The one where I recap my birthday

August 9, 2010

Gather round kiddies. It’s time for the weekly recap of the weekend. Now this one was pretty packed like the previous weeks—what is it summer or something? Of course if you pay attention (and you should because there may be a test eventually) you’ll notice that I continually keep doing the same things over and over.

Bar
Marx Brothers movie
Bar
Cult Movie
Art Lecture
Hobo Killing

Uhm…I mean…so….yeah you get the point. I likes what I likes so there. This week was a bit different because as I ranted about here it was my 32nd birthday. Interestingly in that b-day post I don’t think I actually mentioned my age. I got asked about it a lot (understandably being my birthday and all) this weekend. Usually like this:

Person(s): So how does 32 feel?
Me: Pretty much the same as 31?
Person(s): Hahaha yeah.

I mean I’ve not changed that much. I’ve firmly held onto the notion that we have no choice in growing old but growing up is optional. I know you can hardly tell I refuse to give up not growing up.

That is not the point of the post tho. Oh no this is the all important what I did over the weekend recap post. This goes beyond the debate of growing up vs. growing old. Who did I see? Who did I not see? (What?) Where did we see each other and so on.

Friday was a fun day. I mean of course it was my birthday and all. It started with a minus though. I had to have pants on early morning but at least it was for a good cause!

Cupcakes!

Yeah the wifey bought me some Banana Crème w/ Cinnamon Honey butter cream frosting cupcakes from the awesome LaBella Cupcakes. They are divine. If you are in the Cleve-o area you must try them. I can’t wait till they open their store!

The rest of the day I spent checking out possible writing gigs, applying to jobs and then drinking whiskey. Yeah whiskey during the day, you got a problem with that? No in fact some of you were trying to get me to drink earlier. I had a nice little buzz going by 2pm. Not a full on buzz but a nice warm and fuzzy feeling.

Later that night we went to Reddstone for some grub, drinks and good times. The group that helped celebrate my b-day was: Kat, Pelvic Joann, Alicia, Camilla, The Rizza, Dave, and the Pole Smoker. There were cameos by Craig and I got to meet someone new from twitter (JDDrake) The festivities included 8 dollar grape bombs shots courtesy the love Rizza. Yeah 8 freaking dollars! The company was good even if the pricing seemed to border on the not so fun. We spent most of the night there chatting, taunting and so forth. There was this statement:

We were discussing being drunk. I went to explain how you can tell on twitter when I start quoting rap lyrics, only it came out like this)

Me: You can tell when I’m queer—
Yeah that was good for some laughs. There were these:

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(Me, Alicia, Camilla and Dave)

And this gem of a picture:

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(Me and the pole smoker.)

Now I’d have more pictures (and there are some) but it is more important to me to have a good time than to snap fashionable pictures. From there we headed over to Parnell’s Pub. I felt it was only right to celebrate at least part of my birthday there. I had 3 jack and gingers and then we headed home. Not before Camilla grabbed my picture and took some very drunk pictures.

Pics included: half a phone, a few elbows, 3 cheeks, a chin, half a head, and me looking down.

Saturday was mostly spent at home reading, writing and watching tv while recovering from the night before. The wifey had a call back and when she returned we headed over to Duck Soup at the Cinematheque. From there we hit up Chipotle for dinner. Here we got to witness a group of plain clothes cops walking around like they just got out of the latest Bad Boys flick. They were walking with a swagger, badges hanging around their neck and bullet proof vest. Then there were the 30 something guys creeping on some chicks in their late teens. Here is one interaction:

Creeper 1: Hey you going to get the new iphone?
Girl 1: Nah.
Creeper 1: Here you want mine? Here you go. I’ll trade you for your burrito bowl. HAHA.
Girl 1: Right.
Creeper 2: He just wanted to show off.
Girl 2: Right.
Creeper 1: So what are your plans for tonight?
Silence.

Yeah and when the girls got up to throw away their shit and leave, the two creepers practically got them pregnant with their eyes. From there we went over to Parnell’s for a quick drink and then went to see Pulp Fiction.

Jimi Factoid #1: He has seen Pulp Fiction 59 times now.

Sunday (that’s my funday. My I don’t have to runday) we did some much needed shopping and a bit o relaxing. I got a couple of frames for some autographs I had.

Bernie Kosar
Anderson Varejao
And Mother fucking Raven. (sorry)

Then we headed over to her dad’s house. He was making me dinner for my birthday. He made dolmades and some Spanakopita. They were delish and a fine way to end a week. Today we start a diet that I won’t go into detail about but it isn’t my favorite. I can probably parlay this into wifely favors but will probably waste those by making her go to local wrestling shows.

A side note since I started doing Yoga for Regular Guys consistently again and walking more and eating less I’ve lost 6 pounds. Go me.

That sentence sucked but oh well.

How the bleep was your weekend?

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Post it Note Tuesday: Let’s Get Sticky

March 23, 2010

This batch of post it notes is themed again. Sorta. I’m not going with numbers or anything like that. I’m focusing on a few things that have made me happy of late. Complaining just seems to easy. Anysticky go read the other notes by clicking the linky

And make your own here.

Now LET’S GET STICKY.

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I know. I know this happens to me all the time. Time Warner took away my NHL Network and I complained and whined. Well it’s a free preview and I’m just going to sit back and enjoy it until they take it away. So come here hockey and NHL Network I missed you. Give me a hug.

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Sure it can be filled with petty fights and nothingness but I’ve been able to meet and hang with a bunch of cool people. So social media high five.

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The Dark Room is something I posted about here earlier in the week. It is another example of the artist of the 216 coming together to help one another. It’s a tool I need to learn to use.

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The wifey made this last night and it was like eating an Angel.

What?

Anyhoo it was potatoes, peas, curry powder, turkey in a potpie. It was deliciousness. I don’t want to steal her thunder of posting the hows and whys so I’ll end with yum!

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The same for the above (minus the ingredients) goes for this. They were damn tasty.

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I got a call from the sis and nephews last night and it was just filled with laughs. Some of the highlights: The youngest asking why I was Hannah Montana for Halloween, and continually saying “but that’s for a girl” and offering a thousand dollars to let him come stay up with us.

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Be my Be my Be my Bra. She’s been uber supportive (and always has been) during this lay off jive.


It’s a RECAP! or My first week unemployed

March 22, 2010

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Run! Gooo. Get to the choppa! ( I use this so much that I finally added “choppa” to the Microsoft word dictionary.)

I’m sorry I’m mixing my movie jokes again.

So my time as unemployed has begun. Like you couldn’t tell, but I digress. It’s been a weird week. I did some writing which was important. Did I make an all out breakthrough with anything? No, not really. I did do a good chunk of writing though and I managed to make some headway in the mess that is the currently play.

Organization is apparently an important thing.

I’ve made some goals. Goals are good right? I mean in soccer they are so they gotta be for me right? Cleveland Public Theatre (A local theatre here) will be receiving lots of scripts and etc from me in the near future. Also I need to be smart and take part in their ‘Dark Room’. It is held on the second Tuesday of every month and I think will be a great tool for any writer and/or actor. Actors and writers show up to a place where there is free Magic Hat beer (!) and writers bring 10 pages of writing to be read. Everyone gets together and bam just like that writers get to hear what their words sound like. Inconceivable!

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Sorry I did that whole random quote thing again. It does bring me to the next thing I did which was go see The Princess Bride at the @capitolw65th. It is part of their late shift that shows cult classic movies twice a month. It was a good time and provided some nice ‘Put my arm around my wife and laugh time’ that can be hard to come by sometimes. The late shift is a good time and cheap. You get some good times (either because you enjoy the movie or because it’s so bad you enjoy laughing at it) and it only cost 5 bucks. They do a good job of making it a fun time. They’ve had cake, ice cream, candy, dress ups and giveaways.

Most of the week has been sitting on my ass. Which yes has been a good thing but it’s also sucked a bit. The main problem was that the unemployment started right as March Madness did. I’ve not been able to watch all of the games in a long time and did not plan accordingly. The weather was nice enough to take walks but since I went about my routine of writing when I wake up I’d miss the chance. I’d write till it was time for the games to begin and by then it was too late to take a walk. My ass rapidly became sore (That’s what she said!) from sitting so damn much.

St. Patrick’s Day has always been fun for me. This year was one where I didn’t have to take it off to have the fun. The wife made cupcakes that are clear proof of Gods existence.
Or that she makes tasty things. Anycupcake. What she made was chocolate Guinness cupcakes with Irish whiskey Ganache filling and bailey’s butter cream frosting. Defuckinglightful! Dinner consisted of Beef and Guinness stew also defuckinglightful. The night consisted of spending time with Julie, Brandon Lindsay and my lovely wifey at Parnell’s Pub. A real fricking Irish Pub! You don’t get no car bombs or green fricking beer at this place. What do you get? Well I got a shirt that says it has the best head in Cleveland. Yeah!

Oh yeah filed for unemployment.

Beachland Brunch on Sunday with Julie, Marc, Brandon, and the wifey was tasty as ever. The wife and I shared a Bloody Ninja bloody Mary there. Yeah I k now the name is awesome! I’m happy that I’m mixing it up with new people. I don’t have many people I let it and I sort of make it hard to get to know me, but I think my group is expanding.

Yeah Progress!

So to sum up: Filing, Sitting, writing, sitting, sitting, sitting, Drinking, shirt buying, cupcakes, stew, sitting, friends, sitting, reading, writing, basketball, basketball, basketball, soccer, sitting, The Princess Bride, sitting, Brunch, sitting,


The Duckman cometh

March 8, 2010

5 more days of employment remain. 5 seven hour shifts at a store that isn’t ordering anything and the product is dwindling. As any of you know who follow me on twitter or are lucky (read strange) enough to be friends with me on Facebook you know it’s been a draining last 2 weeks. There’s been a constant cloud of rumor, fear, anger and that is never fun. As I discussed in an earlier post I’ve handled it about as well as I could. I is the key word there. I’ve done what you gotta do keep on keeping on. I’ve not begrudged anyone lucky enough to be kept on or called by Dave’s. I’m in neither of those categories and I’m okay with that. I understand everyone’s need to talk about it and even stew on it but me I’m more comfortable with the lets just get through this week. Together and enjoying it as much as we can. There is no need to force suffering on us while there, is there? I mean don’t get me wrong I talk about it. I’ve had many talks about it with my lovely and wonderfully supportive wife, and well my bestie the rizza has had her cell blowing up with texts about it from me. Blowing up may be too extreme but the point is I’ve not just ignored the elephant eating my job in the room. I’ve considered, I’ve talked, I’ve applied and now all I can do is wait. I’ve worried and I’ve worried that worrying about it would make me no fun to be and talk with. So I needed to make sure this weekend was good so the crap last week won’t be so bad.

So this weekend’s keys to forgetting the fact that next week I won’t have a job and that this last week is going to royally blow?

Was it slamming pallet jacks into the wall?

Nope violence is really not my style. Plus I don’t need anger management classes. Some people really do though.

Was it writing poetry?

Yeah right I wish. I started several poems but haven’t managed to trudge further than 4 lines.

My keys were:

The first thing I did was take a 2 day break from scouring/applying job applications. It was much needed. I just decided my mind needed a reprieve. Don’t worry I’m back at it today (as soon as I finish this post and do an hour of writing.)

Watching Pretty in Pink at the @Cedar Lee Theatre was the good time I needed. Is it John Hughes’ best? Nope. It’s a fun little flick though. The Late Shift (I still don’t like the new name) is a lot of fun and if you’re in the Cleve you need to check it out. Next up The Princess Bride!

Another key was hanging and chatting with cool peoples. So a big thank you to the wifey, Lindsay, @sweetsweetjulie and @lilskul. Talking inside the Cedar Lee Theatre until they tell us to get to stepping and then talking in the chilly Cleveland night was good times.

The Simon Says Burger from B Spot. It is a burger with bologna, coleslaw, whip sauce, and American cheese. Now I have no idea what whip sauce is but as a whole this thing was damn tasty. I can’t even complain that the Judases lovely ladies went there for the first time without me because they brought me this delightful dish home. I scarfed it down and then moved onto one of the last Red Velvet cupcakes from LaBella Cupcakes. That really helped.

As did the shot of whiskey.

And of course what always always helps? Dress up! As noted earlier we went to see Pretty in Pink but what I didn’t say was it was 80’s prom themed. Yeah that’s right and this ensued:
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And then there was me your Prom King Bitches!*
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*I owe it mostly to the fact that when I was up there I had 4 people in my cheering section and one of those was the scream queen. I mean her decibel levels alone could’ve sealed it for me.


the brian prototype

August 26, 2009

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cinnamon chip eyes.
possibly an edible ball bearing for the piercing White and black frosting mixed to look gray.
white frosting for the face.
Black frosting for the hair (slightly spiked)
Black frosting for the frown (frown is a must)
Funfetti cupcake mix

I’m not sure why things I do surprise people anymore. When I say I’m going to do something I usually do it. This is especially the case when it comes to the weird or just plain humorous. Don’t think I’ll wear a pig nose to a bar? Then go to the Grog Shop when I’m there. Introduce myself as someone else? Check. You have to live life and have fun while doing it. It’s why I went to work as Hannah Montana on Halloween.

So I’ve decided to share the prototype designs of “The Brian”. Yes it’s a muffin/Cupcake creation. As to which one it’ll be that has yet to be decided and as a whole it will be tweaked. This is the planning stages.

How it came about:

One day while talking to the Dark Prince of IT—otherwise known as Brian—it sort of started as a joke. The conversation went something like this:

Jimi enters IT office.

Dark Prince: Shoot me
Me: Bang.
Dark Prince: No for real.
Me: But you’d be missed way too much.
Dark Prince: Nobody would. Nobody appreciates me.
Me: I appreciate you. In fact I’m going to name a muffin after you.
Dark Prince: Uhm okay.
Me: I will.
Dark Prince: Why?
Me: Because you like muffins and I appreciate you. It’ll be blueberry and have cinnamon chip eyes.
Dark Prince: That doesn’t sound very good.
Me: It will be disgusting, but that’s no reflection on how much I appreciate you.
Jimi exits and sticks head back in.
Me: It may be wild berry because you’re wild.

Exits.

It grew and grew from there. It became more than a joke or a way to weird others hearing (and the Dark Prince) out. It became needed. A must do for me. Later that day telling my wife and our friend Linzi they laughed and laughed. So hence The Brian will be made and you guessed it presented to B-rye and our coworkers soon. Pictures and possibly a video of the making of the brian to follow.


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