today's that day that people go out and drink in the middle of the week.


Sweet.


I haven't been to a bar in months, this might be fun.


Also: I just checked again. There is no other Buffalo-related site that has content like estrip.org. There are some other monolithic blogs with a political slant, those are ok, but estrip is the best to read by far.

After I post this I'm going over to the Artvoice Reader's Choice awards (AKA the everybody wins an award awards - seriously there are a lot of categories that are so specific that the winners are pretty much automatic) and vote for estrip.
Paul has eluded public recognition for long enough and I think its time he got some more print in Artvoice.

Check out my user sound: I can't stop listening to it, its so ballsy/brassy.





I tried making a psuedo-uv filter like the one I commented in Paul's journal (e:paul,4887)

The basic idea is to use glass from a screw-in black light bulb as a filter.
I bought (2) to use, good thing cause cutting them is easier said than done.
I used a vitamin pill bottle as a tube-hoozy adapter cause it fit perfect on my canon a70

Glass + gaffer tape + bottle = uv filter version 0.5


check it out:





I didn't play that long outside with it to try it on account of it being Believe it or Not outside.*





There is a spot in the glass where the thickness changes and it puts a blurry part in there.
Not really impressed with the results, need to play around with it more. Pretty good for a half hour investment though.



Also I found this in my truck:





I took this girl out a few times last year, and it was around this time.
I wasn't that into her but I was inspired by the third frame in a Dinosaur Comic and I thought it was funny.
I got the picture from my extensive archive and it cost like 80¢ to print and a minute to write on it.
I was apprehensive on account I didn't know if she would get it, and think that I was super into her or something. Well, lucky for me she stopped answering her phone a week before the 14th.
WHUT A RELEF!





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• Did anyone catch that one? I'm working on my rhyming slang.

IT was fucking supra-hairy down in Fredonia/Dunkirk this weekend. Robin Williams hairy.

So much fucking snow and so much fucking wind and so little visibility. Driving to work I couldn't even see the end of the hood of my turkc

I worked an extra day (Sunday night) so I could get time off for my cousin's wedding. Also the stag or bachelor party or whatever the fuck they are calling it.

Its hard to call it a bachelor party cause its not a bachelor party like I know it. this is the religious cousin and pretty much anything more dangerous than plain potatio chips is verboten. (Hell no, no barbecue chips) So like no booze, drugs, strippers, booze, gambling or rock/roll.

When we (me & his bro/step-bro) were trying to figure out what to do for the thing we thought it was a sweet idea to go up to WhiteFace, maybe ski a little bit. That got vetoed becuase I guess some of the other Usher dudes are too dorky to ski. What the fuck guys, you are really cramping my style. My crazy skiing style. (The last time I went skiing was in middle school or something and I remember crashing and getting amnesia.)

So no skiing. Then the groom sugguests backpacking. In march. Not like 'lets put a case of beer in a backpack and sneak it into the Square' backpacking but like 'lets sleep in a tent and dig a hole to poop in' packpacking.

Dude. I grew up with this guy and he's like a brother to me so I'll do this but goddamn if it isn't going to suck unfiltered shit.
I like the outdoors and I like camping and I like tents and sleeping bags but the last time I went backpacking as a kid these people rode horses over a backpacking trail and all their shitty hoofprints were like big puddles in the mud. The horseshit and mosiquitos that were hatching from the puddles was enough for me to vow to never do that shit again.
And that was in the summertime. This is supposed to be in March, actually the 17th. Instead of lots of beer, its no beer or heat. AWESOME.

Usually people take time off work for sweet stuff. I declare it opposite day and I take time off work for truly non-sweet stuff.


Anyways its nice being back in Buffalo, not only is the weather better but I love this place.

My favorite coworkers are the ones who come into my office to tell me how sick they are. Sneezes and noserubs only sweeten the deal


The best defense is to keep a a low level of germs in your system.

Goddamn doesn't this town love talking about the blizzard of 77?
When its mentioned, over and over, on TV and in the paper, I can't help feeling the same way when you watch a dog roll in shit. The newsheads and writers roll it all over their bodies, they can't get enough of it.
Maybe they are just salivating at the thought of another slam-dunk segment/column.


Everything is compared to that damn blizzard though. This past storm (The October 2006 Buffalo storm, also known as Lake Storm "Aphid", the October Surprise Storm and the Columbus Day Massacre, etc) was pretty quickly compared to 77. Everyone agreed: 77 was better (worse).


I think a keen young entrepreneur could major hay while the 30th anniversary sun is shining with 1-900-BLIZZRD or 1-900-30th77B or something to that effect. People could get off 24hrs a day at their convenience.


[caller] Just how big were the snow banks?

[operator] Well I swear they were a rod and a half if they were an inch. Damn things were just like mountains. Devastating.

[caller] Just how *gulp* devastating was it?

et cetera




In other news I am turning 300 months old later this week.