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| | Some additional news and updates.
Jean-Baptiste Emmanual Zorg has made a full transition from wild cat to house cat. He loves it inside. He plays and sleeps with Aziz constantly. He s extremely playful and sleeps beside or atop Meghan or I whenever he gets the chance. Aziz is happy, as he has a new very active playmate to replace the departed Shogun. And despite not being an adorable fluffball like pre-Fattening Aziz, Zorg manages to be very cute in his own right. Watching him attempt to bite through Aziz s enormous layers of fur and fat is a source of great amusement. We are pleased. The only malcontent is Sadie, who continues to banish herself to the downstairs in silent protest. She s grumpy.
In other news I got a call last week from Lt. Stan letting me know he s getting married. Crazy. I didn t even know he had a love interest outside of The Corps. Anyway, his fiance is soon to be deployed to Iraq so the wedding is mere weeks away. I m looking forward to it. Should be a great time. Presently awaiting from more details from TLH or then man himself.
So that s three weddings this summer including Schaef s earlier this month and then grm s in August. Three weddings in three different states at that. Weee. I wish them all the best. I d offer some marital advice but I may not be the best qualified for such.
This weekend starts another vacation for me. Meghan and I are heading for the beach. We re doing a bed and breakfast at Cape May. Never did a BnB, never been to Cape May. So we ll see how it works. We were looking for a nice quite beach escape where we can hone our much practiced sloth skills out under the suns deadly rays for a change. So if anyone has any recommendations for things to do, places to eat, etc in the area please post. I m sure we ll spend one day in nearby AC attempting to rob yet another casino of their riches.
Well, that s about it for now. Kent continues his slow moving out process. Then project Move Probie In can begin in earnest. Sweet.
-bampf | | 6/17/2007 4:23:20 PM Homo-Erotica in the heartland | Comments (9) |
| All right. I ve had a week to reflect on the Nerd trip to Indy. I think I ve come to terms with the ghastly happenings that transpired in those ill fated hotel rooms and that rented mini-van.
Let s just put it this way... at one point we considered having all six nerds piling onto a hotel bed wearing only Chili-Peppers inspired penis socks for a tell-tale photo-op of a massive mountain of man-flesh. It would have been glorious and a perfect snapshot of four days worth of fat guy homo-erotica.
So, in short we had a friggin great time. We wandered aimlessly around Indianapolis, finding the nerdiest attractions we could find... the Superman Museum, the War Memorial and then the local comic store. Perfect.
The tourney itself was good. The quality of player was a bit lacking and I cruised to the finals against Tubby, where the dice conspired against me and once again Tubby beat me in an extremely close match. Bastard.
We experienced the full spectrum of Indy cuisine. The highest highs... a glorious Brazilian churascarria; to the lowest of lows... the gastro-intestinal wrecking pseudo-meat of a White Castle.
And all the while we ate beef jerky and left a horrid cloud of noxious fumes in our wake.
We also took great joy in mocking the vintage car enthusiasts who had descended en masse to our hotel. Friggin redneck car people. They got a healthy dose of the sexy dance and some sweet man-nipple. That ll learn those retards to have a gay-ass hobby rather than playing imaginary games with little metal dolls like real men do! Faggots.
So, we re already planning future nerd trips. We ll see what comes to fruition.
-bampf | | | All right, the natives grow restless once again, so before the Wanderer goes off on another obscenity and typo ridden screed I ll post.
So what has been going on? Lotsa stuff. I m sure of it. Biggest thing was Schaef and his entering into wedlock. Rehearsal dinner was Friday.
En route to the What If Cafe in Hershey Kent, Jimmy and I were hit by the mother of all rainstorms. Flash flooding was insane. I quite literally had to ford about five rivers (in the car) to make it. At one point we hit a low point that appeared impassable so I turned off onto a side street seeking higher ground. Instead we found an even more untenable street. Seeing the cars ahead of us completely stranded and with water coming up over the hood, I jammed it in reverse and backed out a one way street with near zero visibility. It was insane, but somehow we made it. The current and water pressure even ripped a large chunk of re-enforcing plastic off my front grill. Decent battle scar for ole Betsy.
Anyway, the rehersal and the dinner were a lot of fun. Don t get to hang with Schaef near enough. Saturday was the wedding. Lotsa good times. Kent and I had more alcoholic drinks in an evening than we had imbibed in the previous year. We even managed to endure the soul crushing Chicken Dance, Electric Slide et al. My bloodlust towards the DJ was sated with Grasshoppers (the truest of manly drinks).
Anyway, it waited til near the end of the night, but I did break out the Sexy Dance on the dance floor to bless Schaef and Steph s union. Hard to imagine a marriage starting off on a better note.
Sunday was a recovery day. Since Kent is moving out and taking Shogun with him we called Aziz s breeder to see if we could get the fluffball a new playmate. Alas the breeder has stopped breeding (after 25 years) but mentioned a couple of ads in the Patriot. So Meghan walked outside to go get a paper from (the worst) Sheetz (in the world). Outside she was greeted by the stray cat that hangs around the house and her two kittens. So Meghan manages to grab one. It s not the cat we wanted. He s kinda wild, but we decided fate had ordained this cat was to be ours. The coincidence was just too great.
The cat is slowing adapting and has been christened Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg (in keeping with the theme). To further re-enforce the sense of kismet, when I got home from the gym today, I nabbed the other kitten. This thing was completely wild and went berserk when brought inside to say hello to its brother. Clearly Zorg was meant to be a housecat, unlike its feral sibling.
So. New cat. We ll see how it adapts and if it can obtain the vet s stamp of approval (it was wild).
In other news, Zlurpee is just days away. This promises to be the grandest nerd trip EVER! In another odd coincidence, today s Quote of the Day is the very apropos Hunter quote for the trip! Anticipation is running high! Wait til Indy gets a load of us...
-bampf |
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