Tone Parsons

We went to see the Spokane Shock play again last night.

This was the last of the playoff games. The winner of this game get to go to the ArenaCup finals on August 26th in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Of course, the Shock dominated the Arkansas Twisters (48-30)

Baldy, my sister, and their kidlet showed up at Casa de Tone early that day. We ate food, had a couple of “beverages”, and painted Baldy’s face again.

After the game, we all went back to my place for celebratory “beverages”. Baldy truely enjoyed his, and ended up face down on the carpet.

I had to test him to verify that he was actually passed out, and performed the following procedure:

Yup… he was out for the count. So, we rolled him onto his stomach, pulled his shirt up, and filled his navel with spray cheese (which my dog took great pleasure out of licking out).

Passed out people will giggle when you do that 🙂

I used to live on IRC.

Seriously… I had a serious IRC issue. Every evening, I’d come home, fire up mIRC, and hit the channels. Stormcenter, Icehouse, Darkstar… those were my haunts. I’d stop for a few moments to eat dinner, then get back to it until I was too tired to continue.

Yeah… I was an addict.

Before I totally geek out… for those who don’t know, IRC stands for Internet Relay Chat. It was a way to connect to a server using a client (mIRC, pIRCh, etc.) and chat with other people.

Apparently, the chat is gone.

I’ve made a few attempts over the past couple of weeks to find a channel where people were talking and discovered something new… no one chats on IRC. Sure, there’s channels by the billions, there’s “people” in thus said channels (it’s hard to tell a person from a bot until they say something), but no one is talking. I hit at least 50 promising channels on efnet… not one real live human being.

I kind of miss the old days. The fun I had with Icey (aka: Eve), Demios, Bagheera, Cricket, Chase, and the rest of the crew… oh… those were good times! (Painting Chase’s ass blue was a massive pass time for me).

I guess it’s time to give it up, uninstall my good friend, mIRC, and say goodbye to it all. That is… unless you know of a good server/channel where people still talk (if so… SHARE, DAMN IT!).

EDIT: Travis (aka: damaged_one) pointed out the horrid typos in this post and then told me that beer and blogs don’t mix.  Well, they do mix… just not well 🙂

It’s friday, and I feel obligated to write something of value for you, the loyal reader.

I got nothin’.

No ideas are coming to me.  My mind is a complete blank.

So… you get a bunny with a pancake on it’s head, and you’ll like it.

It’s monday, and that means it’s a new week.

Much like the previous week (and the weeks before that), I’m not holding out much hope. This week is gonna suck much butt.

It started around 4:00 AM for me. I had been tossing and turning, waking up and falling asleep since 2:00. I finally got sick of it and got up. Now, just after 8:00 AM, I’m tired as hell, my back is a complete bitch, and I only have about 9 hours before I can go home.

Yay, Monday!!

Of course, I know exactly why my back is pissed off at the world…. I did something stupid.

My wife decided she smelled something “funny” in the kitchen on saturday. A little investigation revealed that there was a dead mouse under our refrigerator. Tasty!! I’m hoping it’s the same one I saw a while ago, scampering along the wall by my TV. I set up traps after that, but never got it (the damn cats keep bringing them in to play with later).

Of course, after removing the mouse, I took a closer look at the floor under the fridge. Just yuk! It’s been a while since I’ve cleaned under there (ok, time to be honest… I’ve NEVER cleaned under there). There was, at a minimum, 6 1/2 years worth of dust and yuk built up (that’s how long we’ve owned the house).

So… I grabbed the damn thing, rolled it forward, and got to work with the vacuum, a scrub brush, lots of hot water and pine-sol, and rags.

Then, I scrubbed the sides and top of my fridge off (the cupboards are built around it so you normally don’t see the top or sides) and rolled it back in.

Everything was fine with my back until I noticed I didn’t get it in quite straight. I attempted to grab it by the front and twist it to the side… that’s when the angry demons of the L3-L4 lumbar came to life and began stabbing me with pure fire.

You’d think I’d be smarter (well, actually, if you know me, you’d have seen this coming).

So today, I’m paying for my indiscretion. I’m out of meds, and can’t see the damn doctor until next month, so I’ll just have to deal with it until then. Perhaps I’ll use this time to reevaluate my brute force approach to moving heavy things.

Oh.. and on a side note: Eve is still much alive and kicking. Yay!!