Wait for it....

Dear blog, I haven't forgotten about you. Prepping a post of epic proportions in 1 days time (after I return to the homeland (where I was born (aka the greatest state in the union (in the world rather (nay, the universe (yup)))))). Can't wait?? I know you can't but you're gonna have to. Sorry I'm Not Sorry... for making you wait... and for blogging.

You ready for the.... WOOO, hurricane!?

Knowing my luck so far, this is how things play out: Hurricane sweeps by, tree falls on my car. Car has to be towed and cant be repaired. Insurance from NJ wont cover it. Im out a car. Meanwhile I have no place to live because the apartment hunt is an epic fail, no way of transporting my stuff somewhere, and no way of getting home. At least the weekend & a whole bunch of the Ithaca crew will be around!

Dumb Fly.

Bizarre happenings at my house today. Firstly, my landlord showed up and asked if I was going to be showering. He didn't say when, or why he just straight up asked that question. Perplexing. I later learned he was going to be working on a sink in the house so he needed to shut off the water. Kthnx for that info b4 the question. Just a minute ago I witnessed a pretty magical thing. My computer literally killed a fly for me. Saved me 3 steps to a sandal and countless swings of my arm. Needless to say I have to starve myself tomorrow because that's about 1/2 a days worth of exercise I lost, but very thankful for it. So let me explain in detail how it all happened...

1. Random fly buzzing about my head, I cursed at it and thought about moving to attack it.
2. Decided to wait and see if it would fly out the door so I wouldn't have to move.
3. It flew out but came back.
4. Waited more.
5. It flew out and just as I decided to move to close the door it reentered. Didn't have to walk to the door at least.
6. Fly lands on my computer close to the 6inch blade the shoots air out the top of my case.
7. I debate on swinging at it since it is within arms distance. Decide its too risky because I could hurt the computer.
8. Wait some more for it to fly away... it slowly inches toward the fan.
9. I giggle thinking about what would happen if it crawled in.
10. It crawls in! In through a hole in the fan cage and is literally pummeled by the fan for a good 5 seconds.
11. Zzzzttt zztttt zztttt sounds, and me laughing.
12. Fear strikes me that its guts will be sprayed all over the inside of my computer.
13. Luckily it gets spit out through a hole on top.
14. Sigh of relief.
15. It must have been knocked out of its mind because it reenters the cage.
16. More abuse by the fan.
17. Yet another lucky turn for me that it's dead carcass is shot out of the cage and lands on the edge of my desk.
18. Paper toweled and tossed into garbage can... OWNED.
19. I smile after a 15 minute ordeal which ends with the best possible outcome for me... little to no moving on my part.

What started as a terrible day quickly has become one of the best.

Frosted Mini-What??

So I'm gonna make this guy rather quick and to the point. I did my usual once a week 15 minute walk through of rite aid the other day (they're damn tricky and change the sales every week on Sundays... yes I asked... guys gotta save money up the wazz to afford a $23 dollar 30rack of brews) and I managed to come upon a pretty decent deal for the place, $2.50 cereals. Of course they had all the random bran crap that has absolutely no sugar and taste like garbo.. I said hellz naw to it. But as fate would have it, there were 2 boxes left of one of my favorites, the frosted mini-wheats. Now I know it isn't the most delicious cereal on the block but it tickles my fancy and I don't mind sayin it. I grabbed those last two boxes and headed home. 3 days later I decided it was time to get going on the cereal. I don't know what made me check the nutrition facts but I like to think it was destiny... because there under the serving size I noticed something that I had never seen before. Frosted Mini-Wheats are in fact BISCUITS. Seriously take a look right now...

Of course I was perplexed and I immediately had the urge to text whomever I could with this glorious new tid bit of information. After the initial shock wore off though I second guessed myself... thinking this was blog material, fo sho. So here we are... i'm blogging about my new delicious sugar coated biscuits and you're sitting there checking the picture out and reading about them. Great day for everyone.

A Dream. Shattered.

Hello to my millions of fans who continue to read and enjoy the SINS For Blogging site. It's good to have you all here. Yes I realize nobody but you is reading this Strom... I guess I will pretty much direct this next post entirely to you (and throw AO Technology into it every now and again since I'm sure she is just jeal as can be that we both have started/resumed blogging and she's too much of a shoe). So lets just get into it...

I've noticed that my life tends to revolve in pretty much a circle of suck-a-tude.. where in any instant there's about 1 tiny thing going right and about 9 or 10 other things that are just sucking up the wazz. And each moment the thing going right slips away and becomes sucky while 1 little sucky thing shines in tiny goodness. Now i'm not tryin to say I hate my life... cause it is pretty awesome most of the time. But its just like, a wish to catch a break every now and again when it comes to the important things.

To illustrate my point, let me tell you about one of the most recent events. Last night I sent an email out to this chick about subletting her apartment since i'm getting booted in 2 weeks. This place was literally going to be perfect. 2 seconds from the subway, nice sized and furnished, solely for me, and icing on the cake.. it was literally RIGHT ON TOP OF A WENDY'S. 

Okay... do you see where I'm going with this Strom. Smack dab, sitting right there on top of the holiest of grails. It's like a fat kid's dream come true.. or our dream come true. It's better than winning the lottery practically... unless you won the lottery and literally bought 15 Wendy's and connected them all to make a Wendy's fortress. Everything was going great (tiny good thing), the girl sent me an email back being like lets get this going yadda yadda talk to my landlord and we can get it all set up asap blah blah. So i'm thinking this is going to be so damn amazing. Literally I was on cloud nine most of today. Dreaming of frostys every night and fries and double bacon chi's littering my floor. Getting to know the owner so we could be best buds and I'd get Wendy's for free. Well, next thing you know I'm getting home, popping up my email, and that slippery little minx has found out her friend wants the apartment and it's too late for me (bad thing). I was literally about to either vomm on the spot or jump out my window in hopes of cracking my skull open. I chose instead to rip a shot, drink a beer and listen to some depressing music while I write this.

I know Joel's heart was literally a flutter with the news and then just like mine it was crushed in an agonizing instant. AO you probs are just laughing at us and I hate you for it. But who knows.. I could literally have had the hottest Wendy's cashier of all time below my home... literally below me.... and I could have married her for all the unlimited Wendy's in the world... I could have just lived the dream. Instead, I'm blogging, drinking, and letting a single lonely tear drip down my face.

Life hurts.

Suck it Strombole

I'm probably the only person at this point (and in this economy) who still checks Joel's blog, http://strombole.blogspot.com, on a regular basis. Why would no one check his blog any more you ask? Probably because there hasn't been a new post in 2 months... There comes a point each day, usually when I'm bored at home after work (like right now for instance) when I look over at my computer and my gaze happens to fall upon the bookmark to his blog in the toolbar of my GoogChrome window. I then think to myself, "What's the point of clicking it? I know there's not going to be any new posts." Yet for some reason that is incomprehensible even to me, I decide to click it anyway in the hopes that maybe, JUST MAYBE, it has been updated. Though every time I am just disappointed.


Sooooooo...

as a very loving and friendly SUCK IT YA SHOE to one of my dearest friends, Yoel, I am starting my own blog that will basically trump his in almost every way. This isn't to say that if he does decide to update his blog sometime in the next century you shouldn't go check it out... but until then you can hang out here, where there will be blogging up the wazzz.

Love ya Strom!