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July 29, 2003
This is the Best Horoscope Ever
This is the best horoscope I've ever had. From Rob Brezsny's Free Will Astrology web site:
I don't see physical danger in your immediate future, Taurus, but you may be exposed to higher levels of psychic toxins than usual. Therefore, I suggest that you erect a protective barrier to shield yourself. Visualize a force field of violet light surrounding you everywhere you go. To add a touch of humor -- which will dramatically bolster your defenses, by the way -- imagine that the force field is augmented by rainbow-colored barbed wire, boomerang-wielding amazon warriors, and a gang of wisecracking dragons.
How cool is that? With a horoscope like that, I can conquer the world.
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What day is it?
Last night, Teel called me and invited me to dinner with Erin and her friend Antonio. I'd just had dinner with the fam, but I decided it would be fun to go hang out and drink coffee or something. So I hopped in the car, and went to Teel's amazing apartment downtown, and we all headed over to the Bangkok Inn somewhere in East Dallas. (I don't know if I could find it again on a bet. It was somewhere near Live Oak and Skillman, but I wasn't paying attention.) I had a Thai iced coffee, which was a tasty beverage. (ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPUCINO!) Everybody else seemed to get something involving either a) fish b) noodles or c) both. I ate a squid from Erin's plate, and it was properly squid-y.
First, we went to the Balcony Club to listen to a bit o' jazz and have a chocolate martini for dessert. This was a new and different, and very very tasty, concoction. Although we came in between sets, the band was great.
Then we headed over to Coyote Ugly (you know, like from the movie I haven't seen) because Teel's friend Kelly has some kind of VIP hookup that means free drinks for his party. That's my favourite kind of drink, so we went there. The bar wasn't very full. There were two pretty bartenders (if you've seen the movie, you'll know that's about par for the course) and nobody dancing on the bar (which, if you've seen the movie, is not par for the course), but they plied me with cheap liquor. So we got along fine.
So then I got Snoopy kissed. Twice. Somehow, it didn't bother me too much, particularly after Antonio and I agreed that he was just going to sit right over there on the other side of the table and do nothing whatsoever.
One thing to note. If you go into this bar, don't ask for a glass of water. That's my habit, after having a drink or three, just to pace myself. Well, the barkeep attacked me with a Super Soaker, and told me that had I not been courteous about it, it would have been a bucket. OK. Noted. I then got myself in trouble by telling Erin to order a glass of water, but the barkeep heard me and was again with the Super Soaker. Word to the wise: Don't be that guy.
Kelly and his friend Burl (sp?) run a custom auto wrapping shop in Deep Ellum. Burl took me over and showed me the operation, which was supacool. I've spent the last ten minutes trying to remember what their web address is, but I can't. I'll update it later. Teel and Kelly also came over, but Erin and Antonio didn't get the message, so they were rather annoyed with us that we'd bailed on them at the bar. Second time this week I got on Erin's grumpy list...not a good track record.
So after Teel and I found Erin and Antonio again, and ran the gantlet of surly homeless guys, we went over to the Velvet Hookah for martinis. Now, I'm normally not a martini guy, but since that's, like, the specialty of the house, I thought I'd try one. Let me tell you, Katie (the barkeep) knows what she's about. Good stuff. And I got the last olives in the building. I read horoscopes, and mine says that I get guardian Amazon women with boomerangs. I love that freakin' horoscope. Erin's had something to do with hawk poop. Not sure what the deal was on that.
So, after last call, we poured Erin into the car and headed back to Teel's place. I wish every Monday night could be that much fun.
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July 27, 2003
Good Idea: Disc Golf With Friends. Bad Idea: Playing Barefoot.
Last Thursday, I played disc golf with Rusty, Sarah, and two Matts. We went to the Carrollton course I think of as "Over the River and Through the Woods". The first couple holes aren't too bad, but then you get into the back of the course, which includes:
1) a huge mud-pit that seems to have a disc magnet in the center
2) A scary hole around a deep part of the creek that seems to overflow with water moccasins
3) This psycho hole shooting up into a cliff, where if you don't get your first drive just right, you're going disc hunting for the next hour
It's a fun course. However, I recommend shoes. Strongly.
As I was hopping across the creek in the middle of hole 2, I landed funny on my right foot. My sandal broke, knocked me off balance, and tweaked my knee. That was not cool. So, cursing floridly, I headed off to my disc and shot in. I decided that a) the sandal was beyond repair (that'll teach me to leave my duct tape in my other bag), and b) one sandal is worse than none. So I velcro'd the good one to my backpack, and the broken one to the pin. For a souvenir.
So, the next sixteen holes were punctuated by tenderfoot me yelping as I got hit with sharp rocks and pointy vegetation. Although nightfall presented a challenge (partly because I hadn't brought my disc lights), I was doing all right and only chickened out on a couple holes. Sarah be'd a big hero and rescued my disc from somewhere I was scared to go barefoot, and then cracked Rusty in the shin as she shot out. It was his turn to cuss.
So, just as we were finishing, I walked back up to the parking lot. Right at the edge of the lot was a minefield of burrs. Not the happy little velcro guys, the ones that look like caltrops. Of course, it was dark, so I didn't see them until I was on my back picking them out of my feet.
Not fun.
So, after figuring out that the bar I wanted to go to was in fact called The Flying Saucer and not The Gingerman (sorry Erin! My bad!), we met Erin and Teel, and beer happened to me, and I was a much happier guy.
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July 14, 2003
I'm going to wash my car.
I'm going to wash my car today.
For those of you who know me, this is a truly shocking concept. See, when I wash my car, as much paint comes off as dirt. It's really depressing. But, I figure that I'll wash it every four years or so, whether it needs it or not. It'll be nice to have really clear mirrors...for about half an hour, until the trees start having sex on them again.
I think I'm going to have a "Paint Lee's Car Party". That'd be fun.
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July 12, 2003
Look Right.
This is a survey. I don't quite know how to make them work yet. Enjoy.
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Hi! Remember me?
Wow. It's been about six months since I last posted. Regular viewers (if I have any left) will note that the radiopossibility.com site is, unfortunately, no more. However! Due to the PHP goodness of my ol' buddy ol' pal Tommy, I now have a new site that I can customize to my heart's content.
No, I'm not promising to update more often. And yes, I know all the images are broken. But! Look! Up there! A cool new banner! See how cool I am?
see?
anybody?
Also note the new Web Links that get the coveted Lee Seal of Approval. You can tell, because, uh, there's a seal there. A seal...of approval. It's Lee's.
see?
anybody?
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July 08, 2003
New Web Site! Now with Less Content!
Hey hey! It's your friendly neighborhood irregular blogger! This is my new site. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Here I'll be chronicling, among other things, my hunt for a job. (If you need an engineer who can actually talk to real humans too, I am your man.)
So! Enjoy.
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