Song of the Day. This is from the Stone Roses off 'The Second Coming' album. Alot of Stone Roses fans despise this album, mainly due to the fact that it has none of the pyschedelic noise pop of their previous albums. I personally think it's one of the greatest albums of all time because of it's blues-rock theme powered by the incredible guitar playing of John Squire.

Song of the Day:
1.) The Stone Roses - Good Times.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:13 AM | email | archive

Going to POTG's to see...POTG and Carrozzi! I think after the Vegas trip, we all didn't want to see each other for awhile. It'll be cool seeing POTG and Carrozzi, and a little..Madden 2002? Possibly. Anyways, going to go look for some Ram's offensive plays that will destroy the Buc's defense.
posted by The H.Bomb| 9:46 AM | email | archive

Bleh. I'm tired, going to sleep now. Must be all the jet lag.
posted by The H.Bomb| 11:37 PM | email | archive

Good to be back in Austin. I'm so tired from all the flying i've been doing these last couple of weeks, I don't feel like doing anything. I'm still waiting for the Vegas Pictures to come back so I can post them online and then i'll go into more detail of the California trip. Last night I went out with Shawna, Mark and Denise to some local Mexican restaurant there in Fremont. They think it's the greatest Mexican joint in all of California, but personally, it's about one notch above Taco Bell and one notch below Taco Cabana. I just sat there, ate my taco salad and agreed with them. When I first got there, I bought a six pack of Dos Equis but didn't have enough time to drink even one, so I left it in the fridge at my hotel before I left. Doh. Anyways, any of you fools in Austin wanna join me for a drink tonight, gimme a hollar. Peace.
posted by The H.Bomb| 5:46 PM | email | archive

Ahhh...going to go get some drinks and eats with Denise, Mark and Shawna. Earlier I went out with the Accounting Geeks. I shouldn't say they're geeks, they're all really nice. We went to another Thai restaurant, but I didn't really care. Accountant Disciple Don is going to Europe tommorow, London, Paris and then Amsterdam. Wish I was going. I just installed, something like, 1.5 Million computers today because there was nothing for me to do. If i see another Windows 2K installation screen i'm going back to sleep. Tommorow I head back to Austin, hope to see all the beautiful people again.
posted by The H.Bomb| 7:53 PM | email | archive

Got some time to kill. Well, after work yesterday afternoon, Hoang came by and picked me up and we cruised to south of San Jose to go check out his new digs. He lives in a neighborhood with 1.2 Million Dollar homes, but shit, you couldn't tell since they were all nice. His backyard is pretty amazing, small, but amazing. He said whoever owned it before redid the landscaping and since it was sundown, it looked good. I haven't seen Mary since 99 and it was great to see her again. They are having their birthday/2 year anniversary coming up and since I'm coming back in November, might be able to check in on the festivities. No word on kids, but if Hoang replicates, the world will end soon. Just kidding, they'll have beautiful kids.

We chilled out and watched some Survivor 2 on his 40" Widescreen Toshiba Television set (very cool) and then headed out to their favorite Thai joint in San Jose. The food was awesome, but I couldn't find any of that infamous PUD PRIK PAO soup that my boss wets his bed over (say it three times fast). After a...i guess BOTTLE of the house burgandy I was ready to go home and crash. My hotel room left me no shampoo, so the first night I was there I had to wash my hair with soap and water. Being the greaser that I am, it was an unpleasant feeling all of yesterday, so I had to get some shampoo to actually get to sleep. That has nothing to do with anything, but what the hell right?

Lunchtime. Time to go eat some more. All the hard work i've put into restoring this immaculate temple is quickly going down the drain with all the grub i'm munching down on this trip. I just won't eat anything this weekend! BLLEAAAAUUURRGHH.
posted by The H.Bomb| 2:44 PM | email | archive

Whattup everybody. Went out with Hoang and his wife Mary last night to some swinging Thai place. Drank too much burgandy and stumbled back to my hotel room. So tired. Hoang gave me a tour of his 735,000 dollar home which was pretty amazing. Despite what you would think, it's no mansion, but it's a huge, nicely decorated and has all the anemeties a up and coming power couple would have. I'll talk more about it later, these accounting geeks (hehe) wanna take me out to lunch. Peace out.
posted by The H.Bomb| 2:26 PM | email | archive

Whoa-no Japanese Nazi's anywhere..! I was supposed to get a quick training how-to from Ed on some new Technology from Japan, but he's in some meeting right now and with no more Dell 8200's requiring my installing $kills, i've got a quick break to blog my heart out. A little something:

1.) Well, you heard about the 7/7 debacle (read below) so anyways The Gimp goes ahead and drops me off at the airport. Remembering what happened last time I went through the Metal Detectors with my metal Texas Shaped Belt Buckle (just kidding, but it is metal), I decided to place my belt in my backpack. So i'm going through the metal detector holding my pants up and I still get manhandled. My laptop is 'checked' to verify that it is a Windows/Intel machine.

2.) The plane is pretty much dead, with myself at the sweet window seat an empty one next to me and some weird mutha at the end. Snap! forgot to mention, I broke down and ate at the Salt Lick barbecue at the Austin-Bergstrom Airport. Shiner Bock cost me four bucks. Anyways, i'm eating AGAIN on the airplane and the H-Dog doesn't like plain Sun Chips. So I give them to the guy and he tells me thank you for like, fifteen times. He sounds a little strange anyways. So I tell him it's cool and he goes back to reading his Agatha Christie novel.

3.) When he get's off he thanks me again for the Sun Chips that are "just soooo good!" and I say "no problem man". While leaving the walkway, my shoe is untied and so I go to the nearest seat to prop my foot up and tie it again. What the hell do you know, it's that strange guy again with HIS shoe untied. He says something like: "Well i'll be Liz Taylor's bitch. We both got our shoes untied!" I just start laughing and walk away. Wierdo.

4.) Shit, I can't remember anything after that. Gonna go to dinner with Hoang and Mary tonight, since I haven't seen them in awhile. I gotta give Ice/Cuervo a call and wake him from his siesta.

Peace. No song of the day right now. Why do these PCB Design mo-fo's at my company have the 21" Monitors? I have a damn 17" back in Austin. Heads are rolling.
posted by The H.Bomb| 4:54 PM | email | archive

Yo. Man, just chilling out here in Fremont, ain't doing shiznit. The software that I was supposed to be trained on, isn't even in the HIZZOW! (I'm trying to talk all West Side-ish...so bear with me). Actually, i'm so bored i'm helping out the network administrator installing Win2K on these new Dell 8200's. So far it's been pretty laid back, got to go have lunch with Engineering and my old buddy Hoang. I miss Austin like crazy, and all those Mexicans...yeah...you know who you are, biatches. Peace out, WESSSIDE.
posted by The H.Bomb| 4:43 PM | email | archive

California Dreaming. I'm all ready to get back to Austin. Shit, gotta go, Japanese Nazi's are coming down the hall.
posted by The H.Bomb| 2:01 PM | email | archive

I awaken from my slumber. Took a quick nap, but dreams of this mornings debacle still haunt me. I still can't believe it. That is probably the second stupidest thing i've ever done, next to everything in regards to the ex. I'm going to recover some of the sleep that I didn't get last night before the flight. Man, i am so glad that it's a direct flight..but that only means more fuel for the plane! Noooo...terrorists....
posted by The H.Bomb| 1:52 PM | email | archive

Song of the Day. Since i'm sitting on my ass waiting for the plane to take off, here's the Song of the Day offering by the late Jeff Buckley. I may have posted this before, but I can't remember. Such a beautiful song, brother knew what was up. I don't think any other song right now tells so much truth (besides the new Puff Daddy song 'Diddy'. Ha. Just Kidding...)

Song of the Day:
1.) Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:51 AM | email | archive

Leave a comment! Leave a quick note on my stupidity. I added a blog comment function, which should be at the bottom of every post. Make a quick quip on the long standing issue that I am a moron and never knew it. Come on people.
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:50 AM | email | archive

Rack up another dumb move by the H-Dog. Alright, I'm an official dumbass. Add another item to the long list of stupid things i've done throughout my life. I thought the plane flight into San Jose was at 7:00AM, but was shaken into reality when the ticket counter told me the flight was for 7:00PM. Here's what the guy says exactly: "See here, it's P, that stands for PM" and I replied "Man, i know what the hell P stands for. Gimme back my luggage. H-Dog Out." Anyways. I'm tired and my hair is messed up from standing out in the cold. Big ups to The Gimp for waking up at 4:30AM to drop me off and The General for picking my sorry ass back up at 6:45AM. Sheesh.
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:15 AM | email | archive

The thoughts of actually defying the laws of time and physics
are what seem to pre-occupy my mind.
Every scrap of paper written has a date stamped on it:
eight fourteen zero one, eight fourteen zero one
and on the flip side scribbled quietly
the days that you really found yourself;
for the moments that your heart
wishes the laws of time and physics
quietly fell away to the side.

You have voices for a year and a half tell you something
about yourself that you never realized,
yet you stubbornly disregard them.
Like an idiot that does nothing but control the lines,
you feel the pressure immensly on your palm,
the last time you touched her hand,
the last time your heart was calm.

When she tells you it's too late,
you breathe heavily and believe everything she says.
You watch her get smaller as you walk away,
through the gravel,
through the angst, pain and the back porch
where suspended through the grass
sits a leather saddle.

As that house get's further away you know it's ok,
you see the hammock where they lay,
you tell yourself that the day set's slower
when you drive away,
that there is nothing else,
because you believe every word she says,
and the memories turn from day
to night then you hope they don't go away.

Every day becomes a fight for time,
everyday becomes a photograph
where the two figures hold each other
on some ledge a million miles from anywhere.
Sitting in a frame with the borders made of gray,
on your nightstand that mentions everything
to you when you sleep, you hear that it's too late,
that time was your enemy
and you try not to believe anything she says.
posted by The H.Bomb| 11:51 PM | email | archive

Oh shit! I forgot to pack...better go do that now. I'm bringing my laptop, but no ISP for internet connection :( If anybody knows of one I can use in the Fremont/San Jose Area, email me ASAP! H-Dog must now go find as much clean underwear he can muster.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:17 PM | email | archive

If terrorists try to take MY plane over. First thing i'd do is whip out my scientific calculator and use it as a blunt object. Secondly, I'd grab the largest friendly passenger and ask him to sit on top of him while I try to wrestle the two Artic Warfare dressed Terrorists trying to take the cockpit. After a quick Fresca break, i'd boil a pot of coffee and throw it ONLY IN THEIR EYES. If I find the pilot, co-pilot and the co-pilot's co-pilot subdued, i'd try to remember all the things taught to me in flight simulator video games, which include: Falcon 5.0, Full Throttle, U.N. Squadran, Crimson Skies and some X-Wing Fighter for good measure (in case the Terrorists are indeed from 'The Empire'). If one of those pastey mutha's try to sneak up on my while I fly by the tower, i'd hit the eject button and see his ass fly off into God's Country. While fighting the loss of cabin pressure (imagine lots of paper flying around me, with my hair not moving at all from all the mousse), I touch down in...Phoenix, since i'm on my way to California.

Of course, some things would be questionable, but i'll try to stick to the plan. The ideal things that would probably not happen (like the Fresca break) and were just put in for humor. Even in the face of pure, diabolical evil, i'd still be cracking jokes like a badass such as myself would.
posted by The H.Bomb| 7:45 PM | email | archive

The Counting Crows Theory. POTG, The General and I have this standing hypothesis that whenever The Counting Crows puts a new album out, something usually bad happens to one of us. So i'm forced to believe that if The Counting Crows were NEVER to put out another album, all the ills of our worlds would dissappear. I think you know what you need to do POTG. Kill Adam Durtiz. Muahahahahahaha (Maniacal Laugh ensues).
posted by The H.Bomb| 1:24 PM | email | archive

Leaving..on a jet plane..again. Well, tomorrow i'll be seeing Sunny California. I can probably keep this page updated while i'm there, so expect some on the road updates as the happen. I want to go see San Francisco again, but i'll have to see if I have enough time because from what I recall, the traffic is horrible throughout the whole San Fran./Oakland/San Jose area. Maybe somebody at my work can shuttle my ass there so I don't have to go by myself.

The last time I remember going ot San Fran., I checked out the Japanese Tea Garden within Golden State Park. They had an Asian Studies Museaum steeped in...whattaya know, Asian stuff. Don't believe the hype, their Chinese food is as good as in Austin or even Houston. It appears you can only 'kung pao' chicken one way, which is universal.
posted by The H.Bomb| 12:52 PM | email | archive

A very special treat. Who likes poetry? I do. Well, I got a special WAV file with your name on it. For those of you that remember, it's Reed's poem from BOOGIE NIGHTS. I listened to it fifteen times cracking my ass off. The stanza's perfect, the flow flawless. The Sugar Tree.

Poem WAV of the Day:
1.) Reed - The Sugar Tree.
posted by The H.Bomb| 11:53 AM | email | archive

Took some of that Tylenol PM stuff last night. I think I got this crink in my neck from the plane rides from and to Vegas and they won't go away. Under the suggestion of Poyfather, I decided to try some of this Tylenol PM pills. It took about an hour and a half to finally knock me out and keep me asleep until 7:00 the next morning, where I feel groggy, disgruntled and downright tired. Can't wait to take them again!

Song of the Day:
1.) Beth Orton - Sweetest Decline.
Blogger Note: because of the downright silliness of MP3 Compression Technology, you can see the high notes of Beth's sweet voice compressed in certain parts. I apologize for the technology, but not for the song! (i.e. She does not really sound like Dr. Sbaitso)
posted by The H.Bomb| 8:50 AM | email | archive

The most relaxing/boring day of my life. I've been doing errands that i've put off for weeks today, watched the Rams/Giants game and then tried to take a nap. I feel hesitant to call anybody...because it's H-Dog's Day to chill and be bored out of my skull. I'm real tempted to install Counter-Strike again, but lately I have lost all interest in Video Games, unless it's Madden 2002 w/the guys. I wish I had a one of those cocktail Joust machines that they used to have at the Pizza Huts. I could spend hours on that.

Song of the Day:
1.) Chris Cornell - Sunshower.
posted by The H.Bomb| 4:55 PM | email | archive

Hey dipshits! Man, so i'm sleeping here this morning in my bed and my room is clean. I love sleeping late into Sunday, especially when I know that I don't have to clean my room. Then, this dipshit in the adjacent diagonal apartment to us cranks up his Koss Stereo with that damn Eiffel 66 or whatever dance track song. Tell me about being pissed, because that is one thing I can't stand. So I get up immediately and start banging on the wall in his general direction blurting absurd, incoherent comments. I think the fucking moron finally got the idea and turned it down. Getting a house is now not sounding that bad.
posted by The H.Bomb| 10:07 AM | email | archive

Like a periodical you feel that everything comes and goes.
The stories shift for the times
the classifieds change by the moment
but the tag lines, the headers, the margins and the hopes
are the same daily redundancies.
Everything tends to just stay there and float.

The ink of the text rubs off from the light bond paper,
onto your fingers while
rubbing it on your forehead,
not knowing what you have just done,
the business sections foretells a setting
of a morning without a sun.

When you finally get to current events,
the afternoon calls closely
what the mornings forget to whisper;
Reservations were made for dinner,
the host has written you on college ruled paper--
--the waiters are roving sillouttes
that nick and squeeze you like mothers.

All your love given away because of
false pretensions, all the stories
in the front page given but forgotten,
that tomorrow is nothing more than
trial and tribulations,
that the headline stories tell about grave disasters
and the greatest of sensations.

I begin to feel lost amongst the storied tales,
where the nation feels at odds with the discerning
amendments that make up love and freedom.
The current poll amongst Americans
that place them in the top 50 percent,
who generally believe
that everything they used to believe--they resent.
posted by The H.Bomb| 12:35 AM | email | archive