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No Pant Muse

It’s dang near impossible to go two years of living without noticing some changes to your habits/lifestyle. Oddly enough, I realized one of these updates is the deep desire to live a life free of pants and the restrictions they impose.

I believe in every man’s right to drop trow and say, “I’m sick and tired of these things! I have long enough, tolerated the inequities of my balls stuck on right! Or your left, if your left-balled. Or even if you’re ambi-sac-trous. Regardless! We should not have to deal with the tyrannies of britches!”

And then I got to wonder, where did this newfound Trouser Rebellion come from? The closest I could find was that it was around the same time I met Kathy. Applying the same “Pirates Cause Global Warming” logic, I knew that she must be the cause.

Case Closed.

P.S. Snoopykiss has jury duty tomorrow. And you know what? He’d rather be working.

All Good Things…

Today, I start my new job at Yahoo!

I’m nervous. I’m excitied. I’m anxious. I’m happy. I’m scared. I want to make an impact.

My biggest concern for working at such a large company is that I’ll just be a tiny cog in a world-wide contraption. But as in most of my live endeavors, I refuse to adventure into this as a just a spectator.

Maybe I’ve set my dreams too high. I don’t care. I’m out there to make a difference, and I believe I’ve chosen the right company to facilitate that.

–Snoopykiss is energized and is ready to make the Internet a better place! (After he fills out 20 HR documents)

Of good times, friends and dances.

Rollercoaster rides happen all the time in life. I’ve gotten to the point where I can see mine coming, so I have some time to either tense up, or throw my hands up in the air and go Wheeeeeeee!!!!

Getting laid off the day I came back from work was a shock to my timeframe, but completely expected. I have once again, left a company with a stable application that will make/save them millions of dollars. My thanks? Enough good karma to last me through an apocalypse or two and an even better job.

This time, I’m going to Yahoo! YahooooooOOOOOOooOO!

My business cards will say “Technical Yahoo”, which is about as true to life as it gets on paper for me.

For my time off, I’m getting my road trip and dancing in by hanging out in Denver for a week. At the same time, learning about the wonderful effects of high-altitude and alcohol. If I don’t move to Germany, let’s hope I make it out here.

— Snoopykiss is kinda embarrassed it only takes one Smirnoff Ice up here. Kinda.

Punch a Nun

How good can good food be?

A question recently pondered by myself right after my recent Food and Spirits party. And I think I found the limit.

After talking about how she took the leftover chocolate fondue and threw in whipped cream and poured it over pound cake, Kathy’s friend realized that this was tasty enough that she’d “Punch a Nun”.

NOTE: To all you nun-lovers out there: I highly doubt that this friend would go around actually punching nuns for pound cake. But what if she opened up a Denny’s/La Quinta rival: Punching Nun Inn/Slap a 4 Year Old Diner.

Crack a Cardinal Tuesday’s.
4 Year Old Friday’s.

Wrong, yes. But it’s be tasty. I’d eat there.

–Snoopykiss wishes he could Feast on Asphalt.

A Friendly Game of Chess




a friendly game of chess

Originally uploaded by Optimus Prime.

Shot Glasses for Chess Pieces…What a brilliant idea!

And for extra craziness, what if each side gets to fill one shot glass (say a pawn) with something nasty like lemon juice and the captor has to shoot it. Probably speed up the game too.

I’ve also been having too much fun with my iDude, taking pictures of his butt, his abduction pictures, action poses, etc.

Ideas for more Chess deviations are welcome!

Whoomp…




stretch

Originally uploaded by lounytoon.

is the sound that the Universe makes when it bends to my will. And I think that I’ve been having that one track on repeat these past few days.

After some unfortunate potential roommate situations, I’ve got 2 of them coming in! 2 of them. And that’s awesome.

Whoomp.

I’m supposed to be picking up “PAGO” tomorrow. And now I’m looking for iPod interfaces for it. I have a feeling that tomorrow’s going to be a complete productivity killer as I’ll just go around chanting “MINIMINIMINIMINI!”

Whoomp.

One small hitch, but amazing story is how I had to get a valid TX DL to pick up my car. I’ve been driving around with an expired one for a few months. I go to the DMV and see “Now Serving: 414, 413, 412” and about 100 people sitting down, looking like their very lifeforce is being sucked out of them. From their chairs.

While waiting in line to get a number, “912” shows up next. As I’m talking to the clerk, some guy asks what 912 is, and she said, it’s a special number. I told him it’s how much you had to pay to get in line next. Soon after 415 is called. I tell the clerk my story about how I ordered my DL, but never got it and she gives me 913.
Jokingly: “So, does this mean I’m next?”
“Yes”
*mouth drops* *5 second pause*
“Now serving 913”
I swiftly sauntered down the rows of zombies and never looked back because I knew I had about 100 people waiting to rip my head off at the slightest bit of hesitation. I think I was the only happy person there. In and out in 15 minutes.

Whoomp.

And now I’m looking forward to a long weekend of getting kidnapped by a lovely lady who knows her Transvestites.

Whoompda. Whompda.

–Snoopykiss is going to run off with the car, the money and the girl.

I want my Mini!

My finances can be best described as: Feast or Famine.

Frugal. Frugal. Frugal. SPLURGGGGEEE!!!

Such as this past week where I’ve been living off of leftovers and sandwitches and then last night where I put a $1K pre-deposit for my new car and went to Fogo De Chao for dinner.

Next weekend: Cheap Thrills, babye.

Oh yeah, how I plan to pay for my habits as well as a cheap plug for my favorite online Web Comic: http://www.spamusement.com/
Jennylynn4064: I need a place to live
lastcoolnameleft: My house.
lastcoolnameleft: 🙂
lastcoolnameleft: Adn then commute to Denver
Jennylynn4064: perfect
lastcoolnameleft: See? That’s pretty easy, eh?
Jennylynn4064: oh, wait. can Julie live there too?
lastcoolnameleft: Sure. It’s 4 bedrooms.
Jennylynn4064: ok, now it’s perfect.
Jennylynn4064: how long’s the commute to Denver?
lastcoolnameleft: Oh Um. Weren’t you supposed to be working on that teleporter?
Jennylynn4064: I was, but then school got in the way
Jennylynn4064: I thought I sent the specs to you?
Jennylynn4064: so you could take over the development process?
lastcoolnameleft: Oh crap! They probably went to my Junkmail folder.
lastcoolnameleft: You didn’t put the title as, “Make the machine go faster”, did you?
Jennylynn4064: no, it was probably more like New High tech product thats sure to please

— Snoopykiss can’t wait until the parents find out about this.

It happened again!

I’m starting to wonder if guys have just started taking multi-tasking (peeing and giving directions) to a whole new level. I’ll keep my those actions separate, thank you very much.

Meanwhile, I had the following dream:

I was walking to my car from The Bone (however, my car was on the other side of the Deep Ellum tunnel, for some strange reason).

Then my friend Tam drove by and asked me if I wanted to hop a ride. So, I jumped on the top of her trunk and said, “GO!” She then started screeching the wheels and somehow I was able to hold on while making this crazy right turn onto Good Latimer.

But then she decided to do a U-turn in the One Way lane right before the tunnel and then started going the wrong way down the same One Way Street back to Elm. She shot through 2 red lights at which point the cops noticed and turned on their lights and sirens, which then started a police chase. All this, while I was still holding onto the trunk with some apparently, super grip hands.

After we passed the Gypsy Tea Room, we were no longer in Dallas, but now in some type of redneck residental area with lots of tall grass and many wooden shacks and Tam was making sharp turns to try and ditch the cops. At some point, I realized we were going to get caught and jumped off and into some dark alley, but then there happened to be a police car coming down that alley right as I jumped.

I woke up right at the point where I knew I was going to be busted. Headlights shining in my face and everything.

After I woke up and then contemplated this for a moment and my only solid thought was, “I should have jumped right as she made a turn instead of while she was in the middle of an alley because then I would have gotten my feet grounded better and been able to run faster. Note to self, just in case I’m ever in this situation.”

–Snoopykiss needs to have a Zen Moment. Only $19.95

Single but not Alone

After going through enough 100+ people parties, there comes a time where one realizes that there is a core group of people who are not just your party buddies, but people who you can really depend on. Those are the people I wanted around me for my St. Patrick’s B-day.

It’s those people I wanted singing Happy Birthday in the loudest, off-key, deaf-tone, intentionally unharmonious, way possible. Ones that would give me Pinky, the Love Pig as well as show me the epitome of “ghetto wrapped”. Ones who know me and what I want, oh so well. (Thanks for the Mentos and shirt!) As well as ones who are so willing to help me “find something to bang” while making a joyful noise unto the Lord. And then give me a spatula to help with spankings.

After much merriment and a very-welcomed day slept in, I was kidnapped by two awesome Denver Follows, and whisked off to Lindyfest in Houston. This consisted of a weekend full of the country’s best and intriguing instructors where I took a class called, “Learning to Dance to Soul Music” and even saw my friends compete in the American Lindy Hop Competition Regionals.

Pictures forthcoming.

–Snoopykiss needed that. In a good way. And a bad way.