tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51833342011-04-21T23:17:41.321-05:00Batbatt's B-Side B-LogThis is a log. On the web. This is just a bump on the web. The bump being the log, of course.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1098860232160633382004-10-27T01:47:00.000-05:002004-10-27T01:57:12.160-05:00Got the letter from the law firm. sent them a reply asking for verification of the debt. That'll buy me some time. I've always wanted to get back into retail sales. Somebody pinch me. Fortunately, a lot of local stores will be hiring for the holidays. Lucky me!
Yes. I learned from this. Look out for number one first and foremost. That and, apparently, my blog isn't covered under the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1097734203135541862004-10-14T01:40:00.000-05:002004-10-14T20:09:52.636-05:00You want off? Fine. Here's off.
Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1095828715657329012004-09-21T23:47:00.000-05:002004-09-21T23:51:55.656-05:00Goodie goodie. I have a test coming up thursday in International Business...wait, I've said that before, haven't I? Oh well. At least the Vikes lost yesterday. Although I almost feel sorry for them. The same thing happened to them that happened to GB. They had the ball, down by 4, on the opponent's 1 yard line. And Culpepper fumbles, the Eagles recover. Now what would be amazing is if it Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1095660160519597352004-09-20T01:00:00.000-05:002004-09-20T01:02:40.520-05:00Well for fuck’s sake. I’ve twice tried to post something on my damn blog and the fucking blog wiped out the entire text that I had written. Unfuckingbelievable. Fuck. Words fail to describe how pissed I am right now.
I was writing about one of my classes I’m taking now. JHMAChrist. I guess I’m gonna really really remember it now. I’m watching Single In South Beach right now on the WE Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1095656757547604252004-09-20T00:05:00.000-05:002004-09-20T00:05:57.546-05:00The Packers rock. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1091947044323989652004-08-08T01:33:00.000-05:002004-08-08T01:37:24.323-05:00Ok. I had to post this. The character who got turned into Poison Ivy just torched her lab. This, after going on about how she loved plants so much and killed anyone who harmed them. The UCF? Almost off the charts.
Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1091946606644502632004-08-08T01:18:00.000-05:002004-08-08T01:30:06.643-05:00You know not much is on tv when you're reduced to watching Batman & Robin. Not the campy 1960's movie. The one where Val Kilmer foresakes every thing he stands for and goes from comedy, where he was actually quite good (a la Top secret--note to self--get the DVD sometime), to Batman. Ok. Never mind. It's George Clooney. Not sure if that makes it worse or not.
I still can't wait for the NFLShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1091420123098196472004-08-01T23:07:00.000-05:002004-08-01T23:15:23.096-05:00100 posts. Unbelievable.
What does it mean when someone you thought at one point in time doesn't sign online until you sign off every day? Gee I wonder.
I've decided to go permanently work at schwans and go back to school. Although it will take me 3 semesters instead of 2 to complete my degree, I think.
Man, I can't wait for the football season to begin. The packers have what could be Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1091081301917206132004-07-29T01:03:00.000-05:002004-07-29T01:08:21.916-05:00Yippee skippee! 100 posts now! Somebody pinch me. Don't know why I'm fixating on miss you know who. I'll repeat myself. Somebody pinch me. My parents will be out of town for this weekend so I'll have the place to myself. So I can sleep in till whenever. Wait. I already do that. Which means I'll probably be up by 9 every day this weekend. With nothing else to do but sit on here all day,Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1090905347243885662004-07-26T23:53:00.000-05:002004-07-27T00:15:47.243-05:00Different day. Same thing. She signs on. I say hi. She blows me off and signs off. This keeps up, I may have to just say screw it and move on. And I found out today I have a week to decide whether or not I want to keep working temp at Schwans since the temp places' contract with them runs out friday. Can anything else in my life go wrong?
Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1090219538928151902004-07-19T01:33:00.000-05:002004-07-19T01:45:38.926-05:00Yee haw. Now she isn't even answering my messages. Seems to be a common theme with the women I've wanted to meet me recently. You can't even say, 'hey, I just thought I'd say hi, I'm really busy, I'll be on more in a few days.' Fucking wonderful.
If I don't hear back from any of the companies I've applied at in the next 3 or so weeks, looks like I'll be going back to college, college, Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1089781334953650462004-07-13T23:46:00.000-05:002004-07-14T00:02:14.953-05:00I've officially entered Bizarro World.
So far, this girl that wants to meet me:
Owns two drag racing cars.
Owns a harley.
Has ADD
Since I've started talking with her online:
Been run over by her ex.
Gone swimming with a broken leg on a date after getting run over by her ex.
Her dad had a heart attack.
Her mom has cancer.
Her dog was killed by her neighbor because she won't date him.
She Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1086156258210619932004-06-02T01:02:00.000-05:002004-06-02T01:04:18.210-05:00Ok. I seem to write more often when something happens in my life. Go figure. Well, what i'll just say is that there may or may not be someone I may or may not be meeting. More on that later. Or not. And not having a full time job sucks. Really. It does.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1083047400730957952004-04-27T01:30:00.000-05:002004-04-27T01:34:07.750-05:00as much fun as tearing sheetrock down and wiring can be, it isn't as fun as being able to relax. I feel like i didn't have any days off this weekend. Side note on my job: I wouldn't mind it so much if the supervisors there harp so bloody much on the worthless stats like qualifying the customer, etc. I got 61 sales in 3 days, which is as much as anyone in the center, yet according to their Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1083011801379260082004-04-26T15:36:00.000-05:002004-04-26T15:40:49.216-05:00Ok darling dearest. The reason you're ignoring me is what? You know the job market's gone to hell when you've applied for the last 5 positions and you're overqualified for them and you don't even rate an interview. Cripes. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1073875618418199642004-01-11T20:46:00.000-06:002004-01-11T20:48:45.076-06:00I don't know if it was the head coach or offensive coordinator who was calling the damn plays in the second half, but he should be shot. Christ. it's 4th and one. you've averaged 7 yards a carry all night. good job on that 20 yard net punt there, fucking morons.
Ok. I've thought about it a while. Liz. There's no two ways around it. You're a bitch. I can't believe I wasted so much Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1062374471231915052003-08-31T19:01:00.000-05:002003-08-31T19:01:11.240-05:00Hehe. Camping. 35 beers (times 2). We all had the day off. And I believe we were all out in the sunshine. And at some point in time, I'm fairly certain we were smiling. We were doing just fine.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061961566121020152003-08-27T00:19:00.000-05:002003-08-27T00:19:26.106-05:00Ok. I had to post this, this was so awesome, but it also shows what a geeky dork i am. Just played spades. We won in...4 hands. 3 nils made and then we each bid 4 to go out, and busted the other teams nil while doing it...not that that mattered since we just needed our bid and would've won anyway. hehe. anyway. goodnight and happy early druidish new year, everybody! it's not for 2 months Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061958575665340642003-08-26T23:29:00.000-05:002003-08-26T23:29:35.620-05:00I get to the party. I hip. I hop the spot. I don't know what it is, but girls get hot like i'm on fire an' their so-called boyfriends wit them? They're retirin'.
Went to Valleyfair! (TM) today. fun times. hehe. my niece rachel? she's a thrill freak. we went on this ride the Wave. peaceful-sounding name. Well, you're in a boat. You go up a hill. you go screaming down it into a big Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061783967867624352003-08-24T22:59:00.000-05:002003-08-24T22:59:27.696-05:00U-RAH-RAH-RAH HOLMEN VIKINGS! V-I-C-T-O-R-Y! That's the Viking battle cry!
Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061533828202794332003-08-22T01:30:00.000-05:002003-08-22T01:30:28.203-05:00I'm free. Free! FREE!!! And my boss didn't even say goodbye before she left. I'm hurt. a new chapter in Shane's life has begun. Let's see where it takes us, shall we?Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061470913249482802003-08-21T08:01:00.000-05:002003-08-21T08:01:53.143-05:009 hours. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1061353453283038902003-08-19T23:24:00.000-05:002003-08-19T23:24:13.230-05:00another 48 hours. less than that, actually. yee haw. da bitch will be history.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1060735932300228062003-08-12T19:52:00.000-05:002003-08-12T19:52:12.263-05:00Unfuckingbelievable. Now two of them are blowing me off. Just what i need when i'll be jobless in a week, eh? Christ.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1060672727725117692003-08-12T02:18:00.000-05:002003-08-12T02:18:47.693-05:00Not being able to sleep sucks. Yes, I know, I should stop playing spades earlier than 1 in the morning. But. I need my fix, dammit. Two of my 3 handles are around 1750 rating now hehe. That's all for now. Except. Habeneros...hot going in....hot going out. 'nuff said on that. and, Air Supply is underrated.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1060579261807581392003-08-11T00:21:00.000-05:002003-08-11T00:23:46.986-05:00T-Minus 10 days till i'm free. Then I'll have to for sure get another job. Yuck. I hate looking for a job. You have to keep telling complete strangers why you think you're such a great person. I've never been good at telling people crap like that, cause i think my actions will more than justify someone hiring me.
And T-plus 8 days. I still don't understand how someone can completely Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1060214743369047852003-08-06T19:05:00.000-05:002003-08-06T19:07:06.006-05:00Interesting side note...the day I turned my resignation in, i turned 33 1/2. Probably not coincidence that in the exact middle of my 34th year, i'm in the midst of a change. Man. Tribe is an awesome album. My buddy adam was right: it's their 4th best album so far. hehe. 'travelled through the jungles of the yucatan.' could be sample material...and even though some people online aren't Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1060124952011022332003-08-05T18:09:00.000-05:002003-08-05T18:09:11.980-05:002 weeks, 2 days left. thank god. everyone at work kept walking up to me and congratulating me. I must've won something. I'm gonna let HR know just what I think of Ms. Johnson's managerial style before I go. Oh yes. That's gonna be fun. I gave an ex-coworker, Janie, a ring today. Hopefully they're hiring where she's working at. It'd be nice to have something lined up before my last day.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1059969363416907432003-08-03T22:56:00.000-05:002003-08-03T22:56:03.246-05:00R-Day is tomorrow. Then it's T-Minus 2 weeks and 3 days till freedom. Thank god. And the new Queensryche? It rocks. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1059195044101315002003-07-25T23:50:00.000-05:002003-07-25T23:50:43.933-05:00Family reunion part deux. The B-Side wins again and again and again, again! This time it's my mom's side. Yee haw. There's nothing I'd rather do than spend a weekend in south dakota.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1058925147054524312003-07-22T20:52:00.000-05:002003-07-22T20:53:12.796-05:00New Queensryche is out! And apparently it's a well kept secret. Target doesn't have it. Well, that's the only place i went to, or had time to go to, i should say. Went to a temp place and filled out some paperwork. hopefully they'll give me something soon. my job sucks.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1058722066993206382003-07-20T12:27:00.000-05:002003-07-20T12:27:46.920-05:00Without studying, I took some sample questions on a GRE prep cd-rom. Got 15 out of 20 right on the verbal, and 12 out of 20 right on the analytical. Hope the real test is this easy. I haven't taken any classes since the summer of 1996 hehe. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1058331110985250262003-07-15T23:51:00.000-05:002003-07-15T23:52:21.743-05:00Yippee. The AL won the All-Star Game. Somebody pinch me.
Gonna have to do some serious thinking about some things. That's all I'm gonna say for right now.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1058320747723772772003-07-15T20:59:00.000-05:002003-07-15T20:59:07.700-05:00All-Star game. Yawn. Is there a more boring time for sports than july? The biggest sporting event besides the All-Boring Game is the Tour de France. I enjoy reading about that while it's going on. Not enough to watch all 5 or 6 hours if they broadcast it, mind you, but enough to know most of the major things that happen in it. God. Cher is on Bravo. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
I take the GRE Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1058118584124835302003-07-13T12:49:00.000-05:002003-07-13T12:49:44.090-05:00I'm goin' crazy, crazy crazy just thinkin' about you, baby (lately). Oh well. Guess no one ever promised me perfect. Or even a fascimile thereof. Or remotely close to it. Shit happens.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1057987362340383642003-07-12T00:22:00.000-05:002003-07-13T00:10:51.886-05:00I was talking with my friend Jeff tonight and he told me about all the women he's been intersted in off of yahoo. Since he's been through a messy divorce, hes' told me several times he's not going to get married again. He's had more one night stands than...well ok I can't think of anyone that has had a lot of one night stands. And I kept thinking, man. At least the people you've talked with, Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1057623251375047932003-07-07T19:14:00.000-05:002003-07-07T19:14:11.370-05:00Two words. Nutty Bars. Mmmmm.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1057421672387606102003-07-05T11:14:00.000-05:002003-07-05T11:14:32.376-05:00Ok. According to my list of games played on yahoo spades, I went 2-6 yesterday between my two handles. I didn't. There were 5 wins for each handle I did't get credit for. Yes, I played a lot of spades. Shoot me. I've been sick since yesterday morning. I can either lie in bed and not sleep or be online. Yuck. It's sort of funny. Don't know if it's god's sense of humor, but now no one canShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1057382034928543442003-07-05T00:13:00.000-05:002003-07-05T00:13:54.900-05:00Ok. The last week or so, yahoo's given me credit for about 1 out of every 5 wins so far on spades. What a bunch of crap. It doesn't hesitate to give me credit when i get force forfeited cause fucking comcast internet goes down. Or when i lose any other way, for that matter. Jesus. Oh. Good news. I beat Jeff in pool last night. Only one person on this planet will probably get the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1056860434270944242003-06-28T23:20:00.000-05:002003-06-28T23:20:34.226-05:00My family. Hehe. At the dance tonight (yes, my family's cool enough to have a dance at a family reunion) saw something I wouldn't have guessed would happen in a million years. I was dancing with my mother and three nieces to Eminem. The world must be approaching the Apocolypse. I kept getting complimented by my cousins on how good a dancer I was. They must not get out much. The dancer of Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1056717369008201892003-06-27T07:36:00.000-05:002003-06-27T07:36:08.996-05:00I'm going back to Marshall, Marshall, Marshall.
I'm going back to Marshall, hey y'all, I don't think so.
I'd get disowned if I didn't go back to marshall, so to marshall I go. Fun times ahead. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1056691453151342972003-06-27T00:24:00.000-05:002003-06-27T00:24:13.136-05:00Tomorrow starts the family reunion on my dad's side of the family. Boy, is Marshall gonna be hoppin' this weekend! Yee haw! They couldn't have picked a worse week for me for it to happen on. Or the best, depending upon how you look at it. I do get to see a bunch of people I haven't seen for 15, 20 years. Not many came to my Uncle Greg's funeral last fall. Man, it was sad. He was a drifterShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-1056675948261401712003-06-26T20:05:00.000-05:002003-06-26T20:05:48.196-05:00This week has been, starting with last saturday or sunday, probably the worst week since 1996. That was when my parents house burned down. We had to stand and watch everything that we owned become totally destryoed in about 5 minutes. It's strange what survived, though. My star wars figurines (action figures!). My coin collection. Well, part of it. The other half became a molten mass of Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-960036062003-06-24T22:55:00.000-05:002003-06-24T22:55:36.613-05:00Anyway. Last night. Spades. Man. We had just gotten set by 70 pts or so and were at 285. the other team was at 487. We bid double nil. Partner bids 4. they need 3 bags. Which is exactly how many were out there. I get the double nil. Partner gets his and then on the last trick, lays 10 of spades...one of the poor suckers still had the jack. We go over 500. They go back 100 on bags. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959958712003-06-24T17:38:00.000-05:002003-06-24T17:38:34.126-05:00Today I was about 10 seconds from just quitting work and walking out. I almost NEVER take my work home with me, but my bitch of a boss must be something special, cause i've been so fucking pissed the last couple days after work. Might be the fact that i have been so busy working since we're short a person that i haven't had time to take a lunch. I guesstimated that I've taken half an hour, Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959701512003-06-23T23:42:00.000-05:002003-06-23T23:42:16.986-05:00women. ugh.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959642252003-06-23T19:56:00.000-05:002003-06-23T19:56:08.616-05:00What's funnier--trying to catch lightning bugs without aid of an outside light source, or watching someone attempt it?Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959623672003-06-23T18:39:00.000-05:002003-06-23T18:39:49.036-05:00Women. Ugh. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959089082003-06-21T23:51:00.000-05:002003-06-21T23:53:34.000-05:00LOL. Eminem hitting on weird al. Priceless.
Eminem: I used to respect Wil Smith. Before he dissed the whole gender of rap. Tell me that isn't funny.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959088272003-06-21T23:47:00.000-05:002003-06-21T23:47:44.480-05:00weird al interviewing celine dion. hilarious. She could smell the cooking of her mother. My word. Bet. So, Celine, what do you think about this cordless Black & Decker power drill? Celine doing the 'lick the lips' thing, is just....unnerving.
STEP 1! We can have lots of fun...
STEP 2! There's so much we can do!
STEP 3! It's just you and me!
Jesus. Weird Al gives the best interviews.
Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-959053672003-06-21T20:56:00.000-05:002003-06-21T20:56:44.550-05:00I have nothing worthy of note to write about right now. Of course, after I've had a couple later I might think of something...Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-956785722003-06-15T00:20:00.000-05:002003-06-15T00:20:41.206-05:00Ok. It's been a few days since I've posted. Some things worthy of note. I am now sunburned now pretty well on my head. Lack of sunscreen and 5 or so hours at the Zoo will do that to a person. The zoo is fun. Especially with kids. Ok, so I get a kick out of listening to "What's that?" every time they see an animal they've never seen before. And explaining to them what I can about the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-954463412003-06-08T21:31:00.000-05:002003-06-08T21:31:19.046-05:00Ok. I've seen bad basketball before. But the Net-Spurs game tonight? Ye gods. 33-30 at the half. You read that right. The half. They just went to commercial. New Jersey had just taken a 4 point lead, and Kenyon Martin was doing a little celebratory thing with one of his teammates. Your team has scored 49 points and it's almost the end of the 3rd quarter. Don't celebrate. Period. Yuck.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-954238722003-06-07T22:54:00.000-05:002003-06-08T00:21:56.000-05:00Hard rain rocks. There's nothing like feeling like a drowned rat after a nice walk through a thunderstorm. My spades rating? over 1800. Unbelievable. And Jeff will probably be there in about a month, he's that good at keeping track of cards and strategy. And I'm feeling good. Life is good. Even if I was bored off my ass after the twins clobbered the Padres. My fault for not seeing if Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-953993782003-06-07T00:54:00.000-05:002003-06-07T00:54:19.210-05:00Tell me nothing is wrong with the following scenario. Last night the twins were tied 3-3 in the bottom of the ninth. Don't remember if it was one or two outs. Doesn't matter. 2 men on. What do the Twins do? They pitch around Rich Aurelia to get a chance to pitch to....Barry Bonds. 'Nuff said. Twins won tonight, at least, but I'm still flabbergasted by that. At least they had the cojones Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-953074022003-06-04T19:34:00.000-05:002003-06-04T19:34:32.813-05:00My spades rating went over 1700 for the first time! Sweet Jesus of...no wait, i've said that one already. Aside from that? Hehe...the twins beat the big, bad San Francisco Giants yesterday. I love their attitude...hell, we'll pitch to Bonds...we don't give a rat's ass if he hits a solo shot. My man Dustan Mohr, who I started liking last year when we first picked him up, is batting a solid Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-951781382003-06-01T23:56:00.000-05:002003-06-01T23:56:52.596-05:00Ok. My opponent's spades playing abilty hit rock bottom tonight. I've never seen such ineptitude. I knew something was not right when this chick sat down at our table and asked if it was a suicide table. We said no. Double nil. Next hand. Double nil. Next hand. Double nil. And it's the double nil you can't pass cards on. What's better? She kept saying, come on, partner, let's get back Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-951730852003-06-01T21:20:00.000-05:002003-06-01T21:20:54.406-05:00Sealing driveway. Fun. Times. Got to hear my parents bitch at each other about everything from how thick to apply the sealer to how many buckets to get (14, if you're scoring at home.). Rather amusing watching two fairly intelligent people argue. Of course, they got a big a kick out of it as I did, I think. My wrists were both hurting before we started. They both hurt like hell yesterday.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-951597312003-06-01T13:32:00.000-05:002003-06-01T13:32:27.233-05:00Quick advice...cottonwood fluff and driveway sealer don't look good together. More on that when I'm back from chez parents...Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-950692452003-05-30T01:19:00.000-05:002003-05-30T01:19:15.530-05:00My rating is now at....1620. Not much else going on tonight...the twins got clobbered by the M's, 10-6. They were down 7-2...so they outscored Seattle, 4-3 in the last couple innings. Something to build on hehe....I get to seal my parents driveway this weekend! Fun times, fun times...I'll try and not get any in sensitive areas like my eyes or ears or mouth.
From Mel Brooks, History of the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-948656142003-05-25T12:41:00.000-05:002003-05-25T12:41:58.850-05:00My rating is back up to almost 1600 in yahoo spades! Congratulations, Shane, you're now an official computer geek. Everyone and their pet lizard is out of town, though, so what am I supposed to do? Go to the bars and pick up easy women? Now why didn't I think of that last night? Darn the luck. I don't want to know how many hours I spent playing spades last night. Talk about addictive...Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-948456952003-05-24T21:30:00.000-05:002003-05-24T21:30:35.440-05:00I have my good friends in some television advertising company to thank for finally helping me figure out what a song was. It's the one that goes doo doo doo doo doo...techno beat...it's actually "Zombie Nation" by KernKraft 4000. I've been trying to figure that out for well over a year now. The ad had the name of the album it was on, and once I had that...money. Cash cash bucks. And thanks Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-948445842003-05-24T20:48:00.000-05:002003-05-24T20:48:06.880-05:00Watching a women's softball College World Series game right now since I have nothing better to do before the Twins play at 9. Some chick from Oklahoma is pitching her second game...of the day. Kami Keiter. She threw 9 innings the first game. It's the bottom of the 5th inning right now. Which means she has pitched 14 innings so far. 225 pitches. Holy you-know-what. Simply amazing. I'd Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-948208332003-05-24T03:09:00.000-05:002003-05-24T03:09:13.220-05:00Words of wisdom gained while playing spades late at night:
"You scud cut."
That is allShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-947566502003-05-22T17:02:00.000-05:002003-05-22T17:02:33.133-05:00"I drink till I'm drunk, and I smoke till I'm senseless..."
-TrickyShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-947146702003-05-21T20:59:00.000-05:002003-05-21T20:59:41.496-05:00Happy Birthday Shelly. I still miss you, even after all these years.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-946572372003-05-20T18:39:00.000-05:002003-05-20T18:39:51.636-05:00My hearing is back! My hearing is back! Yessereebob. And fred. and pete. Don't forget Pete. I won't. At 12:35 p.m. CST, whilst listening to music (Vengaboys "kiss kiss kiss," of all songs) poof. I'm in full effect. In more ways than one. Yes! Was the start of my last jam. God it feels so good. Can't put in words how good it is to hear things again in stereo (stereo, describe my Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-946066592003-05-19T19:28:00.000-05:002003-05-19T19:28:27.703-05:00Hearing is almost back to NORMAL for the first time in a week. thank god. i might've gotten an hour and ahalf of sleep last night, between my back still tender and my ear ringing. had a weird dream of me rolling by a high school and seeing it on fire. The water main blew so the firemen were going to have to use the big truck with it's own water supply but something went wrong. somehow i Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-945166592003-05-17T19:31:00.000-05:002003-05-17T19:31:22.360-05:00Laid sod. Interesting experience. Interesting sunburn. As in, I'm burned on my back pretty good, but nothing on my front, which is what I wanted to add some color to. Geesh. At least then my stupid ezcema (spelling?) wouldn't look so bad. Red on white skin...not look good. My head's pretty dark, at least. Spending 5 hours outside and driking beer while working. Not too bad a time. And Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-943621782003-05-14T20:42:00.000-05:002003-05-14T20:47:29.000-05:00Interesting. I lost a post somehow today. Whatever. Woke up and then threw up this morning. Good times all around today, it seems. Still half deaf. Had a brief moment of clairaudience this morning...was able to hear in my right ear for about 5 seconds. I've filled out an application for grad school at the U fo M now. All I have to do now is write a little thing up telling them what my Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-942307862003-05-12T17:59:00.000-05:002003-05-12T17:59:30.870-05:00I went half deaf today. Decided this morning to try to get ear wax out by using q-tips. I've made more intelligent decisions in my life, believe me. So I just got done sitting at my desk with my head laid on one side so I can use the wonders of the ERO ear wax removal system. Exciting times. Weird driving down the road. Both windows open. Or so it appears. You can only hear sound on the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-941371452003-05-11T00:56:00.000-05:002003-05-11T01:00:08.000-05:00I honestly don't know what to think right now. My mind has played through a thousand scenarios of what could have happened to her. Each one worse than the last. What if she was going to her mothers and got caught in one of the tornadoes that tore up oklahoma and the surrounding states? Her mother lives in Tulsa...what if something happened to her or this person's goddaughter or other relativeShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-941345252003-05-10T23:41:00.000-05:002003-05-11T00:42:29.000-05:00One more thing. Been thinking about this a bit lately. I could go through life, and shut people out and then never get hurt, or I can let them in and be part of life, instead of just watching. I used to do that. After some of the things that happened to me, I sort of retreated into myself, bit by bit. Yes, I'll be opening myself to possibly getting hurt, by letting people in. But the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-941325592003-05-10T22:54:00.000-05:002003-05-11T00:41:28.000-05:00um.Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-940790912003-05-09T18:22:00.000-05:002003-05-09T20:30:29.000-05:00What can you do if someone you really like vanishes off the face of the planet for days? I wish I knew. I try to stop thinking about her and what she's going through. Not terribly successful. I wish I could help her more. Cripes. How can I be so attracted to, and care about, so much, someone I've never even met in person? Thats the million-dollar question, isn't it? As reserved as I Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-937606732003-05-04T15:50:00.000-05:002003-05-04T15:50:19.226-05:00This is a song about a fish. And fish are bad. BAAAAAD FISH!! PIRAAAANAAH! PIRANNNAAH!Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-936751922003-05-02T17:05:00.000-05:002003-05-02T17:05:15.030-05:00Finally friday. I'm not going to even bother capitalizing the word friday in this blog. Sorry about not posting the last few days. Wait. I'm not a bit sorry. And who are you to question my judgement? Hm? Just as I suspected. What's happened for me this week? Lotta late nights on the com-pew-ter. Stupid wrist. Wish it would make up its mind whether or not it's getting better or not. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-933948732003-04-28T07:29:00.000-05:002003-04-28T07:29:24.590-05:00I like punk music as much as the next person, but seriously...Adam, the next time we listen to four hours straight, I need to drink more. Seriously. No Means No is a really good group, but the songs started getting on my nerves there at the end. Four hours, and just think, there was still an entire album left. I love word association games, don't you? I had a 3 day weekend, and my damn wristShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-933488832003-04-27T12:09:00.000-05:002003-04-27T12:09:57.416-05:00I had the most wonderful dream last night. That's all I'm going to say for now. I don't care if I only got about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I woke up smiling.
Mental note of the day: A 5 year-old's logic can be better than a 33-year-old's. And a 5 year old that's pretending to have double vision is more entertaining than most movies. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-932824492003-04-26T00:36:00.000-05:002003-04-26T00:36:54.646-05:00Was out walking from my car to my apartment. Man is it clear out tonight. Looking at the few stars I can see (living in suburbia Eagan), made me think. Someone hundreds or thousands of miles away can see the same thing I'm looking at right now, at the same time. Is she tonight? I have a south facing deck. At least, I think I do. For the purposes of this diatribe, I do have one. If I had Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-932495792003-04-25T12:07:00.000-05:002003-04-25T12:07:18.870-05:00Damn those torpedoes. Damn the dentist. Damn damn damn the electric fence.
Anyway, this morning I finally listened to a couple audio books I had downloaded. Both were for memory. Ever have days where you can't seem to remember things very well? Well, I've had a couple days like that this week. Irritating and scary to just... not be able to remember things, sometimes. In high school, I Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-930898932003-04-22T22:46:00.000-05:002003-04-22T22:46:14.513-05:00I finished entering my version of Hamlet onto my computer finally hehehe. Good times. Can't believe some of the things I came up with in that story. Then again, maybe I should. Didn't do a damn thing tonight besides go to the dentists. I hate dentists. The assistant is sorta cute though. At least there was a pretty face to look at while she was doling out pain. And this was just a regularShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-930150932003-04-21T20:01:00.000-05:002003-04-21T20:28:59.000-05:00I went to someone's blog today and they had a link to find out what kind of kisser you are. I was labled as mysterious *chuckle chuckle*. If I did it right, the link will show up for it...you'll have to copy and paste it into your browser. If I get bored, I may just try and stick it the HTML. The operative word in that sentence, remember, is "motivated", which actually isn't part of the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-929196482003-04-20T00:09:00.000-05:002003-04-20T00:09:47.483-05:00Been hanging out with my dad this weekend. One thing we have in common is we both love baseball. He loves the Yankees, I the Twins and Brewers (and to some extent the Mariners and Dodgers). Thus he's been able to give me all kinds of crap the last couple days about the games. Of course, the one inning the Twins were actually head so far in this series, he was out having a smoke. Figures. I Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-928719072003-04-18T23:02:00.000-05:002003-04-18T23:02:47.780-05:00Damn Yankees. That's all I'm going to say about the game tonight. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-927518442003-04-16T21:11:00.000-05:002003-04-16T21:11:18.623-05:00A word: Communication. Five syllables. One for each day of the week. When you tell someone at 4pm that you'll know whether or not I will be coming back to Minneapolis, tell me before you leave whether or not it's going to happen. In lieu of information, I went back to Eagan this morning. Started work at 7:45. 9 o'clock rolls around. Ring, ring, the gang's a bunch of incompetent ding a Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-926893842003-04-15T21:33:00.000-05:002003-04-15T21:33:39.216-05:00Been a couple days since I've posted. There are reasons for this. Well, one, really. I was out rollerblading last night. Yes, I know that violates my sacred vow not to do any phyical exercise like that for two weeks. It was in the 80's for pete's sake. In Minnesota. In April. Picture this, if you will: Shane gliding along, 1/2 mile from home. Shane no longer gliding. Shane's Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-925322802003-04-13T12:15:00.000-05:002003-04-13T12:17:25.000-05:00I forgot to mention last night that the channel the wonderful religious programming was on was INSP. Short for Inspirational? Channel 22 in Marshall. Have to see when I get home if it's the same channel # on my cable in Eagan. Inspirational television it shall be known as from here on out. That is indeed a correct assessment of it's capabilities. After all, it did inspire me to write last Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-925161902003-04-12T23:53:00.000-05:002003-04-12T23:53:20.840-05:00I watched some great movies tonight. The first, Major League, I enjoyed as much as I did the first time I watched it. There are so many comic moments, it's not even funny. If you know what I mean. "All these pitches to choose from. Maybe we should try something else." "Not too high, to hard!...who gives a fuck, it's out of here." Et al. And then, there was a movie that went off of Page 2'Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-925042762003-04-12T18:12:00.000-05:002003-04-12T18:12:40.576-05:00Damn car. Last night after letting it sit outside and cool down, it started right up at around 10 like nothing was wrong. Reminds me of my sister's '78 chevette that way. Remind me and I'll tell you the story behind that car.
Today: Pulled into Marshall around noon. Played in the dirt with my nieces. Roasted hot dogs and marshmellows over an open fire. Had smore's Yum. One of the hiddenShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-924601542003-04-11T19:55:00.000-05:002003-04-11T19:55:11.623-05:00@!#%&# car. Start. Die. Start. Die. Guess I am staying in Eagan and writing my memoirs tonight. In spite of this, today is still a fantastic day. The people that know why, know. Everyone else...bugger off! Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-924124882003-04-11T01:33:00.000-05:002003-04-11T01:33:37.420-05:00I'm going back to Marshall, Marshall, Marshall. I'm goin' back to Marshall. Hey y'all, I don't think so! Actually I am going back there again tomorrow. Yippee. Nothing like spending another 2 days and 2 nights in a town where nothing happens if you're not a college student. I still have no idea how I spent like 6 or 7 years there going to school. Then I remember, oh yeah, that's right, I Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-923453142003-04-10T01:57:00.000-05:002003-04-10T01:57:29.013-05:00On a whim, and since I can't seem to get to sleep before 2 or 3 am anymore, I've decided to save to my computer all my stuff I wrote back in college. Should be fun. I'll keep you posted. Blog humor! Gotta love it!Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-922601862003-04-08T21:01:00.000-05:002003-04-08T21:01:33.543-05:00Dammit I can't find my Whodini cd's anywhere. The cd jewel cases, yes. The cd's themselves? Of course not. Looks like a trip to winMX is in order...Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-922030652003-04-08T00:41:00.000-05:002003-04-08T00:41:17.903-05:00Weird song for a weird mood at 12:30. Queensryche again. I definitely recommend this song or any song off of Rage for Order. An album that is still ahead of its time even though it was written in 1985 or 1986.
Neue Regel
Reach for a new horizon
Setting sights on a circuit scream
Hail the new arrival on
Static signs from a distant wanderer
Fill the air nights are never seen
Face the Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-921932812003-04-07T21:49:00.000-05:002003-04-07T21:49:59.200-05:00I've thought about my decision I made about one of my friends last week, and I know that I did the right thing. I don't want or need someone like that in my life, jerking me and my friends around like that. Well, me, anyway. I told my friend (whom this guy had dated, gotten money loaned to and not paid back either) if you want him in your life, that's your decision. I may not have much in Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-921447022003-04-07T07:34:00.000-05:002003-04-07T07:34:54.076-05:00Insomnia sucks. For the most part. The only good thing is that if I do dream after having lots of trouble falling asleep, and actally remember it, some of it can be pretty weird. 'Nuff said. Megadeth knew what they were talking about. Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-921178942003-04-06T20:34:00.000-05:002003-04-06T20:34:14.090-05:00I went for a run today, you know, just to see if the fact that I hadn't had any pain in either knee for a few days would carry over to physical exercise. You'd think that after having this problem for 6 years I'd have figured out that the resounding answer would be "NO!". You'd think wrong. The first few minutes were pretty good. No pain. Then slowly, steadily, it came. I could literally Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-920298692003-04-05T01:22:00.000-06:002003-04-05T01:22:01.483-06:00Spades. Dear lord, I never thought I could have so much damn fun drinking wine and sitting at a computer. Why can't my day job be like this?? Imagine this. Down to the last hand of the game. Your team has 434 points. The opposition will have 513 (enough to win) if they get their tricks. You bet 3 before you realize this. Tell your partner to bid 5 and we win. I'd never laughed so hard Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183334.post-919807552003-04-04T07:46:00.000-06:002003-04-04T07:46:35.046-06:00Played spades again last night. Some day, I'm going to figure out what the best way to play tricks are, Liz, and then watch out. Or you and I could play with a couple 'bots, and you could teach me :). If we ever play pinochle...school will be in session. Unless we're on the same team for once, non?
My cell phone I gott off of ebay is finally here! I got a notice from the post office that Shanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03137706312775332371noreply@blogger.com