Okay, you get the Tai Chi joke already. I wrote that for a retirement video that I never got on. See how my humor is universal?
Eh, neither do I.
I'm a bit buzzed and in the writing mood. I used to be in this mood all the time, but now seems like a good diarrhea session of the keyboard. I did another one once. Oh, yeah. If you saw it, you'd know that I sometimes RAMBLE on this blog like there's no tomorrow. As if I'm trying to escape from cyberspace (okay... I'm freewriting now) by screaming for help through a inebriated teletype.
Gooch: a legend in his own mind.
And in his spare time.
I went to Montego's where I sometimes (and will soon again) DJ. My friend, Ryan, reminded me of how I used to goof off on the mic and have fun. I was a kickass anti-DJ. I've become a cliche DJ. Maybe my name should be "DJ Cliche?" I really don't want to DJ again, my schedule is full enough without a once a week drinking/DJing bender. My girlfriend is actually cool with the DJing gig, which is surprising. She's also cooked most all meals I've consumed the last week and a half. I've never given her (or any girl I've dated) props on this site. Consider it done.
She doesn't read the blog (nor has any girl I've dated), anyway, so moot point.
However, I will DJ because it forces me to face my fear of fucking up in front of people. At least, it lets me learn that fucking up in front of people is okay. Like any good public speaker, I have to imagine that the audience is in their underwear.
Which, in this case, they are. Until they take them off.
I could tell you how busy my week has been. It's been so busy that I've reminisced about the good old days. Yes, in that vernacular. My conversations this week with various people has been about: Smoking in offices, hanging out when "we were only six," going to grade school together, playing 3rd grade soccer, being a delivery driver, my first network I ever set up (with the help of Gregster), Family trips, etc. It's as if I'm planning on dying and I'm thinking about the past.
Truth is: I'm getting old, and that's what old people do: Talk about the "Good Old Days." When you can say that you've known someone for "twenty-seven years," (as Ryan and I stated tonight) you're old.
I remember when I was the cool kid on the block for owning an Atari 2600. Fuck Coleco, Fuck Intellivision, Fuck pong. I was a God with Pitfall, Space Invaders, Missile Command, it goes on...
We all have to remember that we're always making the "Good old Days." You will look back on today in 20 years and think about how thin and popular you were. You may live in a big house in 20 years, but you'll look back on the little condo with a futon you called home.
You know what I want in the world? You want to know the situation I encountered that I wish to change for my children and my children's children?
When you boot up a computer and the keyboard either fails (or is not plugged in) and you get the message:
Keyboard Failure
or...
Keyboard Missing
and then...
Press F1 to Continue
I mean, do the same people make gas gauges that instruct drivers to drive to the nearest gas station after the car has completely run out of gas? This is the first time a bios update might solve more than just my technical issues. My piece of mind is at stake here.
Tonight I visited the following places: Subway (to eat a salad), Jody's strip club (for a sales call to the owners), Boss Hawg's (to meet up with a customer), Original Taco House (to have a few drinks and install a battery backup at 10:30pm), Montego's (to collect a debt and drink a little too much), and home: to write this ridiculous blog.
Shit... I have to work tomorrow and it's almost 4am. Remember when I could stay up all night and still work the next day?
Eh... neither do I.
(that's a 'call back,' in comedy lingo, sort of).
goochout.
I'm not going to post this. It is a stupid ramble and it's starting to not make sense. I shouldn't post this and instead just fall asleep and thank myself for not posting typed embarrassment online.
You see, I've never deleted a post from this site. For any reason. I'm thinking about doing so for an old friend who has requested it. It's tough, because it's just an unfiltered, seldom visited (sans the Kim Kardashian incident) site that's more of a personal diary than a blog, really.
Get back to work!
JG
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