The end is here

Finally!  Freedom!  What am I gonna do now?  Nothing, that's what.  I've been running around like crazy the past couple weeks, and it's just gonna pick up again tomorrow, so I wanna just relax.  Maybe I'll do some laundry, or veg and just watch some shows and movies.  Or, I could actually get around to filling out that OkCupid profile (that a friend started for me) with nothing but bullcrap and sarcasm.  That'll really piss 'em off.  Heck, I should get down to writing actually entertaining things on this blog, but I doubt that's gonna be happening.

In the meantime, I gotta prepare to go down to southern Utah by turning my roomie's car into an unholy death dealing machine that spews fire and middle fingers to survive the trip. 

Yeah, that looks about right. Now on to my wardrobe:

Perfect.  Okay, I'm ready to go.  Now I'm gonna go goof off.

Dropping off the grid

Okay, not really.  Just going back to hell, the surface of the sun, the exclusion zone, southern Utah for the weekend.  I'll be hitching a ride with the roomie, as he is going there for a function with his family as well.  I, on the other hand, will enjoy my time on the homefront by visiting my own brother, mom, aunt, and cousin for the weekend.  If all goes well, it should be a blast (pun intended). 

However, I loathe the idea that I'm going down during the absolute worst time of the year.  I looked on the forecast, and it's nothing but triple digit weather during constant thunderstorms the whole week.  This should be good.

Where in the hell is Carmen Sandiego?

Absenteeism on the interwebs aside, things have been pretty eventful.  Don't even know where to begin, really.

The holiday weekend wasn't bad, just ended up driving out to Henifer for no apparent reason, which ended up taking all day.  Then, finished up the trip by stopping at World Market in Park City, and so naturally, I ended up spending an exorbitant amount of money on imported soda.  Yum-o.

Yesterday was pretty good as well.  Had a big discussion with the boss about guns, when he mentioned there's a little gun shop about a half hour north of us that closes at 5 that is selling a mass amount of HK USP 40s for only $399.00!  Holy frakking crap!  If I had just the slightest bit more money, I would have gone for it without any hesitation whatsoever.  In the end my boss gave the roomie and I permission to leave early, just so he and my roomie could buy one.  Once again, I am Jack's jealous thoughts.

here she be

Horribleness confirmed!

I have a PhD. in horribleness, dare I say.  Why?  Well, went shooting with my boss the other day, and had (maybe) my second worst performance with the pistol ever.  It was bad.  Thank goodness I don't have a good camera, because I wouldn't want any future generations seeing that.  I performed so badly, that I was beginning to contemplate Seppuku.  But, that's when I noticed something.  After such a rigorous shooing session, nearly all the screws for the grips had come out!  Defiantly not conducive to good shooting. Looks like the verdict on my accuracy may be postponed until after the acquisition of some loctite.

In the meantime, it is Sunday, so here's some music, this time in 80's flavor:

Pampered

Man, my work just loves me.  First, I get a free laptop, then a free server, then free cake and cookies, bagels, and today we got free ice cream.  I'm just waiting for the moment in which I'm reading the employee handbook, and someone screams from the other room, "NO!  DON'T!  IT'S A COOKBOOK!"

Over the course of our three day weekend, some of my colleagues and I are going to be holding somewhat of a study, proposed by our boss, to see who can shoot the tightest groupings this weekend.  Can't wait to see the results.

I keep my hair, sir.

So, I definitely aint the betting type, but I did make a wager with the roomie the other day.  I won't go into specifics on the subject, but suffice to say, the penalty for me not keeping my word, is that I would have to shave my head.  Well, not so much shave, but completely Bic'd.  So, yeah.  Better do my part to not let that happen.  On an unrelated note, I really need a haircut.  I'm starting to look like a homeless ruffian with a perm.

Also, the roomie is planning on buying an optic for his AR, and is feverishly researching cheap/affordable options that are still reliable and durable.  Tough gig.  It's a way too flooded market for me to even begin to make a recommendation on it, and I'm the kinda person that would try to shell out the cash for an AGOG, rather than risk wasting my money on a cheap optic.

Man, even though I don't have a rifle at the moment, I would unflinchingly buy an AGOG if they had another one of those 40% off sales for 'em.  Here's a pic of me with a shaved head just thinking about it.

Nearly missed it

by that much.  So the roomie ordered a case of 2000 rounds of 5.45x39mm that was delivered to him yesterday.  But, come to find we had an unexpected parcel drop by today.  Lo, and behold, they accidentally shipped his order twice!  Now he's practically sitting atop a mountain of ammo, all for the price one crate.  The gods of cordite must be smiling upon us. 

Seriously, we practically have to climb a small mountain of these just to get past our living room.  Man, it's gonna be a good summer after all.

Audible connection

Once again, the day where I'm too lazy to write much, has come again.  Enjoy the lazy tunes for a decidedly lazy day.  Just be sure to turn the volume WAY up!

Like a missionary of obesity

I just introduced another couple people to The Pie.  It is to die for (and I'm sure some have).  If you haven't given it a shot, good heath to you; if you have, it was nice knowing you.

I wish I had something else of interest to post, but it appears that me being happy with life, turns me into a completely boring person.  Where has all the snark gone?

Oh crap

Looks like the tables have turned and now I'm the one who's about to be ruined because of the incredible edible internet.  Yeah, I think I may be in a little bit of crap.  Okay, not that much crap, but crap.

On a lighter (and MUCH weirder) note, I had another fun discussion with someone last week, that I thought was hilarious, but that I haven't decided to type down until now.

So, we were talking, and the cursed one mentions how her sister had a baby, and that they needed to do a caesarean to get things wrapped up (yeah, I know getting to the gross stuff already).  So anyways, little miss yellow rose begins saying how, if she had to go through that, she'd wanna be able to watch everything going on.  I retorted by pointing out, she better not have a doctor with my sense of humor around, because I would totally try to see if I could get a little "Aliens" doll to pop out while she's watching.  She said she would have to give me props if I managed anything like that.  Yeah, she says that now, but....

So anyways, that's how I lost my medical license.