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May 03, 2006

Meandering

And the celebration of Jeri's birthing event has drawn to a close.

Friday, after dashing home to change into my tuxedo for the music festival, I find that I am once again banned from traveling to Tucson's Eastside. So I had no choice but to calmly enjoy my whiskey cavendish and a bit of this newfangled Coors product prior to heading over to have some life drained in the waiting room of Sonora Quest. (Interesting side note, a quick Google search for Sonora Quest has Visceraman1 showing up 7th....good? Bad?) I digress. I had planned on taking Jeri to Feast, however we couldn't park the subcompact pick up near the restaurant and to avoid a tantrum, we went to Macayo's. The margarita was good, though not nearly enough, and the pollo con espinaca was good as always. A stop by Home Depot, and home for a bit more beer, cavendish and harrassment.

Earlier in the week our catbox broke. It seemed like excellent logic to take the mechanical portion outside for a good hosing - at least that's what I tell Jeri so she doesn't feel badly about breaking it. Yesterday the replacement, or rather upgraded replacement, the LM 900 was christened by the small army of cats. I was going to take a picture of the christening party, but Jeri's lower lip started quivering in anger. The LM900 features an ionic air cleaner to help with those delicious treats as well. It also plays a medley of cat favourites, dispenses treats and has a separate tray for cat vomit. The geniuses at Litter-Maid have done something to the vomit tray that actually encourages cats to vomit there, as opposed to say the couch or rug. Then, just as with the poo, it cleans itself saving me from gagging.

Yes, I also played a bit of KOTR , but most importantly I drank a bit ofrefreshing beer.

Jeri damaged her tooth, but I'll let her fill you in on that one.

Contrived by Joshua at May 3, 2006 08:33 AM

Comments

KOTR, huh? 1 or 2?

Posted by: The Brunson at May 3, 2006 09:25 AM


You caught that...I went with 1, should I have gone with 2? I was a bit surprised at first to find either in my hands at first. It feels a bit odd yet to walk around the house boasting, "Yeah, I'm a level 7 Soldier motherfucker". Perhaps it's just because as a level 7 Soldier, I really can't do anything.

Posted by: Joshua at May 3, 2006 09:31 AM


No, 1 is good. And if you ever plan on playing 2, it helps to understand what went on in 1. Watch out, though....it's an addictive game.

Posted by: The Brunson at May 3, 2006 01:36 PM


Addictive game = music to Jeri's ears. Peace and quiet for her while I lounge about spilling beer (although for the record, I've not spilt nearly as much beer as Jeri has wine these last few weeks). When do we get a tour of your workplace facilities?

Posted by: Joshua at May 3, 2006 04:00 PM


You know, games aren't as much fun without beer. Since I had to quit drinking, I find myself not playing as much.

A tour? Sadly, absolutely no visitors allowed.

Posted by: The Brunson at May 3, 2006 04:35 PM


Sometimes I like to drink a lot of lemonade when I game; I don't know which irritates Jeri more, spilled beer, or the way I carry on about my lemonade. I also don't know what drives my attraction to lemonade, and no, there's no joke there. (Country-Time, Instant).

Your friends Kevin & Wayne, and John can be found talking about 'the good old days' when you manned the office. How do you like the new digs?

Posted by: Joshua at May 3, 2006 05:55 PM


He is sighing mightily over the lack of tour thing. I insist, that those little moves men learn from porn just dont work. And all that screaming is merely acting. If you want a woman to scream, you have to put forth effort. Isnt that true Kerry?

Posted by: doodle at May 3, 2006 07:19 PM


You two went to Macayo's huh. Well fuck that I see where the loyalty is. I trained my mentor at the North side location, she knows everything because I taught her. Yet still you go to the East side for what sounds like a mediocre margarita.

Posted by: will at May 3, 2006 09:54 PM


Im not sure what it is, but the last time i went to "norte" the management was less than steller, and i have never forgiven them. See how important a good first impression is?

Posted by: doodle at May 4, 2006 04:33 AM


And when it's Jeri's birthday.....

I really wanted to try the chicken fingers there since your girlfriend broke away from her cell phone long enough to make fun of you for eating them every shift. I used to delight in the chicken fingers at work, however now the cafeteria has concocted some hare-brained "serve yourself chicken fingers" nonsense. Now I watch as people reach into the tray, sans tongs, flipping through to find the 'best' fingers. In retaliation, I've taken to doing the same at the salad bar.

My freshman year of high school, I could be found strolling about *Norte*, along with Los Changuitos Feos. For the record, even with my honorable ancestry, I was treated as the fuckin white boy; not allowed to wear the charro outfit. Sure, I was fat and would have split the pants at the seams, that is not the point.

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 06:39 AM


Boy I really fucked that one up. I meant to say I was her mentor.

Posted by: Will at May 4, 2006 07:07 AM


The chicken tenders were about all I could tolerate, at least after smelling that Macayo's smell all day. You know what Joshua? I think we need to start a mexican gang. I can see it now everyone will want to be a part. I know three or four words in Spanish so we are set. We will call ourselves M S 14. We need to be original in our initiation preocess though. Thats it tommorow, we will roam the streets behind food city, I think our major recruitment will be along Navajo. Looks like I will have to make a road trip.

Posted by: Will at May 4, 2006 07:14 AM


Provided Jeri hasn't withdrawn the invites, I see no problem beginning that day. I must warn you, the area directly behind Food City smells a bit, (you see, Eddie Basha looks down upon the brown man and feels it beneath him to clean that area, now if it were one of his A.J.'s...).

Jeri knows a bit of spanish too. She's become quite the translator for Sonora Quest...."Frijole queso" is her magic phrase.

What's your girlfriend going to do while we're out recruiting? You did tell her there's no cellular reception on Navajo right?

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 08:27 AM


It's good. It was a bigger paycut than I thought it would be, but it was definitely worth it. The company is great, but I have had a really hard time adjusting, after getting the "high hard one"(dry, sans reach-around) nearly every day for 8 years. Weird. It's also a lot less physical activity, which kinda sucks. Oh well.

Posted by: The Brunson at May 4, 2006 10:19 AM


Elizabeth Barrett Browning could not count the ways that I am inadequate to respond to this question. But I will try. In general, my take is that you are correct (assuming that you are referring to mainstream (?) porn and not the slasher type of porn ... it is a different type of erotic screaming,) effort; weakly summarized as connecting respectfully over a long duration of time, both mentally and physically with one another, learning and practicing those things that stimulate your partner, and concentrating on those things for a lifetime (not 5 minutes) does/do increase the likelihood of intimate screaming. But, summarizing women in such a way is akin to calling all art equal! In my limited experience, I find that women are as unique as snowflakes ... at least that is what I conclude by peering through their windows late at night.

On the other hand ... I observe that some women scream constantly, while seemingly never having an intimate relationship.

Posted by: Kerry at May 4, 2006 10:24 AM


And that is why, for 3 payments of $39.99 you can purchase my series, "Chicken Soup for the Tantric Mind".

Order now and I'll also include my limited edition, "Internet Pornographers: Get Started Today!".

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 10:38 AM


Doodle, do you endorse this series as an offering written by an expert in the aforementioned field?

Posted by: Kerry at May 4, 2006 11:56 AM


What men? What moves?

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 12:25 PM


My sigh was not merely towards the inability to tour through The Brunson work site, but towards something much larger. In fact, I'm quite used not touring other facilities. Remember the "we'll send you to Utah if you want" phrase. Or how about this one "Josh, this is Tom. Say listen, my man Kerry's in a bit of a pickle. He's been on call for the last..."

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 12:52 PM


Yea! What is up with that (wiping tears from my eyes,) I waived all my usual fees out of my deep respect for you? They sent you to Michigan ... I could have taught you a lot less, cheaper!

Posted by: Kerry at May 4, 2006 01:17 PM


I think Tom gave Bob a heads up like "he's a bit touchy about the plastination thing".

I try not to think of it too much as I sleep at night, 1 arm around Jeri, the other around my plastinated frog specimen.

Posted by: Joshua at May 4, 2006 01:50 PM


It's hard to compete with plastic frogs.

Posted by: Kerry at May 5, 2006 07:50 AM


Doodle, still waiting on endorsement. How is your tooth?

Joshua, Remember that work honeymoon we talked about, is it over now?

Brunson, Any part time jobs?

Will. Hi

Posted by: Kerry at May 5, 2006 10:18 AM


This might sound a bit campy, Pollyanna-ish, or worse; I really like my job. Sure, my eyes are more open to the nonsense that occurs in this type of institution; every dept. has to get together, form a committee to localize and formulate modulated infrastructure etc. In some ways I think I've rekindled the honeymoon...provided renovations do occur in the future. Now, if the damned cage washer would blow up...

That's all a moot point anyway, I just received an invite to the U of U for the 26th of May. That's now a whole lot of notice, but it does mean escaping the heat of June, July, August, September, October, November, Dec 1-11, Dec 14-Jan 14, Jan 17, Jan 21, February, March 2, and April.

Posted by: Joshua at May 5, 2006 11:10 AM


That is not Pollyanna-ish, it is a great job. I love mine (qualifications with-held) also. It just seems when you start, they promise you this and that ... the things you do not take right away... well, the offer seems to fade.

Posted by: Kerry at May 5, 2006 12:37 PM


One of the best things, and days, to come from this job, was on the day I went in and signed papers etc. I was handed a slip of paper, and told "This man.....this man knows all". The blue ink spelled Kerry, had an 801 prefix and the rest is history.

Jeri, about the fuckin tooth.

Posted by: Joshua at May 5, 2006 04:20 PM


What tooth? there is a gaping hole where a tooth used to be, everytime i look in the mirror I think "hobo" white trailer trash.

Kerry, I do apologize for my friend Will's lack of response, he is rude, and you have been nothing but kind always remembering him.

I forbade the frog, my cats continually dragged it around and it would give me fright to come upon it!

Posted by: doodle at May 5, 2006 07:58 PM


Ha! Josh said(well, typed) poo!!

Posted by: The Brunson at May 6, 2006 03:18 AM


I think my silence on the matter is all i have to say about this little "endorsement" matter.....

Posted by: doddle at May 6, 2006 06:30 PM


No Dept. server today .. at least, so far.

Posted by: Kerry at May 8, 2006 08:09 AM


That, is unacceptable. Penning letter to governor now.

Posted by: Joshua at May 8, 2006 09:48 AM