dextra: (Infinite Mockery)
My Sunday is the first day of the work week for me. So while the rest of the world gets a day off, I...don't. But, I have a totally clear Friday, so I'll deal. Here's how mine goes:

7:30 am - First alarm on my phone goes off. I tap the snooze.
8:00 am - Second alarm goes off. I tap the snooze yet again.
8:15 am - Third alarm goes off (this is actually the snooze from the first alarm reactivating). I turn it off.
8:30 am - Fourth alarm (second snooze) goes off. I unplug phone from the charger, turn off alarm, prepare to swing feet off of bed and sit up.
9:52 am - Phone screams with a text message and nearly makes me wet myself. My text alert sound is the Wilhelm Scream.
10:03 am - Sit bleary-eyed in front of computer with coffee and a Clif bar while taking vitamins and Claritin and reading email and Facebook. Multitasking at its finest.
More thrilling heroics under here. )
dextra: (Infinite Mockery)
I meant to do a post on this a while back. I think I only hesitated becuase a) I have a hard time talking about this without laughing so hard I cry and b) I didn't think anyone would believe me. But now, I have screenshot evidence a la Facebook:

Now, most of us live outside of the cultural vacuum that is Kentucky (apologies to those of you that are, but you know what I'm talking about). And to the rest of the world, the word "cornhole" makes you think of two things.




I'm right there with you on that one. However, in the state of Kentucky, or more specifically, the Eastern half, cornholing is a game of skill. And I can hear at least one of you saying "But Dex, cornholing does require skill! *snicker*" Yes, I'm well aware of the joke potential here. Bear with me a moment.

I first heard about this mysterious game a couple of years ago while driving around my hometown with my mother in the car. I saw a hand-painted sign advertising a cornhole tournament. Yes, a tournament. I'm cracking up and my mother asks why. I point at the sign, since I was laughing so hard that verbal communication was now lost to me.

This is when my mother proudly tells me, with a straight face, "Well, you happen to be looking at the Cornhole Champion of Montgomery County!"


Once I recovered from my head explosion, my mother explained to me that Cornhole is a game of skill involving small cloth bags filled with dried corn and planks of wood with holes in them. That's about as far as I got. I can only assume that this is some form of redneck skeeball. A quick skim of Google search results seem to imply that this is the case.

But I still just about lose my mind whenever I think of my mother proudly announcing her status as a champion cornholer.


Mar. 22nd, 2010 12:50 am
dextra: (Bill Hicks)

This is so odd. I was talking about Bill Hicks earlier tonight, and I thought I would poke through YouTube and see what was there. Something I had mentioned was that David Letterman had invited Bill to do some stand up on his show about 15 years ago, which he did. This was shortly after Letterman had started his new show on CBS after leaving NBC. Letterman later cut Bill's performance from the show before it went to air, which upset Bill greatly, because he and Letterman had known each other for years. Bill had been a frequent guest on Letterman's show while he was still with NBC, and had always gotten a great response, so being cut from the show was more than a little upsetting.

Further rambling... )
dextra: (Default)
Thank you Daddy, thank you Mom, thank you CJ, thank you Don, and thanks to everyone else that served and continues to serve.

dextra: (Superman is a dick)
If you ever want to find a new way to vent frustration, take up drumming. Better yet, go buy Rock Band and take up drumming. I know I kiss the ass of this game a lot, but it seems like I'm always finding something new and fun with it, and that's what a good game should do.

When I got the game, I was really interested in the singing portion, because that was new and exciting. The guitar was fun, too, because I'd gotten acclimated to it through playing the Guitar Hero games. But the drums? I attempted to play one or two songs, got frustrated, and shoved them in a corner.

So once I beat the guitar and vocal parts on both easy and medium, I wanted to move up to the next level, but I decided that I needed to at least attempt the drums before totally giving up. So I sat down and made myself get some damn rhythm. And I have to say, having Mom sitting there watching me kind of helped. She used to play, and actually does have some natural rhythm.

My problem wasn't so much with keeping a beat. I've been doing that unconsciously as long as I can remember. Tapping my hands on tables and such. So doing that on the drums wasn't a big deal. It was when the kick pedal gets tossed in that messed me up. I knew it was coming, I knew what I had to do. "Ok," I'd think to myself, "you can do this. Just keep the beat and push down on your foot. No big deal."

And then I'd try it and flail like an epileptic at a Pokemon convention. Eventually, though, I got it. And I made it through the game on Easy. Next thing I know, I've beaten it on Medium. And then, last night, I beat it on Hard.

Not only did I beat it on Hard, I got five stars and 99% completion on "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. Let me explain to you exactly how difficult this was. Drumming can be equated to math, sort of. There's counting involved. Whatever. *snort* Say you're playing "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by The Beatles. That would be like elementary school math. Motley Crue would be sort of like algebra. Rush? Rush is like quantum fucking physics.

By the time I was done, I was cross-eyed, my arms felt like they wanted to fall off, my right leg was spasming like it had just been electrocuted, and I was sweating like a pig. I swear if I wasn't sitting in a chair holding sticks, I could have sworn I'd just gotten laid.
dextra: (Smuggling Space Pirates)
I'm so boring this week. Not that it's a bad thing. I'd much rather be boring than have a bunch of bullshit going on.

The pain in my face is getting a lot better. That's probably the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, no joke. This probably sounds bad, but I've gone through a whole bottle of Tylenol 3 in the past five days. I really should call in to get a refill, just in case, but I don't want to look like I'm using them recreationally, because I'm not. I just have a high tolerance for the stuff, and 30 MG is a low dose for me. And I was in a LOT of fucking pain.

Random babbling... )
dextra: (Firefly - TRAP)
It must be pregnant day at the courthouse or something. Every time I look up, big ol' pregnant chick outside the window. I've counted at least half a dozen.

They're coming to get me.

Heeeelp. Meeee.

Yay music!

Jul. 25th, 2008 12:37 pm
dextra: (Keep Music Evil)
I updated my Muxtape today, if you're interested. I've stuck with a theme of cover songs, just because I have a LOT of those things.

And I just saw this extremely obese fellow wearing a fanny pack...and a harness that went over his shoulders to ensure the fanny pack would not slip below the point of no return (aka his ginormous gut).
dextra: (Heroes - I see what you did there)
I'm so tired now. I didn't sleep a lot last night, but we had to be at the set early this morning, and for some reason, the Estill County Board of Education building has selective air conditioning. Meaning, it wasn't working. And then we added the lights and about 40 people in some cramped spaces. I think I sweat off five pounds before noon, no joke.

I did get to see the finished scenes from last week, though. And I gotta admit, my brief little flash on the screen was pretty funny. Today was different. I couldn't really be the same person this time around because, well, I'm supposed to be dead. So I put on a hat and some different clothes - voila! Random college student. I roamed around in the background. A lot.

Cut for rambles and bitches )
dextra: (Power Girl)
I'm hanging out here at my little brother's place tonight and taking him to Berea in the morning for his movie-related things. Not really much happening other than that.

I am feeling like crud, though. My chest is hurting pretty bad from a chest cold. And I played like 300 games of video poker on Goob's Dreamcast (yay archaic technology). So that gave me a headache. I actually put in my contacts today and they were feeling good and everything, but I forget that when I go a while without wearing them that I shouldn't go a full day of wear at first. Really, I should only wear them a few hours and then take them out, and work up to a full day over a week. Otherwise, the aforementioned headache occurs.

I also had to adjust the rate plans on my phone when I looked at my last bill. I had a text/internet plan on there that was just ass-backwards. I only check my email on my phone, that's it, but I text like a mofo. But my plan was for unlimited internet usage and 200 text messages. Last month I used less than 2 MB worth of net usage and *chuckles oddly* 1,047 text messages. So yeah, I flipped that around to unlimited texts and limited internet usage. And somehow, it came out $5 cheaper. *shrugs* Shit's weird.

Uh, lesse here...I don't think there's anything else worth mentioning. Oh, I rewired my clothes dryer to work with the ancient-ass wiring in my mom's house. That was a bit of an adventure. But hey, if it has wires and/or buttons, I can fix it. Most of the time. Except for that clock radio I got for Christmas when I was 9. I had this thing for a while where I wanted to take things apart and see how they worked. I just...couldn't always get them to go back together the same way. But hey, that was twenty-something years ago. I'm much smarter than that now. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go plug in the toaster so's I can flush the toilet.
dextra: (POTC - Garden Party)
I had a really good time last night. I really hate driving in New Orleans at night, but there was a minimum of bullshit. The one thing that was nerve-wrenching was going across the Huey P. Long bridge, which is the most terrifying bridge on the fucking planet. The lanes are narrow as hell, and there are fucking CURVES in it. And on top of all that, it's 300 feet high and directly over the Mississippi River. And if that's not enough, there are trains going over and under you. TRAINS! Probably the most aggravating part is that at the end of the bridge is a roundabout, and the signs lie to you. Dan lives in Westwego, so I followed that exit. It took me towards Belle Chase. WTF. But I eventually got there, and that's the point.

My evening of New Orleans debauchery: )
Strange alcohol-fueled dreams: )

So anyway, I stopped by the comic book store on the way home and got my next couple of weeks' worth of visual crack. I gave Johnathan some of my Moo cards, which he proclaimed to be "seriously badass". So I'm off to enjoy my crack and relax for a while.
dextra: (LJ - Bored at work)
Well, the Jeep has new brakes. My checkbook hates them. But I can now drive without the fear of not being able to stop. So that's good.

Two more days and then I can get on the road. I need the road trip. Driving centers me. *shrug*

Hopefully I'll have a box or two waiting for me when I get home.

I'm going to go ahead and send out the gifts I have tomorrow. They might get there before Tuesday, they might not. I make no promises.

I think I need to take an Atavan when I get home. I've been all jumpy and anxious today and I don't like it.

I'll either do laundry tomorrow night or take it with me and do it at Mom's.

I really need to figure out how in the hell I'm going to fit all that shit into the Jeep. I'll probably have to lay down the back seats. Maybe get a couple of those mesh cargo nets to keep it all from sliding around everywhere. And remember to cover them up with that blanket so I don't tempt thieves.

I must remember to reschedule appointment with the head shrinker tomorrow or I'll get charged for the session. Because my insurance doesn't cover that until a $1000 deductible has been met. *rolls eyes*

Hopefully tomorrow will have as little stress as today has, and Friday should be pretty chill, and we should get to cut out early.

Also, I have a strange craving for toast with butter and apple jelly.

I'm out.
dextra: (Margaret Cho)
1. Molly, Ted's dog, that is. And I do like dogs, but they seem to like me a whole lot more, because Molly keeps coming in here and sticking her head between my arm and the desk while I'm trying to type.

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2. I burned my thumb with my hair straightener over the weekend, and the spot is taking forever to heal. Definitely going to leave a scar.

3. I need to remember to call and make an appointment with Victoria to get my hair cut. Three days in a row I've given up and put on a hat.

4. I understand supporting local businesses and all, but I'm not doing it if the alternative is infinitely better. For example, PJ's Coffee is local and Starbucks is a national chain. PJ's is on the corner. Starbucks is a couple of miles away. I will leave my house 20 minutes early, in the morning, when I feel like good coffee, to go to Starbucks. I only get PJ's when Ashley or Benny calls me and wants me to pick some up. And I offer to go to Starbucks, but they'd rather have PJ's. I don't know why, because the bottom third of the cup is always some kind of sludge. And it's more expensive and everything tastes the same. *shrug*

5. It's going to get up to 80 degrees today. In December. That's not right.

6. I bought Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on CDs on the trip back from Kentucky, and I've just been listening to it in the car. I might be finished with it by the time I go back. (Yeah, I've read the book already, but it's interesting to hear it being read.)

7. Gracie, I'm not going to be able to come up this weekend. I forgot about the company Christmas party on Saturday, and Ashley's party on Sunday, and I'm already committed to those. :( We'll have to figure out something else, and what to do about the kids' gifts you picked up for me.

#8 is cut for length and bitchery of the finest caliber )
dextra: (POTC - What Th' Hell?)
If I were to get my basic information on female human behavior from a country music video, I would know that there are a few constants:

1. I would always dress like I work at a strip club. In a flea market. Behind a casino.
2. I will always be thoroughly impressed by anything a man does, particularly if that man is wearing a baseball cap, sleeveless work shirt, cowboy hat, or other "Sexy on Hee-Haw" accessory.
3. This also extends to any kind of heavy machinery, particularly 18 wheelers and tractors.
4. I will always go home with the star of the video, regardless that he is the ugliest, least interesting, and most poorly dressed option there.
5. Presumably, after going home with the video star, I will "allow him to have sex on me" for about 45 seconds when he'll seizure to a halt and fall asleep. Then my interest in sex shall die like it never was there and I shall dedicate my life to cooking delicious food and doing laundry by hand. NO ONE in a country music video owns a washer or dryer. Ever.
6. I will die young, in either some sort of freak accident, a mysterious illness that is never identified, or in childbirth. The last one seeming to be the most popular way of going.

The exception to these rules seem to be the Dixie Chicks. They go from killing a man to making jam and dancing.

I should stop watching MHD before I'm fully awake.
dextra: (Bat Cave)
Made it to Nashville. I'm sitting in my hotel room right now, and just thought I'd say hallo. I'm gonna go take a shower and then head down to the restaurant downstairs to get some food and possibly a drink or two.

In a slightly ironic twist, the restaurant is called Lafitte's and is an "authentic" New Orleans style restaurant. I'll be the judge of that. According to the menu here in the room, they have crawfish etouffe. I'm afeared. :p

Drew, as I was listening to Patton Oswalt (I'd made a comedy playlist and listened to him most of the way up), I had an idea. A drinking game for Werewolves and Lollipops. Take a drink every time Patton yells "Oh my god!"

You'd be totally sloshed halfway through.

Well, my stomach is telling me it's time for food, so later!
dextra: (Squee - teh freakiness)
I found this at Barnes & Noble earlier and had a total squee-fit. So to celebrate, I'm going to do a play-by-play commentary of the film. Keep in mind two things:

1. I've got a bottle of Zinfandel and nothing better to do.
2. I haven't seen this in over 20 years

Let the games begin. )
dextra: (Tori Amos)
I'm thankful that I feel somewhat better than I did yesterday. I'm still queasy, and my headache keeps threatening to come back. Especially with all the drilling and hammering that continues to go on behind me. I wish they would go and work on the other side of the building for a while. Or at least on the other end of the wall.

This is where I come from... )
dextra: (I'm da bomb)
I was just sitting here reorganizing my music in iTunes, putting everything in to the proper albums, getting the album artwork, fixing tags as needed, etc.

I started of thinking of how I got music before the internet. I was a pirate before I ever even HEARD of the internet. I did buy cds, and I still do, but the difference being that with iTunes, I'm not stuck with an album full of shit for one song. So that's better.

Yar har, fiddle dee dee...I AM A PIRATE! )
dextra: (Spork your eyes)
Freedom of speech does not apply to television and/or radio. The FCC exists for a reason. Had Don Imus said the hateful, racist, sexist things he did out on the street, then he's an asshole, but he can say that, because freedom of speech applies in that situation.

When he says it on the radio, he's still an asshole, but in that instance, he's an asshole that can get fired. Just like you can't go to your place of employment and say such things, or you would lose your job, the same applies to him. Being a celebrity does not change that rule.

Now shut the fuck up, and go find another pit of stupidity to fall into.

Hugs and Kisses,

dextra: (Can they hear me)
It bugs me sometimes how news agencies will put more or less of an emphasis, or even a completely different spin, on certain news story. For instance, there's a story I saw on the local news, repeatedly, this morning.

There was a house in Peoria, Arizona, on 69th Ave and Ironwood (about 2 or 3 blocks from my old apartment in Glendale - yes, the towns are that close together) where there was a bust of illegal immigrants and their smugglers. So far, just this morning, I've seen three different versions of this story:

My journalistic ovaries are twitching with annoyance )


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