Johnny Rockstar

It's hard to convey the song through nothing but a repeated word, but I assure you, when I read that title, it sounds like the old STAR's commercial. Casey knows what I'm talking about here. The point is, check this out and tell me it ain't cool. I’ve been waiting my entire life to see Bruce Willis and Mickey Rourke in the same movie. Click on over here to see the cast list. Then take a deep breath and a quiet moment to reflect on the list of actors you just read through. Back with me? Okay, I know it’s going to be a little while, but who’s with me on opening night?

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I just did my senior audit. (The thing you do at WMU to see if you can graduate) I still have one class to take this summer. How many credit hours will I have when I graduate? Make the first guess count because I'm not taking multiple submissions.

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Him: Hell yes, relish rocks.
Me: It sure does. It's pretty much my favorite condiment.
Him: True, I'm a big fan of mustard, but relish is directly up there with it.
Me: Now mustard and relish. There's a combination. Unstoppable.
Him: Tremendously unstoppable
Me: Damn straight.

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I feel it's high time I speak out about something that many of us feel, but nobody wants to comment on. As you may guess, I'm talking about the infamous ladies undergarment, the Thong. In this world of low-rise jeans and exposed mid-drifts, the thong has no place in my book. You may ask yourself why not Johnny? I thought the Thong was becoming America's new Apple Pie. Albeit a sexy new apple pie. To which I say, ladies, you do not look good, let alone sexy, with your butt crack hanging out of your pants and covered only by a few pieces of silk or satin or velour or whatever else they're made of. Frankly, I'd rather see naked pictures of Bea Arthur covered in cottage cheese than another exposed crack. I can't go anywhere women are sitting without being seeing that image. Despite what Victoria Secret may want you to believe, some of us men, many of us men, actually like a full butted panty. Leave something to the imagination I say, and stop showing me your asscrack. There I said it.

Oh yeah, and if you insist on wearing those Ug boots, don't roll your pant legs up on top. Wear them like any other boot, under the pant leg. Failing that, I guess you could tuck them in, but don't roll them.
/rant

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What a long weekend, starting Friday night with the usual dinner at Joe's with the 'rents. Then a quiet evening at with the guys at Casey's old place. Followed by coffee with Kelly from Ohio Saturday afternoon. Right after that it was drive through snowstorm to Grand Rapids. Actually the storm was over but the roads were horrible. After a brief sit-down and sock-dry-out Casey and I headed out to find some dinner. We went through a couple faux-restaurants before settling on The B.O.B. for a burger in a nice Italian joint. Then it was back to the hotel, build a fort, have a drink, hook up with Bourke and head back to The B.O.B. This time, mostly to sit in Cisco's Island Party room for drinks, music and a little bit of dancing. About 2:00 a.m. it was time to find Bourke and head back to the hotel, but not before taking a little detour due to "being a little lost". Finally back at base camp we stayed up for a while, had a nightcap, then I crawled into the fort and went to bed. Sunday morning it was lunch at Steak and Shake, zip over to the mall, run three races at Nascar Silicon Motor Speedway, check out the leather store, get snack then head home to Kalamazoo. When I got to The Zoo I realized I had left my house key at my parents and had to drive back to Potterville, grab my key, make a pit stop, then turn around and come right back to Kzoo. Took a long nap, ate dinner, did some homework, watched Desperate Housewives then went to bed. Did I leave anything out?

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Way back when, in the time before time, otherwise known as the early years at LCC, a man named Casey owned a sub shop. I used to go there in the winter and get a roast beef sandwich and a bowl of chili. My sandwich was slathered with horseradish sauce, and it was good. Yesterday I thought I would try to recreate that experience at subway. I had no idea what I was in for. First of all, blimpie roast beef is a bit tenderer; they also have real American cheese. Not that strange white American cheese. I didn't know what to expect in the way of horseradish, I knew they used to have it, then they switched to that nasty dijon horseradish sauce that tasted nothing like horseradish or dijon. Now, I found out, they have nothing, so I opted for low fat mayo instead. To make things worse, they didn't even have chili. Just brocoli cheese soup. Ordinarily I like broccoli cheese soup but when a man has a hankering for chili, nothing else will do. So I got the broccoli cheese soup, I got my horseradish free roast beef sandwich and I ate by myself in a little booth next to the Lost in Space pinball machine. To be honest, the meal was good but it paled in comparison to my sandwich of old. Nothing beats the nose stinging goodness of horseradish on a roast beef sandwich dipped into a styrofoam bowl of piping hot chili.

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Happy Birthday Sarah! (That's my sister for anyone who's not in the know)

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I went to the gym today armed with my mp3 player and the music it contained. Music that I hadn't changed since I made my Going-to-California Mix. I rocked out hard to James Brown while getting a good cardio workout and burning fat. I also found myself accidentally singing "Sex Machine" aloud while a cute girl was hitting the stair stepper next to me. Fortunately I don't embarrass too easily and the moral of this story is that I really like James Brown. Though he may be a bit of an odd duck, he really is the Godfather of Soul.

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Being way behind on my writing, I went to my favorite coffee shop for a mint mocha and a Cuban pork-bun today and when I sat down I found, to my surprise, while I was gone they had installed wireless internet. (Free Wireless Internet) The kid in me says, "WoooHooo! I can surf the web and chat with friends while I drink my coffee." But the grown up in me says, "This was the last refuge of non-connectivity that I would resort to when I was way behind in my writing." When it comes to doing homework when I have an internet connection, I gave up on personal responsibility long ago. What is a boy to do?

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I just got the go ahead to review video games for the Herald. It looks like I'll only be doing about one a month, but that's good since I'll probably need at least ten hours of game time before I can write a good review. I just don't have the time to do that every week right now. Though I must admit, it would be fun if I did. My first deadline is next weekend so I know what I’ll be doing Saturday.

In other news, there really isn't other news right. Settling into my school and work routine has taken up most of my time lately and there's nothing new or exciting happening right now. Though last Friday at the pub was a lot of fun. The first round consisted of fourteen drinks and there were only four of us at the table. And I still say Irish Car Bombs are good, ours just curdled before we drank them.

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Well I'm back in The Zoo but my luggage is in Potterville. Which is significantly closer than it was back when it was stuck in Utah. Come on! Utah? It's not even a real state. Now I have to go buy socks. Stupid Utah. I don't really have anything interesting to say today, I just wanted to let everyone know I'm back in the state so look me up if your bored. Let's get some coffee. I could really go for a Frosted Mint Mocha... skim... no whip.

I love this thing. Before I forget, I put two new albums up today. Also I read an entire novel by Voltaire.

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In record time I just put up the pictures I took New Years Eve with Chris Plays Guitar at "The Bar". Enjoy.

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