I got "kudos" on one of my customer's intranet sites. Pretty cool!

The weather is too nice to be working today, but we all are.

Oh, fuck American Idol. Just fuck 'em. People are worried that the voting is getting screwed up? That the integrity of the voting system is being thwarted by some renegade movement from Howard Stern and votefortheworst.com?

AI is not a talent show. It's part talent show, part freak show. Simon Cowell claimed that there was no talent in Seattle, but you mean to tell me there was no one better than Sanjaya? If it's truly a talent show, why was he put there in the first place? If America is watching for a talent show and American Idol throws up a bunch of no talents and (in at least two cases, allegedly) retards, they are fucking with us. They deserve to be fucked with back.

There are a lot of tryouts to go through before the contestants get on TV. The completely ridiculous looking and sounding contestants are there for comic relief only and then Simon Cowell rips on them? They shouldn't be there in the first place. There are a lot of talented people who waited in line to try out in front of nobody judges to be declined a spot on the show. Their being passed over for someone like Sanjaya is purely artificial and nothing more than contest rigging.

Which is, um, exactly what the votefortheworst.com movement is.

AI is nothing more than contrived "reality" and exposure as to how the music industry is run and why I derive pleasure from stealing music online.

Paula Abdul judging a singing contest is like Christopher Reeve judging a dance contest. - Chris Rock

Vegas Trip:off
Blackberry:replaced
Work:insane
Stomach:full
Bladder:getting there
House:messy
Gooch:out

"I've got the 50-cent movie down in my trunk. They were giving it away at the car wash." - Christopher Maltosanto, in The Sopranos

I should be at the beach right now. Instead, I'll be working. Oh well. I don't get paid to party. I'm hungry. Where's my pants?

Husband kills wife's lover - wife is charged in the slaying

I love this story. It sucks that the guy died, but at least Texas agrees he deserved it.
More or less.

Call me.

gooch

I like the responses that I've received via email/comments about my (honestly deserved) chastising about my unprofessional actions at the strip club nearly two weeks ago. It's hard to believe one can be considered "unprofessional" in an industry where a gentleman doesn't let a lady chop up her own cocaine and using a condom is seen as an insult.

Heh.

Supposed to be going out of town this weekend. Work's piling up, I don't know if it'll happen. Vegas next week, though.

Vegas.

I woke up this morning not knowing where I was. Did I get drunk last night? How'd I get home?

In reality, I'd just had a series of dreams last night that I'd partied and it belied the fact that I went straight home and to bed after a meeting last night.


Possible image from my dream(s) last night.

I'm sorta depressed. Actually, I'm insanely depressed. I missed my workout this morning and I'm struggling to get out of bed. I think my manager at the strip club lecturing me last night over the phone as to my "unprofessional" behavior during my last shift probably did me in. During the conversation, I kept wondering... "is this rock bottom?"

Alcohol's a hell of a drug.

I guess when people are depressed or unhappy with their situation, the best thing to do is realize that every day is a new opportunity to do something great.

Or, at least, not fuck up.

Okay, now I'm smiling. Off to work.

JG:O

"Undercover Brother can't drive?" If he crashed my 1.5 million car, he'd quickly be "Underwater Brother" or "Stuffed-in-a-woodchipper Brother."

I was on the phone for two hours last night: midnight until 2am. I had some wine last night and I'm not hungover, but I've got sort of a wine headache. Maybe that's the way an alcoholic says "hangover." I swear to God I was laying here in bed this morning and thought about (in a mid-wake state, mind you) getting cold pizza somewhere; as if it's a menu item at breakfast houses everywhere. Someone should do that - cook extra pizzas at night and stick them in a refrigerator to be served at breakfast the next morning. Perfect for the bachelor on the go that didn't have time to go in on a pizza with friends the night before (?). I just checked my email and the only message is from me, sent last night, telling me exacly what time I need to be at certain places, what I need to deliver to those places, and to get out of bed. Weird. I guess Gooch: Tuesday should listen to Gooch: Monday. I'm getting out of bed.

Gooch:Tuesday:Out