I need investors
Category: Blogging

Okay, so I'm going into business for myself.  You see, I'm a bit behind the times, I'm late in catching on to all this new technology and what not, as are quite a few of the people I know.  Here it is.  I still have a VCR.  I know a lot of people that still have a VCR, some that don't even have one of those pesky DVD players. However, everything has since switched to these DVD things, and that leaves no rental opportunities for us video casette fans. 

I aim to fix that problem.  I'm starting a business.  VHFlix.  Here you can select a couple of VHS tapes from our vast library, and we'll mail them right to your mailbox.  only one setback (well 2...)

1.  you can only recieve 3 at a time, cause that's all that will fit in a standard size mailbox.

and B. I only have about 100 tapes here.  So if you're willing to settle for Robocop, rocky4, teenage mutant ninja turtles, and the sound of music (hey, I stole it from my mom when I moved out), then please send your order in.

When I get investors, things will be great.  I figure $10,000 would buy me about a million VHS tapes.  I'll go hit up all the yard sales and thrift stores I can, and start adding to my collection, to better serve you.

So, if you're willing to invest, please let me know!

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stupidity
Category: Blogging

This is to you, and you know who you are.  I’m not the best, I’ll admit there.  There’s a million and one faults about me, but I’m learning.  I’ve taken the steps down the road that I see you taking now, and I’m literally SHOUTING to you to stop, look around, analyze, and do something smart.  Shit, I’m practically begging you.  As much of an impact  you’ve made on me, as much as I think i can subliminally feel you, I’m bad news, at least in regards to you.  Don’t be stuipid.  Run away from this life you’re creating, because when you get a couple of years into it, it won’t be so easy.

Ugly side: Blue October

I must have sneezed
On knees I freeze
I mean I just choked up
But Somehow I slept
I dream, I mean
I dreamt of nothing
I’m Able to breathe
A sweet relief
Now that you’re here for me
A northern degree
Dove into me
Now I’m recovering

I only want you to see
My favorite part of me
And not my ugly side
And Not my ugly side

Hook up a C.B. a Wave a way
For conversation flow
I’m shun to your cage, to wage this rage
Don’t let me go
A kick and a scream is all that seems
To mean a lot thus far
I won’t let you on my stage, my page
You can’t know
Yet you have to know

So calm... and it’s so cold and now it’s dark
I look for you to light my heart
I’m between the moon and where you are
I know... I can’t be far

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out of the woodwork
Category: Blogging

they all come.  I've made my choice, though, one that's been bad for me in the past.  Not really bad, I guess, but it has made me cautious.  This one always seems to be the best choice when presented, though, and seems more perfect than ever right now.

with that said, I'm going to church tomorrow.

and I'm going to be gone for 2 1/2 weeks or so starting on thursday.  call me, if you know my number... If not, then get it before thursday.

I love you all.  pray for me, or send energy my way, or whatever it is you do.  Something good and something special is about to happen in my life.


Robbie

1:49 AM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

sober still
Category: Blogging

so this is what a saturday night at home alone feels like, eh?  I'm going to go out tonight, but no alcohol will cross my lips.  that's a promise to me, not to you.  I mainly need to go out to talk to sarah, cause she's hopefully going to help me out on a bartending gig I have coming up in a couple of weeks for a buddy of mine's wedding.  HMMM, the sober bartender.  I wonder if that's in anyway normal.  I mean, whilst you're bartending there's not a lot of time to drink anyway, and it's frowned upon a lot, but most places I've worked they don't mind if you take a shot or two if they're bought for you.  Hey, it ups your sales, ups your tip, and you drink for free... if that's what makes youtick.  but here I am, not drinking.  I'll take the red-bull and red-bull drink please, for my shot, yes?

so I've cut back on the vicodin I'm taking for my injury.  It still really hurts a lot, but I don't want to get hooked, physically or mentally, to that very wonderful feeling it gives me.

and me coming home from work every day, not going out every day, it's gotten me thinking about my direction.  I really don't know what's going on.  I have finally decided to let my walls down, to see what I can handle.  I've met someone that seems worth it, but I'm not going to push it.  it seems to me she has a few decisions to make on her own as well, so we'll see where that goes.  i do know that she's not interested in playing games. I know she's blunt.  I know she's drop-dead gorgeous.  I know that if I'm not careful, i'll be hooked.  I don't know if being hooked is  a good thing or not.  that's my quandry.

and I'm thinking of quitting my bartending job in twin. I've only done it 3 weeks, but my bosses do seem a bit difficult.  There's an opportunity in hazelton that I want to pursue, if I can get ahold of the owner.  It might be busier, might be more profitable.  we'll see how things go.

the comedy thing, however, I've put aside for now.  I come up with a lot of good material, but I dont write it down, so I forget it.


and I need a computer.  preferably a lap top.  I'm tired of bumming from my roomies.  let me know if you seen any good deals.

robbie, signing out.

8:18 PM - 5 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

don’t know whats going to come out
Category: Blogging

I'm writing. I'm thinking a lot about a lot, and I don't know what...

so I hurt myself. sprained a testicle? yes, kinda like a hernia, but not quite as bad. I'm on vicodin, so I'm a little loopy.

had a great weekend with my little ones. despite the pain in my pants we had a birthday party for victoria. I got her a betta fish, I'm pretty proud of it. She named it Petal, which I think is really cute. I didn't work very well saturday night, my pills were messing with me a bit. they have been since I started taking them. I'm a bit loopy, and really tired from them, but otherwise I'm alright.

sunday, despite the pain in my pants, we went to the twin falls fair. I spent a lot of money on the kids and me, and we ate a lot of good food, played games, looked at the animals, had a blast. then I got rid of the little one for a bit so I could take the big one on rides. zoe was fine with it, she got to go hang out with grandma.

so I scared the dickens out of vic... I took her on the zipper. yea, it was a little scary, she was a little freaked out, but when it was finally over she didn't want to say how much she didn't like it... she only said "daddy, that was just a tiny bit fun." she told me she'd go on it again next year, though, when she was a litle bigger. I hope she does. she had a lot of fun on the others, and I wore her out pretty good.

I have decided that I'm done drinking. I've been contemplating it, I can't drink while I'm on these pills anyways, I have eye surgery so I can't drink because of that as well, so I'm not drinking. I'm doing okay with that. it's not like I drink in excess, but I do go out a lot. I'm sure I'll save a lot of money by not doing so. get better sleep, be able to work out more. all of that stuff. there's plenty of things to do that don't involve alcohol. I don't know those, but if you're interested in helping me figure them out, I'd love the game.

those friends of mine that I usually drink with, please be respectful of this decision of mine. I don't mind going out, but don't be encouriging me to drink. instead encourage me to not drink.

those friends of mine that don't drink. lets hang out... teach me what there is to do out there that doesn't involve alcohol. I need some good hobbys or something, eh? so lets paint this town red... only sober this time.


that's it for now.

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Plastic candy cup (work in progress)
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is something I'm working on. I think I have music to go with it to, but I haven't tried to put the 2 together yet.

I have more to it now as well, but this is the least rough of it. Tell me what you think


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-Plastic candy cup-

The little plastic cup she brings my candy in
Reminds me of what held the syrup
That I used to use to lose my mind

And I don't even like her
But she's the one I want to save me
Can she hear the silent shouts within my head?

those Wandering high school kids
forced to visit against their will
to get their graduation hours in.

And I don't even like them
they remind me of when I screwed up
Kids, listen to the curses that never leave my lips.

And there's a bitter taste still on my tongue
of tales that I once told
To my mentors, to my peers, and to myself
the lies never grow old



k, there's more to come... this is where it starts to get rough

8:00 PM - 6 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

The gunslinger
Category: Blogging

so, I've met many of you since I first posted this last summer... A lot of you have seen my dance. Here is an instructional blog on how to do this dance. Enjoy, my friends.

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So I've gone out to the clubs a lot lately, and while watching people dance the other day, I decided that you can't beat the 80's. Really... the 80's had the best music, the best dancing, almost the best everything.  They needed a little work on the hair, and definately a lot of work on the clothes, but they were trying, and that's what's important, right.  Sure the 80's gave us things like vanilla ice, and the shaved lines in the side of the head, but ask any 20 something person around (30 somethings now), and they'll be able to quote at least a phrase or two from either vanilla ice or MC Hammer.  I love it all.  I caught the tail end of everything from the 80's, but I'm still proud to say I'm a product of the 80s.

however, that was 20 years ago.  Now we're pathetic.  We can't dance. We stand around bumping up and down to shitty beats while ugly whorish girls are shaking their ass whilst showing their whale tails (thong strings way up past their pants).     Stop the insanity!!!! you all need to learn to dance.Here's a few pointers, however to get you on your way to "cutting a rug."  Here's a prime picture of me dancing :



as you can tell, tony and myself are grabbing our belts and making faces.... very vital in dancing, both the belt grab and the face.

another example:



this is what we call the gunslinger, notice the face, and the 2 finger gun.  Necessary dance move.  Stand with your feet shoulder length apart, slightly bent.  start with one hand, two fingers making the barrell of a pistol... shake yer gun to the beat for a few counts, while tapping your opposite foot.  when you start to feel it, get your other gun out, and start to bend your legs more.  it's extremely necessary that you're always tapping one heel while you're slinging your guns. 



if done right, hot chicks will jump into your arms like above....

now you may find yourself without a dancing partner.  If this happens, grab yourself a pool cue, and dance around on that.  emily demonstrates beautifully.


ah, the hotness....

finally if all else fails in your dancing, flash peace signs, or pose for a picture with lots of beautiful people.  then everybody will know you're styling




so there you have it.  Next time you're itching to be styling, remember my gunslinger and dance moves.  the chickies will be all over that

yea... and alcohol will always help you in your dance skills.
especially if you're not the only one drinking it.

5:32 PM - 5 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

My life as a player? HAHAHA (or, the EGO blog)
Category: Blogging

I've been working on material for a stand up routine, I have a lot of good things coming along. Most of it is going to be based around my real life stories about finding love, or at least companionship. Some of it is my fake-life stories about finding love, or at least companionship (I have a bit on speed-dating. I've never been speed-dating).

However, in real-life, when I'm actually trying to hit on somebody, I think I may put off the vibe that I'm some kind of player. I don't know how I put on this facade. I must just eminate absolute coolness. That really must be it, because all these girls must think that I'm way too good for them or something. I just don't understand. I think I'm going to start showering less or dressing poorly just lower myself to a comfortable level. Yes, that's right ladies. today, YOU CAN! I'm no longer out of your league. Major league, back to the minors.

However, if you do decide to step up to the plate, remember some of my favorite things to do. Yes, you must enjoy yodeling. You must enjoy curling. You should be willing to participate in worm-farming making those little chains out of construction paper (the ones that become ever so popular during the holiday). These mentally advanced activities will put us on an ethereal level of consciousness. And in this state we can truly live in happiness.

so, um... now that we're on the same level, let's do it, eh?

5:02 PM - 6 Comments - 7 Kudos - Add Comment

the coffee creamer equilibrium
Category: Blogging

There it is.  An off-white colored vessel containing the dark brown goodness that is my caffeine fix for the moment. However, dark brown is not my prefered way of consuming this goodness.  Yes, there is a formula for the perfect amount of creamers to one cup of coffee that is required to adhere to my preference.  Two creamers: one cup.  That's what really irks me about crap-tastic places like Denny's and Shari's.  Some over-ambitious, under-paid dork manager is training these waitresses, hounding them that in a diner, the easiest way to improve your tips is to make sure that the coffee cup is always full.  However, this is not the case.  There are, out there, some  CDO sufferers, much like myself.  you laymen would refer to it as OCD, obsessive compulsive disorder, but the acronym is correctly CDO, because it's in alphabetical order, as it should be.

Thus being said, thus being a CDO sufferererer, it is vital that there are 2 creamers per one cup of coffee.  I can't figure out how much to put in if I've only consumed 2 of the six ounces, to make the coffee-creamer equilibrium perfect.  Plus there's the heat factor.  2 creamers will perfectly cool the coffee down to a point that it's immediatly consumable.

The other day I went to McDonalds, and got some coffee.  this really threw me through a loop, for the cup was much larger than diner-sized, and much hotter than diner-temperature.  I had a breakdown.  Just got out of the hospital yesterday.  It's good to be back.

So I'm headed to denny's.  See you all in a couple months.

6:21 PM - 5 Comments - 12 Kudos - Add Comment

who wants to see me in the Real World????
Category: Games

well, you can.... so you should go vote for me.... their choosing one of the 7 cast members based on online voting, and I'm only a few thousand shy right now... yes, another one of those far fetched contests, what can I say, I'm a sucker...

but anyways, you should go to the link below and vote for me, daily, yes, daily.... I'd love you forever...

vote for robbie here!!!!

7:29 PM - 8 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment