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With the Ghiradelli Chocolate Festival & The Pittsburg Seafood Festival this weekend, Im anticipating self-induced gluttony on an unprecedented scale. Probably won't gain any weight from the whole weekend, but it won't be from a lack of trying. On Food Network: Demand last weekend, we saw a special on last year's ChocoFest. Im being pushed to enter the Ghiradelli Earthquake (the trademark 8 ice cream scoops w/ fudge dessert) eating contest. Haven't been to the PittsFest in years, but I remember the alligator, shark, & turtle samples, as well as the beer garden. I must refresh my memory.

Gonna start off the weekend tomorrow night w/ the long-awaited Exorcism Of Emily Rose (or X O' E-Ro for short), at least among my scary movie partner & pals, which does include blog staples B&C. Considering that everyone wants to go drinking afterwards, Im a bit concerned about possible drunken curseouts. Possible omen: haven't heard from B all day today, which is pecuiliar considering it's the night before a long-planned outing that we've all been talking up until now. The cause for concern is that I've spent tonight & last night in C's company. Whenever that happens, C tends to call the Bs & others to tell them about it. This pisses off the B's since 1.) C doesn't invite, & 2.) The Bs feel like C's "rubbing it in their faces". Maybe I need a public outburst to happen....it'd give me an alibi to avoid contact for awhile.

Oh yeah, I accepted a ticket to the last A's home game of the regular season. Haha my 40oz buddy Tony is also going along w/ the roomies & 8 others. I'll try to prevent a repeat Coliseum performance. Gotta remember to gorge BEFORE drinking.

Pic of the Day...100th POST!!!!!

courtesy of Freefall Jones...

Tales of the Somewhat Strange and Creepy

another gem from ebay...

Haunted socks - supernatural footwear!

"O.k, I know this is an odd one but hear me out. I dont remember buying these socks or having them given me as a pressy. My wife says she didnt buy them for me. The just appeared in my sock draw around three months ago, at around the same time as we started experiencing odd banging noises in the house, mostly during the daytime (although we have had a few disturbed nights too). Since the socks came to light we have both experienced the feeling of another presence in the house. Not a evil presence I hasten to had - it fact if anything its been a constructive one. I've worn the socks once but they were not very comfortable - my feet felt really hot all day despite the air conditioning in the office. They have spent the rest of the time in my sock draw - and they are always at the top when I open it! Now Im a fairly feet-on-the-ground sort of guy and I think these socks would be more beneficial to someone more attuned with the supernatural shenanigans I suspect the socks of being connected with. So there you are. Socks from the other side? Who knows."

The Transporter 2

I saw this movie about a week ago and I'm still glad I saw it. Usually right after I see a movie, I need a couple of days for it to percolate in my mind before I can say if I really liked it or not.

Think about Revenge of the Sith for a moment. Right after the movie, I thought it was a fitting end to the saga and a good bridge to the original trilogy. Now, the more I think about it, the more I wonder why Yoda decided to walk away from that fight with the Emperor. I mean, Palpatine was just as bad off -- why didn't he stay and finish the duel? Grrrr. That movie SUCKED.

The Transporter 2, however, was ri-DUNK-ulous. And I mean that in the best possible way. The action is unreal, but in the world of the Transporter, flipping a car in mid-air and using a crane to knock off a bomb on the car's underside totally makes sense.

This movie even made me want to own an Audi -- and that's even after owning a piece of crap Audi 5000 that I had to take from my sister (she took my Accord ...then crashed it, and she wasn't even transporting anything). The Transporter's Audi was busting through walls and jumping between buildings without even getting a scratch. Oh, and it was clutchless manual.

After getting all the character details in a nutshell at the beginning, the rest of the movie was all fights and chases. The plot manages to keep up with all the action, and there are a couple of twists to make this more than just a predictable kidnapping story.

So if you're going to watch only one movie this year where the hero kicks ass with a firehose, then this is it.

FJ

Who am I?

I had no parents but was taken in by a kind family who treated me as one of their own. In exchange I did chores around the house - cleaning, laundry, dishes, vaccuuming, etc. However, my "adopted" brother often took advantage by having me clean his room.

I often acted cold and emotionless, but they were all very nurturing to me. I definitely learned a lot about family values while living with them.

Who am I?

FJ


Last time:

Pic of the Day...

Admiral Ozzel

I just wanted to take the time to say goodbye to Michael Sheard. Who, you ask? This is the guy that played Admiral Ozzel. WHO? Again, you ask, even louder.

Admiral Ozzel was the arrogant officer who felt it would be a waste of Imperial resources to search for Rebel forces on Hoth. He was also the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to bring the Imperial fleet out of hypespace too close to Hoth, thus alerting the Rebels to their arrival.

And so Ozzel was choked out by Lord Vader using the force via his GIANT SCREEN TV.

"He's as clumsy as he is stupid."-Darth Vader

R.I.P. Admiral Ozzel.


FJ

Viewer Advisory - Naruto on Cartoon Network

If you've ever wondered what it's like going to ninja school, then be sure to catch Naruto this Saturday night at 9pm on Catoon Network. If you really don't care about going to ninja school, watch it anyway - at times it's very funny and every episode always has some kind of "holy shit!" ninja moment.

FJ

Pic of the Day...SUPER Early Edition...

Okay, it's late...I can't sleep...I got no more sleeping pills or percocet....and gotta get up in about 5 hours(that maybe enough sleep for you mortals but damnit, I need my 12hours!)...so here you go..a very early edition of the PIC OF THE DAY...

um...alright...I think I can sleep now....aw......

Wedding Theme

I'm definitely not one of those people who dreams about their wedding & what it'll be like. Heck, with some of the stuff going on around me I feel like avoiding girls altogether. When I was in Longs however, the song playing in the store hit me w/ inspiration.

If I ever get married & I have to do that 1st dance stuff, I think my song will be "All My Life" by Linda Ronstadt & Aaron Neville. It's a nice cheesy romance song, so I shouldn't have a problem selling my fiance on it. What I won't tell her is how I bust out laughing anytime I see/hear Aaron Neville. My reasoning behind this whole thing is that I'd be nervous as shit just getting married, let alone solo dancing. When it's her & I dancing...and that 2nd verse from the song kicks in, I'll be too busy cracking up & trying to stop my shoulders from shaking up & down to be nervous. Between that & what my little brother promised to do, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended that hypothetical evening single.

Thank You to Pablo Francisco for making Aaron Neville that much more entertaining.

Fantastic 4

2 days ago, I was sent home from work because everyone thought I had the flu. I heeded the assumption & called out sick the next 2 days, jumpstarting my Labor Day weekend. Thursday I galavanted around SF, watched people get their haircut, & was taken to dinner for my patience. Friday I decided to stay in as slight fatigue was the one faux-symptom that began setting in. Ended up watching 4 movies from lunchtime to late evening. The double matinee, in order, was Shaolin Soccer, Dawn Of The Dead (2004), Battle Royale, & Kung Fu Hustle. The only times we went out were to get lunch and rent the 4th flick. Not sure if that kind of a day can be considered constructive or productive, but it sure was relaxing.

Tales of the Somewhat Strange and Creepy..Special Holiday Edition

For those of you who watch King of the Hill, you may remember the episode where Hank and Ladybird entered a dog dancing competition, I didn't think such a thing existed but nosiree..they actually do exist...for more information, check the Canine Freestyle Federation website..

Pic of the Day

"Nuthin says lovin' like two Otaku having a romantic picnic in the park with their charming life-sized anime dolls.."

Tales of the Somewhat Strange and Creepy

here's some strange but true stories of UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCES!!!

• On December 1, 1949, Mr. Tetford vanished from a crowded bus. Tetford was on his way home to Bennington from a trip to St. Albans, Vermont. Tetford, an ex-soldier who lived in the Soldier's Home in Bennington, was sitting on the bus with 14 other passengers. They all testified to seeing him there, sleeping in his seat. When the bus reached its destination, however, Tetford was gone, although his belongings were still on the luggage rack and a bus timetable lay open on his empty seat. Tetford has never returned or been found.

• This famous case allegedly took place in September, 1880 on a farm near Gallatin, Tennessee in full view of several witnesses. The two Lang children, George and Sarah, were playing in the front yard of the family home. Their parents, David and Emma, came out the front door, and David headed off across a pasture toward his horses. At this time, a buggy carrying family friend Judge August Peck was approaching. David turned to walk back to the house, saw the buggy and waved to the judge as he strode across the field. A few seconds later, David Lang - in clear view of his wife, his children and the judge - disappeared in mid-step. Emma screamed and all of the witnesses rushed to the spot where David once was, thinking perhaps he had fallen into a hole of some kind. There was no hole. A thorough search by the family, friends and neighbors turned up nothing. A few months after the unexplained disappearance, the Lang children noticed that the grass on the spot where their father vanished had turned yellow and wilted in a circle measuring about 15 feet in diameter.

Nocturnal

Last night was The Little Brother Tour @ Slim's. Great show. All the acts had good energy & aren't too serious that they couldn't crack jokes or even employ choreographed back-up dancing. 9th Wonder himself came out near the end. I appreciate the fact that Slim's shows end before midnight, ensuring that the acts have nathing to do but perform. It also keeps us geriatrics from having to nurse sore legs & backs from standing from 9pm-2am straight. I spent most of the show firmly seated & catching glimpses of the performers' heads over the standing crowd & waving arms. My favorite line of the night: "Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right." from Legacy The Rock Star, who even played Pat Benetar's "Invincible" between songs. Almost as cool as Little Brother's entrance theme of "Total Eclipse Of The Heart" by The Dan Band.

Yes we did have the 32/40oz-w/-chinese-food preshow warmup. Definitely buzzed, but no beligerence from anyone. None of us really should've drove at all, but I was the most capable by default. Gorging on food defintely offset the alcohol's long-term effects for the night. In my case, it also helped that I just had a pansy MGD instead of a damn Steel Reserve this time.

The day was a bit dampened by calls from a friend who was crying rivers & driving aimlessly after a domestic dispute. It's hard enough to talk to someone when they just "want to hide from everyone" but it's even harder when I have guests w/ me. By the end of the night, she was calmer & was making her way back home. All I can do is check in today.

Also got a voicemail from "Tom Cruise's kid" (see my last blog), who sounded either tired, drugged, or melancholy. I think I'll give that one a few more days to sort out everything. Repeating my known stance um repeatedly isn't constructive or helpful right now. Might be selfish or f-ed up, but who the hell are you anyway?

Finally, I got a call while we were driving home on the bridge. After I told her where I was she told me to call when I got home. We ended up just talking for a bit...but just small talk. The night before that we did a late Nation's run & sat on opposite ends of her living room couch. I tried to get her to say good things aboot him but it always ended up going back to complaining. I said I didn't feel it was my place to directly advise a break-up, but there seemed to be more negatives than positives (which included "I can put up with his temper"). I think she's just a night owl who doesn't sleep & likes to talk until early morn, not necessarily waiting for late-night frivolity....

...although I'm sure Alger may still argue for the midnight Tera screening, if not anything else that may come from such an activity. Time for me to put my arms around my little lost n' found & tell her that I.....