeff was at the other counter, across the 'straunt and, over whelmingly irritated by the morons next to him, left them and sat next to me in an unspoken mutual friend ally system that is understood to be acceptable by All Nite Diner standards. I had never met him before and we just kind of ignored each other for a while. I wrote in my book and he wrote in this very dirty looking journal. There were strange pictures and fantastical scribblings. Illegible to my peakings, but attractive enough in style none the less for me to eventually ask about them.

"What are you working on there?"
"Oh. See. Long story. I'm in the band, Epetha, and we've been trying to write the quintessential EMO song but we keep failing at one aspect or another. We come up with these awsome riffs and beats, but fail at the lyrics. So, like, last week I finally pipe up and I tell our guitarist, 'Listen, this isn't the way you write an EMO song. You have to have the words first and the music follows. But to get the right words, you first have to have this really fucked up journal.' And that's what this is."
"Right on."

We went on to talk about jobs. He suggested that I get into shingling durring the summer months. Once you get proficient up here, you can make $1,500 a week. That's what he does. He works his ass off durring the summer, working only 3 or 4 days a week, then at the end of the summer goes on this really phat vacation and sits on his earnings all winter long. It also helps that his parents are rich and pay for almost everything he needs. House. Car. Food. Gas. But hey, $1,500 a day? That's more than I make in a month now. So hell ya that sounds good to Mungo.

PrettyLiz came over and the three of us talked about tons of crap that I can't remember right now. It was a lot of fun. Then, out of the blue, Jeff stands up and says, "I have to get the fuck out of here," and does just that, without another word to anyone.

It was getting towards the end of Liz's shift and she asked me to give her a ride home if it wasn't a problem. It sure wasn't. So I waited until 7:10 when her shift was over and drove her to Mountain View where she lives down the block from Brewsters. She looked through my CD's and saw that I had a Dispatch CD and freaked out. We played the same song over and over all the way to her house. I dropped her off and promised to see her at Leroy's the next night.

I went home and went straight to bed. Crashed hard and slept the rest of the day... until Double O called me at 3:30 p.m.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of that day: "Alias" - Dispatch

(No proof reading or spell checking will be done. What is, will stay IS. Got a lot of road to go.)

Long Jump

Dudes, ST and I went for a ride today. It was definately a blast, other than being lost in the desert for a while. We rode about 70ish miles. Give or take a few. It was a little disconcerting when I was watching my gas guage start to drop and we were still lost. But ST and his senses told him the right direction to go. (OK, Lucky ass guess that worked out well)

So about the long jump... We found this one place where you could get some good speed and launch youself. ST said I was roughly 4 feet off the ground at one point and then marked my land point (Rear Tires.) Well, estimated launch point to land point was about 28 FEET!!!! IT WAS SO FETCHING AWESOME!!! My pants were still dry afterwards so it was a good thing.

Bubbles, Have you ever tried to read what you write sometimes? You would make no fucking sense to people who don't know you.

Well, Back to Radar Principles and Theory. (What a shitty subject.)

Later

Song of the day "Horse with No Name" by Dan Lasley

"The Day I Lost My Mind" By: Double O

So let me first say that I am looking forward to going home. I got in touch with a few high school and I will be not around for the majority of the time I am in New Orleans. Going to go fishing, camping, to Six Flags, and lots and lots of bar hopping downtown.

Ok.... Here is the story (enter dream sequence)

It was a cold winter morning in Alaska. I awoke from my nights slumber to the sound of my own laughter. "why am I laughing?" I asked myself as I looked at the alarm clock a few feet away. The time was exactly 05:00 and the alarm wasn't going to go off for another fifteen minutes. I turned off the alarm and ventured to the lower decks of my dwelling.

As I sat in the darkness of my toy-invaded living room, I began to hear song after song after song after song ring through out my numb cranium. I had no idea I had sat there for almost 30 minutes. Damn...IM going to be late for work.

I hulled ass to the fam Van and put it into hyperdrive. Just as I was rounding the corner to Lake Otis, the words "Some where over the rainbow, way up high" came screaming from my mouth. I looked over to the vehicle next to me and they didn't know I was singing, so I sang louder than I have ever sang in my life. My usual auto pilot had taken over and before I knew it I was at work. What usually took me between fifteen and twenty minutes had taken me exactly six. I have no idea how fast I was going, but if you do the math let me know.

Through out the day my mental state didn't change. I found myself quoting every movie I had ever seen or remembered enough to be able to quote it. For a brief two hours I believe I may have been possessed by the ghost of Strong Sad, for his voice had taken over my normal loud and obnoxious tone. I even had the almost uncontrollable urge to grab the radio that had the ability to talk to Anchorage Tower and ask for take off clearance in this absurd little voice. But instead, I made fun of the Japan Airlines pilots who were on approach. "Anchrwige Tower, JA niner two two, Querance for take off Gwanted"

After a fun and exciting day at work, which I still have no idea what I did that day except for laugh and make noises the whole day, I went to my spinal corrections and adjustment appointment. Same shock therapy and "RACK" treatment applied to the lower portion of my back didn't make any difference. I was hitting on all the doctors assistants, only 2 of the group were in any way good looking. The it was off to the beginnings of this ordeal...Home

As I walked into my house I had an urge. Not to kill everyone in ear shot of my raving lunacy, but to look in the fridge. AHH. I found the cure. At least I didn't' know it was the cure until I put its frosty neck to my now dry and parched lips. The almost frozen liquid raced around the inside of my pie hole and I felt rather funny. I sat down on the sofa and something happened. Somewhere in the depths of sleep the night before, my mind had left me and hid itself in a bottle of Alaskan Amber. How did it get there, who knows. But I can tell you that after the one, I had no reason for another. I sat there and contemplated the days events and realized that I lost my mind, was possessed by strange sounds and voices, wanted to cause mass destruction and chaos, lusted over fat doctor's assistants, and found sanity again all in one day.

This was the most amazing event that has happened to me in a long time. I feel so much better now. IM just glad that no one got hurt or even mauled. It was a good day. A day that will live in my now collected inner beings. I will be sure to let everyone inside know that its going to be alright and I wont let anything hurt them again.

Double O

Rainy

It has been rainy here for the past two days. Hopfully this weekend will clear up so Beck, Eddie, Ashlee and Moi can go for a ride on our hogs.

We ate ravioli for dinner. It is the kind that you buy in a bag frozen. To fix it all you have to do is boil it then add sauce or whatever else you want to put on it. Good stuff. Mungo, you should get some so you can impress your roomies and all your women with a good dinner. Yep, you should.

Beck just told me that she sent your DVD's. Just send us $30 and some pictures to cover it. They are supposed to be there on Monday

ST slappin it

YO!

I think that song is the "Charge" song from a baseball game... Maybe not though. Hard to break out the precise rhythm.

I might try to go over to ST's tonight after studying. Don't know yet... gotta ask him first.

Gonna start the bookwork

Eddie

Getting Behind (not "Getting Ass")

I'm getting soooo behind on my blogging. Last night was a good night was well. (HINT: it was warmer at the Flat Top parking lot than it was by the airport!) So now I have two very long blogs to write. For now, I'm eating cold oatmeal for breakfast, watching my new copy of "Anal Bearded Bitches" (I couldn't wait), and getting reading for work.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: The one that goes: Dun da da da da da da dun dun ta da a a ada!!!

Mungo's DVD Collection

All this time I have had Mungo's DVD collection and never opened it! Geez! Well, well. What can we learn from his vast collection of DVD's?

YOU ARE A FREAK, DUDE!

Okay, not really. I just thought that would have good shock value. Mungo owns some very bad ass DVD's! Some notable flicks that I noticed durning my 1 minute tour were (in the order they pop into my head at this moment):

Fight Club
Willy Wonka
The Big Lebowski (spelling?)
Big Black Cocks
Anal Bearded Bitches
...and many others that I just can't seem to remember off hand.

Good stuff my friend. They will all be in the mail tomorrow.

ST swingin it to the left

DVD o,Sojio'

That is perfect. Thank you. Lemme know what the price tag is. Thank you.

Speaking of movies, I'm watching "Ann of Green Gables" with RoomieJulie. We have just finished a frantic house-cleaning and this is the quietest I've seen her.

I'm headed over to Double O's. It's only 9:34 p.m. I promise I'll blog about last night when I get a chance.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Fly home...

Mungo's DVD's can fly home now. I found them. Beck is going to send them tomorrow.

They will be sent regular mail. They will be insured for $500. If this isn't what you want then you need to call Beck tomorrow around 6am AK time so you get her before she leaves the house.

See ya.

ST

Chilifinity

This week is turning out to be a pain in the ass. Just so everyone knows...if you are ever flying into Las Vegas and there is even ONE cloud in the sky they might just close the airport down for an hour or more. That would then make you late getting to where you are going! Late sucks ass.

My new job is coolio and stuff.

Ashlee is now dancing her little ass off to Black Eyed Peas - Shut Up. You go girl! If I turn down the music then she yells at me, "Turn it up Daddy!" Rock on with your bad self.

Mungo you are just a pimp. I just this second rememberd your DVD's! I am going to go get them and put them were I won't miss them!!!! YEAH! Hold on a sec... Well, I have been informed that they may be in a box in the garage (we moved). I will dig them out and get them to you. Really.

Later guys.

ST out

Hmmmm....????

Okay Mungo, now that I know about all the girls.... Which one ya goin' for? obviously don't say the 17 year old. If you do... then don't let us know.

I got a 95% on my test today. My average is about a 94% overall now. (2 tests, 3 days) I have another test tommorow, so I hope that goes about like the other 2. Then another test on Friday. Then I get the weekend off. (Sunday I will be studying most of the day though)

Why did I do this again?

Eddie

The Women Situation

Because of my apparent tendency to lend only "Snapple Facts" (what?) I'll run it down for you thusly:

Jaylyn: 18 years old. Coffee cart girl at the Warehouse. Flirts and talks to me exculsively and Nick M. (my ass. manager) thinks I'm crazy cause I haven't asked her out yet. But she's exactly the same age as Caitlin and that freaks me out. But she is a hottie. And that freaks me out.

Jen: 22 years old. A waitress at Leroy's. Has a 2 year old son named Thor and a cool-guy husband named Gordon. Loud-mouthed and pushy. Doesn't take nobody's shitola. A female Eddie.

PrettyLiz: 19 years old. Much more about here in my next blog. She's one of two Liz's that I have met in the last month at Leroy's. She is a server there and she rocks. She just friggin rocks. If I was a girl, I'd want to be her.

BlondeLiz: ?? years old. A friend of Jen's. She reminds me of girls from Minnesota. Intellectual but quiet about it so it's okay. Good at cards and has a grin for everyone.

Mary: 20 years old. Probably the woman of my 2005 dreams. We didn't go to Soldotna, but we've made plans for next Tuesday to go. Does yoga and could easily kick my skinny ass. Her favorite shoes are Nome Shoes and she layers her dresses. So cool.

Shawna: 19 years old. Maxim body. Seriously. A Georgia peach, but a annoyingly flirtatious. No longer works at the coffee cart at the Warehouse. She got fired, but still comes in to talk to me. She works next door at PetCo grooming dogs. She invited me to a pajama party in Eagle River but I didn't go. Nick M. (my ass. manager) is furious at me for not asking her out or taking her up on her numerous invitations.

Hillary: Dead subject. We're getting along great as roommates and I hardly ever see her. We've settled into the "can we still be friends" mode quite well, and against the world-wide odds of success of such a goal.

RoomieJulie: 23 years old. Fucking crazy.

Abby: 17 years old. A high school girl I work with. She's a lot of fun and I've sort of taken her under my wing. Kinda.

Natalie: 18 years old. A waitress at Leroy's. Jeano the regular and Joe the cook are both three times her age and both have ridiculous crushes on her. I guess we've sort of become kinda friends so she hangs out where ever I'm sitting to get away from both of them. I figured out that the only time Joe says anything about me hanging out for so long is when she's working and she avoids him.

Roxy: Don't know much about her. She keeps showing up. The only time I hear her talk is when she tells a funny joke. And they're always funny. I get the impression she used to work at Leroy's, but she now wears the coat of Sicily's Pizza.

GIRLS: That ought to do it. Reference this blog in the future if you get confussed.

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There is more to come in my next Blogigio "Leroy's Before 7:10 a.m." I have had the CRAZIEST last 18 hours or so. I might not even be able to categorize it as a Leroy's night (even though I was there twice and for a total of 7 hours tonight).

I'm too tired and blah-y to go into it all. Eddie, Gluck on the tests. Double O, Get your mind straight, you're scaring me. ST, um, just keep rockin' it 1987 style.

"If you need me I'll be you-know-where, doing you-know-what, with-you-know-who, rocking it you-know-how!"
--my favorite line in my book so far.

It's either that one, or this one:
"She dumped the remainder of the two Imipremine (brain temper balancing medicine) bottles into the toilet and flushed them to the Mississippi to fuck with all the fish."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "One by One" - Foo Fighters

Overtime and Tests....

Overtime would be nice... I would be a millionair by now.

Bubbles, have you considered just staying at home for the wedding? Unless you actually like your Sis-in-Law. I would just say fuck it and take a breadk, and maybe even clean your house.

As far as the tests go... I HEAR YA BROTHER!!!! My brain is being pushed to the limits. Kind of cool when you realize that you have the shit down cold though and stuff just starts rollin. (Well, almost cold, I ended up getting a 92.6 on my first test) There were a couple answers where I did not read the question well and only gave half the answer and then I got some shit mixed with the other.

I have to start studying again for my next test this morning here soon. Take note of the blog time... I have already showered and coffee is on and add that in too.

Mungo, I am still confused on the woman situation. Could you just say it straight? either I am not seeing it, too dumb to pick it out, or my mind is scattered to the wind with "Snapple Facts" being dumped in on a daily basis.

Peace Up!

Eddie

P.S. Bubbles... Welcome back my friend! We are glad to see you again.

Okay...

...now I know that I have lost my mind! Bubbles, what has gotten into you with the whole blogging thing?

ST out

Overtime go Bye Bye

I wish i was able to work 50+ hours a week. right now we have no airplanes due maintenance. so no overtime till further notice. And if i have to mop the hanger floor for the 3 day in a row tomorrow...Im going to make sure that there is something needed to be mopped up. Just keep your eye on the national news tomorrow, I just may finally lose all self control.

Song of the day.....

"I want your sex"
George Michael

P.S. "Look at my butt. Just look at it."

Worky Worky

Man, I don't even get paid over time for the 50+ hours a week I am working. I left the house Monday @ 7am and returned to the house Tuesday @ 4pm. The rest of the week I will be gone from 6am to 5pm each day. Nevermind the possiblity of working some Saturdays on top of all that. Let me just say, "Joy to the fetchin world!" It will pay off in the end...it always does.

Beck and I are going on a date night tonight. Dinner will be at the brand new Agave mexi place down the road. Eddie knows of it.

Eddie, I hope school is going well. I will talk at you soon.

ST out.

whErE Am i?

I must be in the Twilight Zone or something! Double O has become Babble O! Blog on brother...keep the spirit!

ST

150 Die...

Stampede
...why do bad things happen to good Hindus? These things make no sense to me, how? HOW? HOW? Could this happen? I'm sitting here at my computer, staring at this story as if it's a gruesome photograph, reading it up and down several times and I am just boggled! Totally!

I need that kiwi now.
Mungo

Leroy's Before 6:50 a.m.

This is a good one.

After work today I crashed. Very hard. I almost fell asleep on my way home, but luckily I zombied it to my room and plunged neck first into a 4 hour coma. It was beautiful. I woke up and everyone else was asleep. I checked the blog and requested that I be met at Leroy's by SOMEONE.

I left the Half after all that. I went to Leroy's, Pretty Liz is working. I sit at my counter stool. Coffee is poured, I pull out my notebooks and then, oh happy day, Mary comes in and sits down next to me. We talk and we talk and I meet some of her friends and we talk and there's talks about road trips (crazy road trips, if I have time I'll go into them) and we talk about Mormans (Mary was raised as such) and we talked about rock and roll music in the city played live and loud and we talked and talked. It was marvelous. And then, the man himself comes in, Double O in his fake leather jacket and a grin to grin back and love on his face. "Up top," we high-fived and joined us at the counter. But three abreast at the counter is never fun so we took a booth and talked and talked and talked. We tried cross-word puzzles and spelled everything very very wrong. Laughs and jokes and good times and she is incredible.

Ya, I can tell you that she's great and I can tell you that she's interesting and fun and I can SAY that you guys would like her but will it seem real to you? Could you ever possibly understand fully what I mean? I think I can prove it to you:

She gave me her number to call her later. We're going to attempt a Dairy Queen run later today. It's a tradition we BOTH share. Yeah!

Double O went off to work a bit before 6 a.m. and Mary and I hung out for another hour. Guys, we talked for over 6 hours tonight and it wasn't boring, it wasn't dull. It's very hard to be careful when the allure is so strong. You know? But I'm doing my best to stand a few steps further back than normal, the last thing I want is to get overwhelmed by a girl (again again again).

I'm looking into moving out of the country. There was an extremely complex series of events that happened (while at Leroy's) that could land me a job at an airport in Paris. Too complicated to go into just now, but keep that in mind in case I disappear into thin air after a few months. It would help if I spoke French.

Mary and I also talked about road trips, like I said, but I don't really want to go into all of that. I have a bad headache and I wish I had sunglasses I could wear while reading this computer screen. It hurts too much to keep going on. So, if you're curious about the road trip plans (old trips and NEW trips) remind me to mention it again later.

As for now, I plan on making some toast, eating it, cutting up a kiwi, eating it, opening a book, reading it, finding my bed, sleeping it.

Piece of Loaf,
Mungo

Song of the day: "Vainly Clutching at Phantom Limbs" - Elf Power

Meet me at Leroy's

It's 1:17 a.m. and I just woke up. I don't have to work tomorrow and I'm trying to decide if I'm going to stay home, sit in front of the happy light, eat kiwi's and toast, and write in my book for FREE or go to Leroy's where all my new friends are, eat an english muffin and drink tea and coffee, and write my book for 3 bucks.

I see that Double O is awake and bloggin' like a foo! I wish he'd meet me there, at the spot.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Test suck

Studying for my mechanics test is much like the PFE. Really Boring and frustrating. I wish you could be tested on how much you bust your ass at work in actually fixing stuff. Why on earth do I have to know stuff of the top of my head about stuff that I can go and look up in the book 2 feet away. I hate this crap. If I really need to know how much a part cost, I'll ask the stock room. If I really need to know the cylinder displacement, I'll look it up in the engine manual. It says it right in the front few pages. Damn it all to hell. This crap is going to make me loose all brain mass that I still have crammed in my empty skull.

On the other hand, my thoughts of leaving Alaska are becoming more and more fascinating. The only thing that is holding me here is having a job. If I get fired tomorrow, I'll be gone by the end of the following week; that is as soon as the house gets sold.

I finally dropped off some film over at walmart on Saturday. They should be ready by Thursday. I have no idea which rolls they were. I will be surprised when I get them back. Its going to be like Christmas all over again. I will be sure to scan a couple of them when I get them back. IM just hoping that one of the 4 was from the drive from Denver to Las Vegas. I still believe that they will be one of the best pictures of my life to this point.

The tickets to New Orleans in May have been bought. We saved our PFD's and got them today. The total damage was about 1500 bucks. Julie called her mom and sister to tell them that it is a done deal. My sister in law is getting married at the end of May so Julie and Lissy are in the wedding as far as I know. I will be going as decoration and will be trying to stay as busy as I can. Her parents still drive me nuts. I need to get in touch with a high school buddy and see if he still has a boat. I would love to go fishing while IM home. And not to mention that Jazz Land will be open. YEAAAAAAAAA. Roller Coasters for Double O....Oh my heart does ache for adrenalin.

well, back to the study session.

Double Bubbles

AWDS Day 1

My brain hurts.

Other than that, I have learned a shitload that I did not think that I would remember. Airspaces, points, georefs. that kind of shit.

My instructors seem pretty good and we will see how personalities mesh later.

I like 2 of the other people in the class. The AWACS guy is kind of a dumbass though. One of those step above your story type dudes. reminds me of the ex-wife, just not pretty.

Anyway, gonna go and meld with the books a bit more before my test at 0630!!!! FUCK ME they like to throw it at us fast.

Mungo, why are civilians so stupid?

Later All

Eddie

Leroy's Before 3:10 a.m.

I left the house after watching "The Princess Bride" and all the 'making-of' and 'behind-the-scenes' features. Intriguing garble de guk! I went to none other than, my second home, Leroy's.

Tonight was sort of mundane. I wrote another 12 pages of my book. A conversation with my mother and then a dream sequence in my room. It was actually based on a dream Double O told me about where these alien terrorists burnt down the White House and we killed their leader so an immediate press release was cleverly written and given exclusively to me to share with the nation and the world. An interesting side note is that two of the aliens were wearing shirts, one saying: "I Love NY" and the other: "Suppression Unit."

Natalie was waitressing tonight, she was feeling like "Shit run over," and appearances were made by Blonde Liz (to pick up some burgers to go) and Jeano (who talked about spanking foreplay in a context I do not wish to repeat).

The red broken down truck that had been parked in the lot for the last month or so was discovered to be gone during a smoke break shared by myself, Natalie, and some stupid man. The Stupid Man and his Stupid Wife were quite possibly retarded, but not in any clinical way. Just stupid. For instance.

Natalie: That truck had a base sticker on it.
S.Man: Ya, those guys looked like sissies. Lots of them in the military.
S.Woman: They don't know shit.
S.Man: All they have to know is how to kill. Couldn't fix shit if their lives depended on it.
S.Woman: Shit, I know how to kill someone. Give me a knife.
S.Man: Ya.
Mungo: So trained killers are sissies, is that what you're saying?
S.Man: Would a killer leave his truck in a parking lot for a month?
S.Woman: Not if they had knives!
S.Man, S.Woman: LAUGH VERY VERY HARD, and say Shit a few more times.
Natalie: Oooookaaayy....

And so on. There's someone for everyone, I guess. Isn't that what they say?

That's about it. That was the whole boom of excitement tonight. Now I have to go to bed and wake up in seven hours to work at noon. Heidlebach is coming in to the store tomorrow to blow out the rest of his Christmas Gift cards. Maybe he'll buy me a canoe. He just bought himself a 30-ft boat, why can't I have a canoe? Oh ya, because he earned it by saving his money and paying for it in cash and I'm the dumb bastard who spends all his money on coffee, tea, and chili burgers.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "Oh Donna" by ????

Double O has lost it all in one fell swoop

Dude. Doubles. That made, almost, no sense. I know I can be a touch cryptic from time to time, but, my brother. "Afterwith" ?? What are you talking about. Maybe I'm just too tired.

On my was to utter insanity

Im finally finished with the 5th harry potter book. pretty good. Im back in study mode and am improving emencely. I should be taking one of three test by the end of this month. I have to take at least 2 by the end of Feburary, so one of the others will be done shortly afterwith.

I need a vacation.

Double O

The Stay, The Kite, The Girl, The Game

THE STAY: Eddie, I hope your stay with our friend, his wife, daughter and live in somebody was better than my stay with our friend, HIS wife, daughter and live in somebody.

THE KITE: ST, what do you mean we have good stories? To which do you refer? I'm very happy Ashlee gets a kite. Every boy and every girl deserves a kite. I need one.

THE GIRL: Weird things are developing between me and Jayln. She's so young... this is weird. Wait, it's not like I haven't been here before.

THE GAME: I now hold the high score on this compter's Bejeweled game. 22580! I can finally quit playing.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Starting Hell

I start hell tommorow. I am sitting in my room on a dial-up connection that actually is not too bad. I am using Netscape and it has a web accelerator. Don't really know what the hell that is, but it seems to help. The connection is not too slow. If I want to download something big I will just wait until I go to ST's on the weekend.

My room is nice. It has a full size fridge, queen bed, TV (with VHS, Thank God for my little DVD player), recliner, dresser, desk, microwave, toaster, my own bathroom, a desk, and a COFFEE POT!! There are some other little things here and there but nothing significant.

Not much else to tell right now other than my nose is stuffed up and I have a headache so I feel like shit.

I will let y'all know how the class is going.

Skiddin' outta here,

Eddie

Mungo Mungo Mungo

...and others.

You are full of great stories. Your stories are great.

Eddie and I need to go to Fry's electronics today. Okay, we don't need to but we really want to.

Before Eddie and I go on an adventure I am going to go fly a kite. No, really, I am going to go fly a kite with my wonderful daughter, Ashlee. Yep, that is what we are going to do. Right now!

BYE BYE

ST

No Purpose At All

ST and I went to get Starbucks this morning. Those stupid Tofu eating mother fuckers. They fucked up our coffees. OldMan has been deleted. Well, figuratively, not litterally. He never blogs and I don't think he even checks this thing.

Oh well, he is probably doing something that none of us understand being his secretive self. I talk to him upon occasion, but nothing of big conversations.

Anyway, ST has to go and fly a kite.

Later All

Leroy's Before 2:10 a.m.

I left the Romanzof Half around 12:10 a.m. after sleeping for 30 minutes and lying in bed for 90 minutes trying to get back to sleep. That much time spent on that sort of endevor tends to frustrate a brother, so I bolted in the direction to the one constant thing in my life. Leroy's.

Jen and her friend, Liz (not the waitress Liz, but a more different Liz, a blonde one), were sitting in Jen's car outside and they invited me to go with them on a 10 minute road trip to Liz's house and back. They had to pick something up. I said I'd just wait for them inside. And inside I went where Waitress Liz was looking very pretty and bouncing all around the 'straunt with coffee pots and note pads. We exchanged hello's and I sat at a booth and told her to take her time getting to me. I opened my brand spanking new photo album and went to work sliding pictures into the plastic sleeves.

Developing film in the infernal method of Random Selection is, indeed, infernal... and chancey?
So, here goes my diagram to explain my 11 rolls of pictures taken between Iowa/Denver/Vegas/Logan/Canada/Anchorage.

1 X
2
3 X
4
5
6 X
7
8
9
10
11 X

The four "x's" indicate the numbered rolls of film already developed. With 24 pics per roll I supposed that perhaps 19 of them would be canidates for the photo album whose maximum capacity is 200 photographs.

11 x 19 = 209
11 x 5 = 55
209 - y = 200
y = 9
y + 55 = 64

So, I will have 64 photographs left over...

64 - 1 = 63

...minus the picture of Lissy I framed for Julie's Christmas present. What to do with 63 extra pictures? Hmmm.... Any suggestions?

Anyway, Liz and Jen came back and I ended up sitting at a booth with thems two and a nice fellow named Chuck. They taught me how to play a card game, Egyptian, and I think I would have lost, but we didn't get to finish the game. Apparently we were in flagrant violation of the Leroy's Card Ban and were forced to quit. Jen, a waitress at the establishment, got severely chewed out by the owner in front of several other customers.

Liz, Jen, and Chuck went to Denny's to play cards. They invited me along, but I wanted to get home to take another crack at the sleeping thing. I ordered a to-go box of corned beef hash, pancakes, scrabled eggs, and garnish to eat before I go to work, exchanged some friendly words with Pretty Liz, got to my car, rocked out to Modest Mouse, and drove home with good smelling boxes in the passenger seat (safely seat belted into place as a percaution against the combonation of my absent mind and the Northern Lights black ice) and thought about where Mary was and why she wasn't with us tonight, getting into trouble, talking loud, and being a general nusence.

But now that I'm at the Half and set up at the computer, and not feeling the least bit tired, I wish I was at Denny's playing Egyptian with Jen and my new buddies Chuck and Blonde Liz (who is also pretty, but in a kinda-too-big-for-her-face teeth sort of way). Oh well. I ate my scrambled eggs and I'm off to eat the garnish and try to go back to sleep. Wish me luck, oh my brothers.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the Day: "Cowboy Dan" - Modest Mouse (I think this is like the 4th time Cowboy Dan has become the song of the day!)

Open Field

Eddie and I went adventuring today. We rode all over the place and then some. It was great. A total of 6 hours and 60 miles on trails. Good times.

No pictures this time. Next time we go we will be taking the video camera for some movie action.

I am too tired to blog much more than this. Eddie is too tired to blog anything.

See ya.

ST

Ummm...

Damn, and to think that I used to be one of the most reliable people in the world. Crap.

ST

Jezzabel and the dillusional placing of bets

#1 There is a girl and her name is Jayln. She is as old as Caitlin and it creeps me out that I think she's sexy. She only flirts with one person in the whole store; to the rest of the Sportsmen's Warehouse employees, she bestows only shy smiles. When I say flirts with one person I'm talking about my self and when I say "flirts" I mean she body checks me, pokes me, shoots rubber bands at my face (luckily she never hits it, a terrible shot, she), or makes me grab soft round parts of her. The thought I had was that I'd ask her out. Nick, my assistant manager, and my persistent friend, is frustrated to no end that I haven't because he seems to think I've got it sown up in a silk sack and neatly gift wrapped. But everytime I start talking to her, I keep thinking of Caitlin's friends... that are seven years younger than me.

#2 Around lunch time (when I dropped off the pictures I took in Nevada) I got a feeling that ST had FINALLY sent my wayward DVD's. I dunno. Maybe it was just seeing his ugly mug in the pictures that got me thinking about what I left in his care. Whatever the reason I got this thought, it was strong and undeniable. If anyone had read my mind and asked me about it, I would have bet them money that my feeling was right. When I got home, after a stop at Carrs for $77 in groceries (mostly honey and cottage cheese), I checked my mail box and guess what!? There was a nicely packaged brown package in the exact dimensions and weight of my DVD case. "Why would Mike put a pink puppy sticker on the back? Maybe Ashlee did it," I thought. Then I flipped the package over, rejoicing in my ability to predict the future, and was immediately confused. "Why did Mike send my DVD's to RoomieJulie? When was he in a Seattle post office? What are these extreme lengths he's taken and why the secrecy!? Certainly he would have blogged such an adventure." Then reality set in and I realized that I was delusioned by optimisim. Afterall, it was too good to be true. Mike following through with something? PLEASE! How silly of me. I'm glad I didn't place any bets. Cause, you know, in Las Vegas, nobody beats the house.

peace and love,
mungo

Documentary of the Month: "One Giant Leap"

Fill In

-- Sorry to hear about Cami, but you've got to respect someone who thinks like that.
-- Bubbles is doing much better. They're doing elctroshock theropy and traction on his back 5 times a week for 4 weeks. He can already stretch out. His stomach doesn't hurt anymore. About his head? I dunno.
-- Patty cake? I guess you're right. Gay-ass "brotha" hand shakes are like patty cake, huh? Interesting. MARY will be at Leroy's tonight and so will I. My roommates are gone for the weekend.
--ST, Eddie, Logandale looks sweet. I wish I was there to see that truck. I'm very excited you guys are having a good time. Take/Send pictures, wanna? reckon?

--Peace and Love, Mungo

--PS, my oatmeal's about to boil over and burn the house down!

Drunk Idiots

Speaking of idiots. How is Shovels doing? We never heard anything back about all his maladies other than "I am better". WTF?

Eddie's back in town and being a bad influence on me. Joy. We are going riding tomorrow. Logandale. I posted a link in a prior post (go find it lazy bastard). We also went for a ride yesterday afternoon and that was a blast. There is a story to it...wanna hear it? Here it goes...

Eddie and I are just riding along and notice a large white monstrosity in the distance. As we drew closer Eddie and I took note that it was a white Chevy pickup truck...vertical! It looks like it was stuck straight up and down on a hill that no sane person should try and drive up. These guys tried. So, we stopped and talked with the three underage drunks. He told us, "Dude, I just thought I would park it there." Yeah, okay, slick. "You wanna beer?" "Uh, no." Eddie and I rode off on our trusty steeds. About five minutes later we went back by and there they were trying to get this thing unstuck while the three of them tried not to tumble down the hill. One came over and informed us that the axle was hung up on a boulder. We chuckled and rode off. The tow strap in my storage compartment safely tucked away, unused. Our last vision was the trucks lights in the distance...still vertical. Hee hee.

There you have it.

ST out

Vegas Stakes

I am back in Vegas. I got back yesterday and ST and I went quad riding. We had a good ole time. I missed my quad. ST has a good story from last night.

Not a whole lot going on right now. It is early as hell for being up on a Saturday. I went to bed early thought last night, so I got plenty of sleep.

Well, I talked to Cami and that went about how I expected it to. I asked a question that I already knew the answer to. I asked if she had any intention of getting into a real relationship with me. The answer was no. Her reasoning (which is actually good reasoning) is that I am gone too much and she did not think she could handle that. No biggy, just bummed me out a little bit but I will press on.

Not much else going on, just getting ready to start school on Monday. How the hell is Bubbles?

Mungo are you gonna bang the chick that you played patty cake with or what?

Later YoYo's

Eddie

Leroy's Before 1:21 a.m.

Last night, that is. Doubles and I went to Leroy's last night. He got paid so we had some spending abilities which first took us The Lounge Bar. I had a glass of water (a cheap date, Double O said) (and the black waitress said, "I stirred in a little chocolate for you," and I was wierded out) and 007 had a beer of some sort. Likely AlAskAn Amber. It's all the man drinks. We left after just the one drink due to my own bubbling ridicule of the musicians that nearly became a geyser of guffaws . [come on, when you open with "Let's Get it On" and have no passion and you're playing a keyboard and get 1/3 of the way through the song and have to start over because you mess up... comeongetaclue!]

We left and Double O said, "It's your turn, where next?" I said, "Leroy's, my man, Leroy's."

Nobody we knew was working the counter or the floor, but our good inhospitable buddy in the kitchen was fryin' it up. Later Jen and Roxy came in and Jeano hollered at them and they hollered back. Then Mary came in and ordered a lot of food and everyone made fun of her because she was the only one eating. Funny thought. There were seven of us in a three booth radius and only one of us was eating. Those in the majority were starving. Strictly to death.

On our way out I was stopped my Mary, who I think I have a crush on,, who was surprised that I was leaving so early (1:15 a.m.),,, who wanted to show me the secret hand shake,,,, who did show me the secret handshake,,,,, who has strong hands,,,,,, who, as it turns out, loves Strong Bad and this is her favorite e-mail. Or maybe it was this one, I forgot. They are related, afterall. I can't understand why ST and Eddie aren't stinkin' addicted to this site. Maybe that's why I don't have a crush on you.

I wasn't tired, and Double O didn't have to work today so we decided to go to Palmer. Yep. Palmer. Whooptie-laddie-do-da-day-glo. Nothing was happening. But on the way back, at 70 mph, we narrowly escaped driving up the butts of two moose. Double O said the white of their rumps drew his attention and that's the only reason we avoided getting butt in our throats. He was pretty shaken up about the thing and had to pull over.

That was it. Not very exciting, I guess. Although I did learn a 10-move secret handshake. We practiced it a lot so, it was kinda like holding her hand for 5 minutes. Awww...

Peace and Love,
Mung0h

I'm Outta Here

Assuming that I get everything done today, I will be outta Utah tonight. Just getting everything ready to go. I will fill y'all in (so to speak) on more stuff later.

Gotta pack the rest of my bags and my computer is one of the things going in the bags.

Later

Eddie

3 word blog

At mungos again. work is good. julie is drugged. lissy is funny. Im doing better. Van runs well. weather is cold. Lights are pretty. Electroshock treatment rules. I love yall.

peace out dawgs
Double O Seven

My crack habit...

Eddie has discovered my crack addiction! Damn. Oh well, just don't do anything stupid like post it on the internet and stuff.

So Mungo lives with a pot head. I wonder what Mungo does in his free time? I bet I know why he's late for work.

Hey! Speaking of nothing at all... What happened with Shovel O's doctor appointment? Did the doc tell him that he is just being a big ass baby? I bet he didn't tell him that. You want to know why I think that the Doc didn't tell him that? Huh? You wanna know? Do you? Huh? Huh? CAUSE HE ISN'T A BABY!!!!!! Thats why!

ST out

Sources

You want me to reveal my source? Lets just say it is a free site. Warrents are not posted on it (nor will warrents be posted on the internet ever.) However, you can find out if someone has been/is incarcerated. Each state is different for what they will post.

Well, Cami is coming over here tonight (in theory.) We will see. She will be here around 2030 my time.

I am ready to go to Vegas. I was at work today and around 1400 and said I was bored to my boss. He said "Go home." I did. I called him to tell him something later and he said don't bother coming into work tommorow. I have to go in for a few things, but I will probably be done with work no later than noon (assuming I get my orders tommorow. I have still not gotten them.)

I want to go riding! NOW!

I am looking forward to a nice, relaxing (yeah, right) ride in the great outdoors.

Peace Up!

Eddie

Police Records

Yes, that was me. Busted at Wal*Mart and have been banned forever at both Wally World and Sam's Bungalow. Ahhh... framed up on that charge though. I was nervous about the Air Force finding out and losing my brand new SrA stripe so I took leave on my court date (and for 3 days after incase jail time was coming) (because I was stupid), went to court, pleaded my case and the judge said, "Comunity Service or die in Aquaba!"

See what happened was, I was in uniform and these guys were starting a fight with us, pushing and shoving and all of that so we ranged outside... well, I had a package of photos in my hand the security broke up the fight after I threw one punch and got punched in the back... because the Wal*Mart security guys REALLY wanted their pictures back.

The cops were called and all of that. Nothing ended up being permanent, well, you saw.

What's that site, Eddie? RoomieJulie wants to look up her dad's record.

Peace and Love,
Erik (with a "K")

Too Early and Don't Wanna Go to Work

It is 0630ish here. I dont want to go to work today. I have some base howyadoin that I am going to forget all the details by the time that I get back from Nellis anyway.

Couldn't sleep last night. Went to bed around 2100 and tossed and turned for about an hour until I just decided to get my un-happy ass out of bed. Tried to IM ST but to no avail. He was probably already sleeping which is what I was wishing I could do.

I made myself a pot of coffee (decaf, suprisingly) and sat at my computer and did nothing productive other than use a sight to find out shit about peoples police records. Mungo, I always forget if you use a "k" or a "c" at the end of your first name, but there is someone with your name that got nailed for shoplifting in AK in 2001. Come to think of it, I think it is your birthday too. I am guessing that it is you. The case was dismissed though, so I guess you didn't actually do it.

I have my first attempt at divorce with Miranda on the files. It got catagorized as "Lack of Prosecution"

OO has no criminal records in AK, Neither does ST. ST does have some other interesting shit online though in the NV section. Nothing illegal, just interesting shit that I didn't think that even I would find online.

Mungo, I don't know if the "Dude...." saying sounds more like me or more like ST. I guess at times it is interchangeable because we do both say a lot of the same goofy stuff.

Anyway... more coffee then off to work in the near future.

Eddie

The Romanzof Half, 17JAN05 - 18JAN05

This is my third time trying to blog. Something's been screwy with GCI and it's makin' me none to happy. You know that feeling when you type about 6 good paragraphs and then it's all gone? Ya. Me too.

Last night Double O came over to the Romanzof Half. The ladies were baked and baking. Hillary made a delicious looking veggie burger and Julie made some rice crispy treats. They were the marshmellowiest crispy treats I had ever eaten. Good though. I made some rice and tomato sauce mash, then for good measure (and because it goes with everything) I gave the pot a good squirt of Ranch Dressing. It was fab.

We watched "Without a Paddle," again. Julie has watched that movie everyday since last Tuesday and it's driving me batty. Then, the ladies retired to their rooms and Bubbles and I watched "Garden State."

We went outside for a smoke and blamo! The northern lights were amazing. They were the best I had ever seen from town. Shards and a few colors. Green and purple. and... black? Oh. That was probably just the sky. Double Osph and I drove out to Woronozof Point and had a nice viewing there.

I had a bad headache from sitting too close to the TV with the lights off, so we drove over to Northern Air Cargo where Double O raided the pain pill stash they have in the break room. Like a fruit basket for mechanics, I imagine. He told me when he came back out to the van that the night crew, consisting of five grown men, were all sitting around together in the breakroom watching porn when he walked in. I guess they acted like nothing was wrong with that and to defend themselves one guy said, "What. We're on break."

Sure.

Double O and I drove around the airplanes for a while and then we drove around my neighborhood to discover a very strange dimensional warp existing between some of these residential streets. We tried to take back streets to my house but ended up looping right back around to where we started on Northern Lights. So, we drove a block further down, to my street, and carried along with it until we ended up somewhere behind ourselves on a street we were on from the other loop which took us right back to the first street we tried. It's hard to explain, but I'm never going back there again. We've solved the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle (at least the scientific reasons for the quirky navigation there) but I have serious doubts anyone will ever solve that mystery. I for one consider myself lucky that we made it out alive.

He dropped me off and I slept for a long time. I woke up and still had a headache. That's just no good. I made some oatmeal (with honey, raising, cinnamon, and mustard) (jk) and decided to walk to the library. So I did. I took some strange roads I had never been on, the wind was cold and the walk was kinda long, but it was great. I got there safe and sound and no trouble from the ice, thanks to my Stablicers! "Dudes," as Eddie would say, "these things rock balls." They are the same things I walked around on icey icey Beluga Point with and NEVER had a single faulty step. When I walked to the library today, it was with confidence. It's amazing.

At the library I worked some more on my book. Not as much as I wanted to get done, but I stayed until they closed. Closed down the library. Hell ya. Isn't that an exciting story about the library?

I walked home to an empty house (but I thought Hillary was home sleeping) at 10 p.m. I tried to blog but Explorer wouldn't even come up. So I made Ramen and mixed it up with the left over oatmeal (jk) and ate it. Then, tired of watching the same DVD's over and over and over again, I decided to dive into the VHS world and I found "Nell." I hadn't seen it since it came out and I remembered liking it a lot, so I put it in.

I got half way through and Julie and Hillary came home. Julie was blottoed. It wasn't even cool. There I am, curled up with a nice fuzzy red blanket (with a print-pattern liner of hearts), drinking hot apple cider on a winter's night, watching a very endearing movie all my my lonesome, and here this retarded burnt-out drunk loud pothead of a roommate comes home, screams at everything in her way, turns off the movie and puts in "Without a Paddle." Not wanting to deal with her, I decided that I'd just finish the movie later and stole her cigarettes and went outside. A moose was eating the neighbor's tree. When I came back inside Hillary made me stay in the living room and made Julie turn off "Without a Paddle" and let me watch mine. I didn't want anyone to "stick up for me" at that point so I started getting mad at Hillary until I noticed that Julie was also getting mad at Hillary and I realized Hillary wasn't sticking up for me, but mothering Julie with the Rules of Right and Wrong. The more I get to know this Julie, the more I realize that she's not really with us, if you know what I mean.

They're both asleep now, and I think I'm headed to bed as well. Tomorrow I'm going to read ALL DAY LONG. I wanted to read an entire book in one sitting.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Um. Haven't listened to any. OMG!

Ridin'

Dudes, This place looks awesome! I can't wait to go. I am going to take off Thursday afternoon now because my boss gave me Friday off. I am looking forward to going for a good ride.

Work still sucks right now. I sit around and do nothing.

Later

Eddie

Ride on my brothers...

This weekend Eddie and I shall be some riding fools... Here

ST

Eddie Not Blown Up Yet

Damn Bubbles, Get your ass healthy. Do what you need to do to do that too. If it means Divorce (she is probably what gave you the ulcer anyway) then do it. Now I can't give you any advice on not walking into planes other than get your head out of your ass and look around you. Keep the SA switch in the O-N possition not the O-F-F position.

Really though, I hope you get better soon because we all love the Bubbles and want to see you healthy.

Mungo, I hope you are on time more often now. I remember a week in AK where I was late 3 days in a row. Even Russo had problems keeping me out of trouble by that point. But he did anyway.

Went and saw "White Noise" last night. I liked it. wan't the best movie, but I still thought it was good. Could have been that I was with Cami that made it better though. We are going to see "In Good Company" on Thursday. That was kind of a compromise, but she wanted to see "WN" too but she wanted to see "IGC" more.

So Mungo, What exactly is your status with the ladiethes? I am not fully clear on what you are doing.

ST, I am looking forward to riding this weekend. It will be fun! I will help anytime I can with building your shelves. You know anyway, if I can do anything (to an extent, no perv stuff) for you I would do it if I am able. That goes for the whole group for that matter, but ST is closer than y'all are. I don't think I can just go up to AK for a weekend to build shelves.

We need to start looking at when we are all gonna hook up again. I don't have a shit clue of when this would be, but we need to at least think about it.

Damn, I am tired of living in a hotel and I have 5 months to go on it.

Peace up Dudes,

Eddie

More shelf action...

Today I spent half the day building more shelves in the garage. I am the building machine this weekend! WOO WOO.

Don't worry, Eddie, there are more to build when you get here. And they are the fun kind too....hanging from the ceiling kind! Double WOO!

Mungo, have you thought that maybe staying out until the wee hours of the morning might be making you late for work? Just a crazy thought.

ST slipping off.

Crapola

Dude, 007 needs some serious medical attention! Beck says that the gut pain sound just like an ulcer. What is the worst thing in the world for an ulcer? Coffee! along with any other caffine or acidic food/drink. If it is an ulcer he needs to be on medicine ASAP and lay off the caffine.

I hope his head and back are okay. Luckily for Bubbles, hitting his head won't mess much up! Just kidding man. Tell him that I hope he gets better. I would give him a call but the fact that Julie would probably answer the phone...just can't do it. Just can't. If he wants to give me a call I would love to talk to him. Any night around 7pm AK time.

Okay then, I'm outta here to find some happy thoughts again.

ST

Leroy's Before 1:20 a.m.

Ya ya I know, called it an early night, but I have to work tomorrow...

I left the house after watching some Strong Bad e-mails and a nap on the small couch in our very clean living room. (Props to Julie Howard who went ape with the cleaning supplies today.) I drove to Leroy's directly by way of N.Lights, spit onto Benson, left on Arctic, right on Fireweed, and quick cut between Greek Corner and the Florist/Tattoo Shop and parked at the far end of the crowded parking lot.

I walked in, saw that my end seat at the counter was free and walked there. I made eye contact with a strikingly beautiful girl that was sitting in a corner booth and did not break eye contact until I was past her, at which point she said, "You're high." I laughed, sat down, said "Hi" to Jen and "Hey there little man" to Thor, her son, and "Sup dude" to her husband (whose name I don't remember so we'll call him Mssr. Adelaide "Chester" Elegante), sat down and spilled my notebooks all over the counter. I dove in and began scribbling and reading and making racing noises. 15 minutes after I sat down, the crappy waitress (the nastily Asian women were working and I don't like them. Not because they're Asian, but because they own the joint and don't give a cow-pucky about scraggily muffins like MeMungo) finally hit me with the black coffee and ice water. She never returned to take my order.

Half an hour after I walkedededed in Jen asked if I had an extra smoke and I said, "No, this pack only came with 20 in it, no extras," but went outside and gave her one of mine anydangway. While standing out there, brooding to myself that I only had one smoke left in my pocket and imagined how long of a night it would be with coffee and no cigarettes, I we chatted about her son. I saw a white mini van and said, "It's funny, that looks like my buddy's van, you remember Jake right? But he's not here, we were supposed to meet here 20-30 minutes ago." I looked into the restraunt and said, "He's not here is he?" And looked at the booth where the mad hottie was sitting who thought I was high. ONE BOOTH OVER sat Double O, reading his book. Plain as day. Only 10 feet behind him, sitting on the counter, was my coffee, my ice water, and my notebooks. I said, "Hold this," gave Jen my ciggie and went inside and yelled at Double O. I can't believe I missed him, but he could. After I told him the story, he said, "Well you were looking at that girl."

That was about as exciting as the night got, aside from tales and grunts of Double O's pain. We drank 7 cups of coffee and Double O calculated that we drink an average of 2,400 cupp-a's coffee a year. He does some funny math. Joe, the cook, said to Natalie (who thankfully took over our table when the Asians left), "Are they going to stay here all night? This isn't a library you know." She stuck up for us but it made me feel pretty unwelcome. He's never said anything about me hanging out so long before.

Mary was there and she showed me a book she was reading by Jack Kerouac. It was of his poetry and we read a few of them to eachother. But that was the extent of our conversation, essentially, she was in a downer mood. I think I overheard something Jeano the Regular say to her about making decisions and some people aren't worth keeping in your life. Sounded heavy so I just left her alone. She left without saying goodbye to anyone. I hope we see her again.

On my drive home there was an alarm going off at KFC. Double O and I had thought it was coming from the Key Bank, but it wasn't. The funny part is, there were no cops. Nothing. No sirens, no nuthin. The alarm had been hollering for almost 2 hours.

Peace and Love,
MeMungo

Song of the day: "Let It Go" by Frou Frou

P.S. I've had my atomic clock sitting under my PJ's in my crotch the whole time I've been blogging. There's a temperature gauge on there so.... hold on.... just lemme.... 87.7 degrees in my pants. Quite warm.

;)

Double O Needs Happy Thoughts

"I'm falling apart and I can't wait to die," were Double O's exact words.

Tomorrow the man has an appointment with a chiropractor to view x-rays he had done on his back a few days ago. L4 and L5 on his lower spine are both messed up. This, he believes, is a flare up of his LSU football ending injury he received in a scrimmage against Univerisy of Miami. He has pain from his feet to his head and today his knees buckled while he was on a ladder and nearly fell into a big hole. It would be kinda funny if this wasn't so serious. You guys remember how much of a trooper Double O was on those bike rides and I've been with him on multiple 3-4 day hikes. The man has a tolerance to pain I could only wish for.

Aside from his back problems there is more. He hit his head really really hard on a propeller two weeks ago and he's worried he might have fractured his skull. No shit. He can't comb his hair (like he ever does anyway) without extreme pain. Yesterday he hit his head in the exact same place on his van and it nearly knocked him out. I ordered him to mention this to the Doc tomorrow and he promised he would.

Thirdly, his guts have been folding him over in pain. He said it's not gas and it's not reflux and it's not anything he's ever experienced before. Guys, he's in so much pain his eyes were watering and his face was turning red and he couldn't speak full sentences. I'm really worried about our friend. I'm going to call him before he goes to his appointment and remind him that he PROMISED to mention it. I'd go with him to insure such info was relayed, but I have to work.

Fourthly, and I hope lastly, his hands still have the "Uncontrollable Tremor," and it's happening more often than before.

He may want to die, and I don't exactly blame him, but I don't want him to die and neither does anyone else. Double O needs our happy thoughts and our prayers and our encouragement. I got him out to Leroy's tonight, just to get him "out" of that Duplex of Depression he's living in.

Wanna hear about Leroy's? Scroll up!

Peace and Love,
Mommo (what Lizzy calls me)

Tired ST

I spent the entire day building shelves in my garage then cleaning up all the crap in there. There are now 3 sixteen foot shelves to put crap on. I have gotten the garage looking somewhat decent. I have to put some finishing touches on them and I may add on to them next weekend when Eddie is here. :o

I am going to make Eddie work for his room, board and ATV storage. WOO WOO!

Every part of my body is tired so I am done typing. I will talk to you fags later.

ST out

Eddie is gonna blow up

EDDIE: If you're not careful, all those gadgets will be the end of you. Some mysterious, but sexy, female robotic voice will materialize in the air around your ears and start issuing destruction warnings and before you have a chance to pull the car over to the side of the road, ka-pluie!

In the six years I was in the Air Force I was maybe late 4 times (other than the one or two minute days when you're running briefly behind or traffic at the gate was unexpectedly delayed in 4 mile long lines), and in the last two weeks at Sportsmen's Warehouse I've been late (by more than 40 minutes each time) 5 times. That's an average of once every two days! I don't know what's going on, but I've got a motivation now. As much as I can't wait to get another job, I can't afford to lose this one now. And if I lose this one for being late all the time, what kind of refrence do I expect to get when I apply elsewhere?

Good luck with the car, Edward Adams.

Peace and Love my nick-named Bros,
Mungo

What the Hell???

Mungo, is being late a common occurance? I really can't see you as that kind of a slacker.

My day was interesting yesterday. I went and got some speakers and an amp in my car. 4 Infinities and an Alpine amp. This was an adventure. You would think with proffessional installation there would be no problems. Not exactly how it ended up. Here is how it went... I got everything installed and started to roll out of the parking lot and noticed the check engine light was on. pulled over, turned off the car and turned it back on. Light still on. Brought it back to Circuit City (CC). The light miraculously went off (honestly, all he did was turn on the car again and it was gone.) He thought it may have been tripped by a data sensor cable so he re-routed the wire. So that all gets done and I am off again. I drive it back to my hotel with no problems. I get in my car later and go to change the temp control and it does not move, without a little convincing. I convinced the knob (so to speak) and the radio cuts out. Imagine what I am thinking... "What the fuck??" Bring it back to CC, they fix the issue here. Apparently a box that they had to put in interfered with the temp control. All that got fixed, so I leave again. Well now get this shit... It is now stuck on heat. No cool air possible. Bring it back again, and the disk is on the one 1/8th inch deadspot where it will not matter where the hell you turn the knob. Got that fixed and now all is good. (in theory)

I will eventually get a new deck and a subwoofer. The deck will come first, the sometime down the road the sub. The sub just takes up so much damn room. i will see if there is a place they can counter-sink one. Dunno....

Didn't go out with Cami yesterday though. She never called. Poor Eddie. Ah, well. She will probably call sometime today. If she doesn't oh well.

Later my peeps

Eddie

Old Flute

...a 35,000-year-old flute carved from the tusk of a now-extinct woolly mammoth...

...check it out...
http://www.everything-science.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=82&Itemid=2

...or...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/news/story/0,11711,1375698,00.html

Got Nothing Going For Me

Eddie, as much as you complain about things (stupid people, mostly) I'm surprised you're so critical of me and my film prejudices. Something so simple. Sheesh. I also like live theater. I've been in a few plays (before the Air Force) and I thought about getting into it here. I've been to a few Improv Shows, but nothing too crazy.

I have rice boiling on the stove. I have to turn it down to simmer.

I also agree with ST's blogo ideas. My ideas always suck. I have nothing going for me.

Also, at work today, I got written up and if I'm late one more time in the next 3 months, I'm fired. So there's that.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Ruthless

Eddie, you are one ruthless mofrappy. It's a good thing that Mungo knows you have nothing but love for him or he might have hired a hit man!

Yes, I was pretty much on the floor laughing my ass off at the Russian thing. That would have been some funny crap to secretly video tape. Maybe Mungo needs to find someone with a video camera and a messed up sense of humor and just go around town having fun. Send the tape to me and you will get a DVD back complete with music.

See ya.

ST

Fucking Hippies

Mungo, Quit being a fucking hippie. Enough of the tofu crunch and go take a bite out of a moose. Just watch the movies and enjoy them. That is what they are there for. Although I had to listen to my step-dad go off on the remake of "Oceans 11." He went off that the original was much better. But this is off topic. If you are expecting something to be like a book, forget it. Most cases it does not happen that way. If you don't like special effects, blame George Lucas, he is the one that got the kick going the most I think with "Star Wars." If you want something that I know you would enjoy, start going to live theatre. I have been to a few and I thought it kicked ass. The most impressive one was "Singing in the Rain." I went to that with my mom about 10 years ago, but it was good. So enough with the hippie shit, and go rub a knife on a napkin.

As far as the SMF, I haven't actually even been on there. Sorry (well, not really, but that is the way I am.) But what ST is saying sounds like a good Idea.

Dude, the Russian thing was hillarious. I find it funny because if you would have run into me, I would have started to speak in Russian to you and then your cover would have been blown. he he he. But the whole concept just makes me laugh. Especially the European shoe size thing.

Later yo's

Eddie

Retarded Hamster

No real reason for this post except to have a post named Retarded Hamster.

Speaking of retarded hamsters. Here is a whole page of retards!

I'm outta here!

Just hangin in "The Village"

The Village was a really cool movie. I liked the twists and turns.

Mungo, why does it not suprise me that you are so anti-hollywood? I am talking as far as the effects go. I am anti-hollywood just because about 90% of the people there are freaking idiots and can't think for themselves. Scientology? Anyone? Oh, sorry about that. Today's flavor is Kabbalah. Like I said, IDIOTS.

Mungo, I have what your first SMF should be about! Lemmings! YES YES! That is it! You can sound off about how Hollywood is just a bunch of retarded hamsters! WOO WOO!

ST going to run over a cliff now.

Anti-Tree Bastard

Why do you have to be so anti-tree, Mungo? Why? Huh?

I don't think that the free form flowing blog will work well for the SMF. Tin Can Spi is just like three-way calling for email...friends shooting the shit.

I personally think that SMF would be better served by you having full control. Get rid of everyone at once. Then...YOU carefully plan a weekly "article" that focuses on something that YOU would like to talk about. This way you will have all week to get ready you can even write the whole thing and save it as a draft in the bloggie then publish it when the time is right and the moon is full.

After you get your rhythm going then you can ask for a guest "writer" here and there. Right now there isn't any focus.

So, if you wanted my two cents then you got it. If you didn't want my two cents then you still got it. There you have it. I don't even need any change because that is just the type of person that I am.

ST out

Mungo the Russian

This is my first Blog in the last three days. I'm really not doing anything. Last night I watched "King Arthur" at Double O's house and then I watched "I, Robot" at my house. I hated both of them. But that's me. I'm sick of special effects, and I'm sick of big battle scenes. But mostly I'm sick of people ruining classic literature. I hate it even more that people like it. The only thing I hate more than both of those is ME going ON and ON about The Hollywood Devil Machine. It's so dull to be a snob.

The most interesting thing I've done in the last few days was, well, actually, just a minute ago. I went to REI and pretended to be a Russian climber who can't speak much of the english lanuage. People were really nice to me and watching them do facial expressions and hand gestures for phrases like, "The guy in the beard over there can help you," are really hillarious to watch. Plus, saying "43, please" is really fun with a Russian accent. (I gave them my Europian shoe size.)

Okay, I'm off to do some writing in my book. I'm stuck at a funny part where I am about to get suspended for being tardy too much in high school. I was suspended like a hundred times for being late. They kept screaming expusion, but only handed out three day vacations. So sweet a deal.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, the SMF blog is going nowhere, hence: Tree. I think it's time to reconsider the focus of an on-line Forum for The Smiff.


Song of the day: Something by The Strokes, gosh, I don't know. Idiot!

ATV like a Mo Fo

I am excited about going to ride the trails. I love riding. I wish I was riding right now. But I am still in Utah because I am too lazy to drive down to Vegas this weekend.

I am bored and have nothing to write about.

Later

Friday is almost here

Tomorrow is Friday. I have to work Friday. Eddie doesn't. Eddie gets a 4 day weekend. Screw Eddie.

I was talking with Aaron tonight over dinner. We were discussing the finer points of planning a trip up to Utah this year to ride the Paiute Trail. We were talking about grabbing Eddie and heading off with some tents and adventure in our hearts. Then the women got wind of the idea and would now like to go as well. The woman folk won't stay in tents on the trail so we will have to plan stops each night in the towns located along the trail. What a blast!

Anyway, my quad will be fixed up by the end of next week. $3400 later. Luckily, insurance rocks balls and I only paid $250.

I think that I may just try and build the shelves in the garage this weekend. It just has to get done. There is barely any room to walk down the middle of the thing. When my quad is out of the shop I will have to find room for 4 of them in my garage! Joy.

Okay, I'm off.

ST out

Long, Boring Work Week

This week was long as hell, even though it is primarily over for me. I did jack shit except for a few appointments. I got 95% of my inprocessing done though. We have Fri-Mon off, except for me going to the flight doc in the morning for my inprocessing crap.

My new boots have now become worn into my feet and they fit real nice. They are Bates so they are extremely comfortable.

I have broken it off with Rosalie. It was not fun, nor did I enjoy any part of the conversation. I did this on the way home from Cami's house last night while driving down the freeway at 75 mph. It sucked, but shit happens and we move on.

Speaking of moving on... I was thinking about going to Vegas this weekend because it is a long break, but, FUCK THAT! I am going to be there next weekend anyway. Too much driving and my car already has 2000 miles on it and I bought it 2 weeks ago. However, Cami and I are going to hang a few times this weekend.

Man, I hope I don't totally fuck things up with her. If I did that, not only would I feel bad, but then I would probably not be in Beck's greatest graces either. ST knows what it is like when your best friends wife has issues with you. Though, I really can't compare the 2 becuase one is a pain in the ass at times and the other is just cool as hell to hang with.

Not much else going on here. Just going to be sitting around tonight thinking about fun things to do and then not go do them.

Later

Eddie

Too Early

I am fixin' to go to work... there is stuff I need to blog , but do not have the time right now. I will blog the adventures later today when I am done with work.

Eddie

Leroy's Before 3:00 a.m.

Double O and I left Beluga Point listening to The Postal Service around 9:30 p.m. We knew where we were going without mentioning it because I had my orange back pack and he had his Harry Potter book. Duh. Leroy's.

Liz was working again tonight and we talked a little, but not so much as last night. She asked me how the writing was going and I told her good and she started to back off so she wouldn't interupt some forming genious and I told her nothing could stop the roll I was on and she said she wanted to read it and Double O said I had a long way to go before I was done and she said she was patcient and I said that was good because she'd be waiting about 30 years and she told me she had faith in me because of my amazing coffee drinking abilities and I told her about my coffee hang over and that I only wanted tea and she said okay but she never brought the tea and kept filling my cup with the black stuff which I drank because I like it and ended up drinking another five cups before Double O and I decided to leave around 2:15 a.m. and I dropped him at his house and told him that if he wasn't in too much trouble with Julie that I'd like to go to Leroy's with him tomorrow night and he said he'd like that too and I said but only if you're not in too much trouble and he said good night and I said can you take this with you and handed him his trash and he said good night and I said can you take these with you and handed him his gloves and he laughed and said good night and I said good night and then I whipped a shitty in the middle of Moose Run Circle and drove home almost stopping back off at Leroy's for that cup of tea Liz never brought over to me but decided to get some sleep under the watchful eye of my atomic clock that turns out has a useless reciever because I'm just outside of the 2000 mile range of Ft. Collins, CO but use as an alarm anyway and since when am I too lazy for manual time settings on my clock?

Inhale.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Album of the day: The Postal Service - "Give Up"

Beluga Point -10F

With ten degrees in the hole, Double O and I stopped at Beluga Point on the return half of tonight's Jones Run. It was our first trip to Girdwood in almost two months and we felt long over due. Anchorage was only -1, but I have thermomics that told us where we stood tempwise at the Point.

Guys, it was amazing. Bubbles and I were bundled quite heavily so the cold didn't bother us at all, at least not until we were close to leaving and the tips of our toes started to get uncomfortable. The ice floes were in full hollow grinding swing, radiating movement sounds, almost like fast-forwarded plate techtonics, a sort of icey continental drift, sounds of the dying ghosts underwater sort. Haunting to say the least, and I don't mind saying, a little bit scary. We took some pictures and in a year from now when I get around to developing the 1600 speed film, I'll let y'all know how they turned out.

You might ask, "Mungo, isn't it icey out there?"
And I would answer, "Yes, boys, but Mungo has STABILicers and all was well."

Double O just took it easy, but as soon as he can afford to caugh up $45 for a pair of cleated vibram velcrow-on soles, he's all over it. I could jump around on ice patches, the same ones that landed Bubbles on his Butt. That was funny: Mungo dancing a gig while Double O is laid out flat on his back. Ha ha ha.

Julie, the roomie, is talking in her sleep. I can hear her through her closed door at the end of the hallway. I hope my typing doesn't wake her up. Listening to her sleep-talk is way to funny to ruin.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Gimp

Beck had her surgery yesterday and the day took it's time getting to the end. She is well and not in as much pain as I would have thought. I think that the hardest thing for her is trying to get comfortable with all the bandages on her knee.

Sorry for scaring the crap out of you Mungo! For those not in the know (Eddie). Mungo called me on my cellio phone when I was at the hospital with Beck. The nurse was trying to explain some stuff to me so I quietly and quickly told Mungo I would have to call him back because I was at the hospital. He didn't remember that Beck was having her surgery and he freaked out that I was at a hospital and sounding so serious. Sorry dude, I just didn't want to piss the nurse off (she looked like she would beat me).

The weather here in Vegas has finally turned wonderful. The rain has taken a break and the next 7 days are supposed to be up near 60 and clear. Awesome.

Later guys.

ST out

Total Crap

Today's forecast is total crap.

It's too cold to really do anything but sit around and complain about the plumber. Oh what a crazy story. This guy... doesn't return calls, doesn't show up when he says he will, doesn't call back in ten minutes when he says he'll call back in ten minutes, hasn't fixed anything yet, and doesn't tell us or the landlord WTF is going on. I could go to school and learn enviornmental physics in the time it's taking this guy to fix our bathtub and basement pumps. I TOLD THE GUY THERE WERE NO TRAPS ON THE PIPES on the phone AND WHEN HE GOT HERE HE ACTED SURPRISED!

Today's forecast is total crap.

In the last 10 days I have taken one shower, that was at Double O's. The rest of the time I'm washing my arms, face and hair in my sink. I have a headache because of my coffee hang-over and I have no energy because I haven't eaten much but cottage cheese and toast and kiwis in the last few days and because I haven't gotten any excersise. I haven't gone hiking or walking or done any sit ups or push'em ups or belly dances because the forecast is total crap.

Go here: http://www.homestarrunner.com/main11.html and simply move the mouse over the "DOWNLOADS" button.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

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