Poot's Palace

its been so long since i have blogged i had to register an email with google just to use the blogger. you'd think a lot would have happened since i last blogged in september sometime, but nothing really has sadly enough. what has happened probably showed up somewhere on Wha's blog, so i didnt see a point in saying the same thing twice (ie: Vail trip, Wha performing snow angels in a bar after Clemson's bowl game). i am really just posting something to see how long it takes for someone to check my blog to see if i have written anything. if i find i still occasionally have the viewership stop by to see if i have updated, i will continue.

I am sititng here watching the UVA/GT game. I have come to two conclusions.
1) UVA sucks
2) Reggie Ball can only throw the ball way up in the air and let Calvin Johnson chase it down.

Wow, what an offensive scheme.

I, along with most of my reading audience, was at Jessie's wedding this past weekend. Good times had by all. A little disappointed with the absence of Jack Daniels at the reception, but still not about to complain about free flowing Crown Royal all night long. Afterwards we hit downtown, where shcokingly I saw many familiar faces. Bumped into my ex-girlfriend's younger sister from junior year, which definitely reminded me of how old I was. Later that night I saw my freshman year roommate, who by the way is still working on his undergraduate work. Going to Overtime was a good call after TTT's closed. I somehow started talking to a co-ed, who if I remember correctly was rather attractive. She was almost as tall as, if not the same height, and had a smoking hot body. I was ready for her any minute to roll her eyes at me and walk away due to amount bullshit that I was feeding her, but rather she seemed to just eat it up and hang around for more. At one point in the night I remember telling someone that I was almost out of shit to talk about, but managed to still keep her interest. Had Larson's lady friend of the evening not been quite so drunk, I believe the evening would have ended much better for the both of us, but as it turned out, my tall long-legged hottie was the sober driver for Larson's mystery woman. I did however get her number and was asked to give her a call before next weekend.

On a side note, upon arrival to my suite at the Martin Inn, I was denied entry into my own "bedroom" area of the suite. I was forced to sleep half the night in a chair in the living since Larson was on the couch., and Wha was up to some old antics in the bedroom. It's ok, I blasted them in the morning with some great beer farts.

I finally got a new computer after my old P.O.S. decided to stop working three weekends ago when I wasnt at home. It was marginally functional for about two weeks, allowing me to only perform certain functions (such as turning it on and back off). Thus I haven't blogged in a while or been able to check email at home or anything else like that. I have had several things that I wanted to blog about, and now that I have a computer that functions properly I can only remember one of the ideas. If I remember the others I blog about them as well.

-I was thinking the other day about my addiction to nicotine and wondered if I was really addicted or just dipped to pass the time. The reason I ask this question is because most people who were addicted to alcohol, smoking, or anything else typically make a conscience effort to quit and can tell anyone how long it as been since they last .... whatever. I couldn't tell you when the last time I dipped was, other than it has been several weeks, I think. One night when I was at home I wanted to put a dip in but didn't have any and was too lazy to go to the store. The next day at work I was extremely busy and didn't make it to the store to buy any then either. The next night was the same story - too tired to go to the store and didn't have any cash on me. As time passed, I realized that I never went and bought that can of delicious dip, but at the same time wasn't really craving for it either. It just seems like a strange way to break a bad habit. I still occasionly light a cigarette if I am out drinking, but typically dont smoke throughout the day either like I used too.

For the last several weeks/months I have become addicted to Flip This House on A&E. They filmed a real estate firm from Charleston who flipped houses all over South Carolina. The new season started tonight. One problem, they are now filming a bunch of greasy wetback spics from Texico.

My mom called me tonight and asked what I was doing. I told her I was sitting in my recliner watching TV and drinking a Rum and Diet Coke. She asked why I was just sitting around drinking Rum, and I politely told her it was because I ran out of Jack. Needless to say, she did not appreciate the witty banter. Thats all.

I always heard that his herb was top shelf
I just could not wait to find out for myself
Don't knock it til' you tried it, Well I tried it my friend
And I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I learned a hard lesson in a small Carolina town
He fired up a fat boy and passed him around
The last words that I spoke before they tucked me in
Was I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I hopped on his big truck, the Blue Avalanche
The party was Wha's House, it was after work.
Alone in the driveway with just me and him,
With one parting puff grim creeper set in.
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
Now we're passing the guitar and telling good jokes
I know ones a-comin' cause I'm smelling smoke
No I do not partake, I just let it pass by
With a smile on my face and a great contact high
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
In the fetal position with drool on my chin
I messed up and smoked weed with Rimmy again

I installed one last night at my house but was very wary before beginning the small project after reading Lawton's blog about his numerous trips to Lowe's. As best I can assume, Lawton's garbage disposal needed to be installed on the same side of his sink where the p-trap and drain line is located and thus required a little more re-work of the existing plumbing. This would be the only logical explanation as to why he needed so many trips. I was lucky in my installation. I need only a 12" piece of pipe with a flange on one end. After I removed the old drain and drain line and installed the disposal I needed only to shave about a 1/4" off the end of the pipe to retro-fit it to the existing drain line on the other side of the sink. The only difficult part was squeezing my fat ass under the sink and wiring the damn thing. I already had a switch and an insulated two-wire connection under the sink, but there was not enough wire to make a connection to the disposal. Already knowing this would be an issue, I permanently borrowed some shielded four-wire cable from a job-site yesterday afternoon and just put electrical tape over the tips of the wire that I did not need. A few wire nuts and much more electrical tape later, I had a finely nigger rigged electrial connection that appears only to have a flaw due to the excessive amount of wire under my sink. It's my sink, my disposal, and I don't really give a shit if it wouldn't pass an electrical inspection, the important thing is that it will pass small chicken bones and leftover food. Next up, a dishwasher.