Strange coincidence.

Parallel dimension

I've spoken through both time and space to a 50 year old self. Through the Internet some friends of mine found, me. Or at least someone of the same name, both first and last. I never thought my name would be synonymous with such success, figures it's somebody else. Anyway, check out his impressive art on his website. http://www.petermangan.com/ Maybe sharing the same name he could give me a deal on a cool chandelier.

Wish for things

In a three wish Genie situation the only one I can be sure of would be;
Mind blowing piano skills.

New entry

It's been a while since I've posted anything and I do apologize for that, so here's a little advice for the weary.


All (your name here) needs to be is (your name here). If you can do that, everything else will fall into place.


Here's a photo of riley sleeping under a blanket on the couch, he'll be there all day. Thats riley being riley, now you do the same.

Nickel and Dime

My most Favorite Brewery/restaurant on earth has recently made some strange changes. The new menu, which is really the same menu of another restaurant they own, boasts a two dollar burger on Tuesday nights. Myself and my brother included were all too skeptical, so we went and ordered two burgers half expecting microwaved white castle burgers this is what was presented to us. Un-fucking-believable, $2.

Closing Doors

There's something humbling about watching a micro brewery go out of business, especially one I've enjoyed (puked at) many of occasions. I saw the Wind Gypsys there for the first time. Myself along with my wrecking crew friends have known for a while now they were shutting down to make way for a crappy steak house that I'll never go to, but saturday it was all too real when we were served undrinkable beer in a building with the heat turned off, it was 45 degrees in there. I bid you Fair well Praire Rock. Salute.

Lunch

For lunch today I am enjoying the finest of leftover chicken enchiladas, exquisitely pair with a Pepsi cola.

Donuts

In the past i've expressed some interest in blogging some of the funny stories from my past expieriences in the coast guard. I thought of this story while watching, what I'll assume was a co-worker, doing donuts in the snow covered parking lot at work this evening.

After 9/11 at Station Oak Island they went to an armed gate guard, meaning someone had to be sitting at the front gate to the station (in shifts) 24 hours a day, armed. They didn't have a little out-house thing like most military bases so the guards sat in the Chevy suburban they had. Now this guy Mike goes out there on watch from midnight till four in the a.m. and gets so bored and pissed off about the whole thing he started doing donuts in the lawn, needless to say the officer of the day heard the truck roaring in a dusty circle. But that wasn't all, after the donuts and the officer of the day just figured he'd yell at him tomorrow, Mike drives off to go to the gas station on the corner for a pack of smokes. He got in sooo much trouble, it was hilarious. Especially the donut marks in the lawn that are probably still there.

my quilt

So I decided to make a quilt for me. Just me. Deep chocolate browns and rich tan colors in a traditional log cabin quilt style. What that means is, a red center referred to as the hearth or chimney, and logs or dark and light colors in a log kind of pattern around the hearth. I finished the first block after several hours of cutting the strips. Here it is in the photo, only 47 more to go.

Destiny

Tonight on my way home I, of all people, ran out of gas. I believe it may have been destiny. While waiting for my parents to arrive with the much needed petrol, something remarkable happened, no, my wildest sexual fantasy didn't come, although countless pornos start this way, I shattered my previous record on Bejeweled (on my cell phone). I shall leave you with a picture of the frozen pizza I made once I got home, enjoy.

lunch pic.

I need to start by mentioning the fact that I got a new cell pnone and have the ability to send photos from the phone to my email. What this means for you and I, well, the lunch pic is going to be alot easier to post on my blog so look forward to many deliscious lunches together. Do you ever, when you look at a lunch pic, feel like you're sitting there with me, enjoying lunch with me? Anyway, here's the wonderful gyros I had at zippy's this rainy afternoon.

The Pipe

The best gift I've recieved in a long time. Gifts that you know will be with you through a signifigant portion of your life to come are always the best. With the exception of herpes of course. My brother gave me this pipe for christmas. It was hand made in denmark by a company called Bjarne.

Christmas

Anyway, christmas yadda yadda..... what does it have to do with jesus.....yadda yadda....

I made my girlfriend this quilt for christmas by hand, myself. My mom (expierienced quilter) showed me how to read the pattern. Here's my dog Riley giving it his doving off seal of approval.

Lunar Rover

Think about this in a mind-set outside your norm and you might see why conspiracy theorists love to call bullshit.

NASA sends a rocket to the moon so Armstrong can walk around, post a flag, and drive around in a cool dune-buggy. Billions of dollars so some guy can drive a dune buggy on the moon, how do I apply for that job. Here's the training, get drunk (simulating reduced gravity) drive your little brothers go-cart in the dessert (lunar surface). Did you flip the go-cart over? No. You pass, welcome to NASA. I can only hope that going to the moon did something more than give society the phrase "If they can land a man on the moon, they should be able to...." You might be thinking "Well where would we have gotten moon rocks?" I'll tell you where, at a gift shop on your next vacation. In this situation, bullshit is plausible. Note: The real reason conspiracy theorists call bullshit is because of the cold war. Kennedy made his famous speak about space travel being a priority and within a year we were there. Russia had sent Copernicus into orbit and America wasn't going to lose that battle, so it came down to principle. Do it or fake it. Thats the short version.

Tiss The Season of Gift Giving

Some time in my life I would like to take a gift given to me for Christmas by someone close and put it in the basement. Then the following year re-wrap it and give it to them and act like I didn't know. I would do that to my friend Mark but he doesn't buy me anything, maybe if I reiterate the Christmas card he sent me last year.

Success!

For the first time in my life my family is seeing success in all its' members. My brother was recently hired on as a full time employee at the local K Mart. At 29 years old, his job is to assist any customers in the digital media department, and get Albert when he needs to take his break. Next thing you know one of us might move out of our parents house. (This is all a joke)

New job cash flow

You're probably wondering how I'm doing at my new job and all that jazz. Well, I'm good, my job is good because it's interesting but thats not why you're here, you're here for either A) Comedy, B) Philosophy, or C) Other interesting facts. Today my friend, you are in luck I have news to share, I actually followed through on a promise made to myself many moons ago, I bought a "big ticket" acoustic guitar. I just bought and have next to me right now a brand new Gibson Songwriter Deluxe, eat your heart out.

Long Days at the Office

I started my new job and it's going great. And to top it off, I got payed on my second day of work because it happened to be the 15th of the month. The cafeteria (open 6am-1:30pm) serves Starbucks Coffee at a reduced rate. I'm sure that will taste good out of my "Worlds Best Boss" mug.

Oh hell yeah!!

Sometimes.... I just want a fucking beer.


Coffee is good but beer is better, in all circumstances. Enjoy this pic and try not to drool in your cubical. (Click on it so it's the whole screen)

Title Change

I haven't had a beer since thursday. Today is the last day I will be known as Unemployed-Pete. I think we will go back to my favorite title, Dependable-Pete. I start a job tomorrow, as read in a previous post. I haven't felt like I really got a job until today when they called to tell me they were looking forward to seeing me tomorrow. I'm calling in sick. I'll get used to working everyday, but I feel terrible because the blog is going to be hurt by this and in turn the millions of bored cubicle sitters will suffer. I'll do my best for my supporters.

O.C.C.

I took my two little cousins to see the Orange county dudes at the Sears headquarters today. They (OCC) weren't very excited to be there but I met and got their autograghs. I also managed to get a photo with Mikey. Check it out.

Unemployment

Unemployment is fun for the first month but then you get so bored. I mean, really bored. I'm really bored. It's pathetic. I'm bored and pathetic. Oh well, where I stand now I'll be starting a new job on november 14.

You're Nuts!

He who can sew up a scrotum wins the prize. I took home the Best Costume award for my elephantitis costume. The costume was especially fun once I was drunk and "tea bagging" everyone. Anyone is welcome to borrow my ball sack costume anytime.

Elephantitus

As most of you know I can sew. I made my halloween costume. I'm going as the disease Elephantitus. Which we all know is severe swelling of the testes.

The Future

The ancient greeks had an interesting perspective when it came to time. They saw the future as something that is creeping up from behind with the past receding before their eyes. When you sit and think about it, that's a more accurate metaphor than our present one. Who really can face the future? All you can do is project from the past, even when the past shows that such projections are often wrong. Tommorrow I shall try to get a job, wish me luck.

Back to my Handsome self

Modern dentistry has come through for me yet again. If it weren't for advances in dentistry over the last twenty years I would have no teeth at all. Fifteen years ago I knocked out a tooth falling off a bicycle. Ten years ago my lower front teeth were pushed up and back during a youthful baseball game. Countless chipped teeth through out the years and the most recent came as a result of a long board ride. Never the less I'm still the handsome man that god made me to be. Kudos to you Dr. Grower, kudos.

Safety First

Be careful on longboards!!!


I chipped my tooth, destroyed my hand, and seriously thought I broke my leg. I guess the steepest hill isn't always the best.

The joy in surprising others

Today I was sitting on my futon when suddenly there was a rap on the door. I thought to myself "who could it be" as I walk to the door hesitantly as to the expected Mormon or girl scout I was delighted to see a UPS guy standing tall in his brown little get-up. I opened the door expecting a scented candle my mother may have ordered but was perplexed as the long box was stamped with my own name. "I didn't order anything" I thought. My girlfriend surprised me with a brand new longboard, hand crafted from the boys at Bustin Boards www.bustinboards.com out in hobuckon NJ. Arguably the best longboard on the market. I Love my KT Way-T.

False-Micro Test

Most people around me know that I enjoy microbrews to the point of obsession (Alcoholism). I want to say that if I should say something about beer and all-things-related I'm not bullshiting you. The Reinheitsgebot of 1516 is real, very real.

Here's a rule of thumb I'd like to share with all of you in case you want a microbrew and you're at a grocery store or liquor store. If the six pack box has a map to a brewery on the bottom it's no bullshit, the beer is microbrew, if you don't see a map don't trust it unless you know it.

Look

I got a hundred bucks if you can spot a hair on this mans head. Kinda freaks me out. He was the bartender at the Moosejaw.

Today

Today Boo Boo Bear is experiencing a bout of diarrhea. As he frantically searches the backyard for a suitable spot I .... I post my resume on monster.com hoping for one day to earn money for someone else while receiving nominal compensation for my time.

golf

I recently went on a little golf trip with a friend. We went to the Wilderness Resort, in Wisconsin. I played a decent round of golf, landing it on the green two times, avoided all sand traps, put one in the water once. The course was set in a mountainous area with cool veiws and several cool far-off-a-cliff kind of shots. Also I got wasted at a local microbrewery called Moosejaw. How would I (being a beer expert) rate their beer? I had the "Kilborn hop ale" a pale ale, it tasted like a pale ale should only a little faint. I tried some other beers they had, a honey lager that tasted like water, an oktoberfest that had a strong malt taste. Also they had a oatmeal stout that they called a Milk Stout, I didn't try it, I should have though. The stout is a conerstone of a microbrewery. All in all, if you are in the Dells go there for a couple beers it's pretty decent for what you might expect in Wisconsin and the food is excellent. We had the pizza (A+).

vitamin

I take vitamins. I got in the habit back in high school and have taken vitamins consistently ever since. I don't take centrum vitamins, those are garbage. But here's the point, it's a habit and if I forget or run out I feel like I'm being unhealthy and I feel guilty. At the same time I worry that taking vitamins will cause me to live a long time and in effect they will force me to watch everyone I know and love die. Leaving me all alone in some nursing home shitting all over myself getting no respect. WTF.

classic favorite

Today I've fallen back on a favorite, with advice from my bro, it's extra soupy. I love soupy mac n' cheese. I wonder if I'm really having Irish mac n cheese?

I spent two hours in Ireland yesterday.

I have a hobby, it's nothing new but its fun, I love to laugh at cultural and social bullshit. A favorite is the Irish pub or restaurant. There has to be more Irish bars in American cities than in the whole country of Ireland. I wonder if all the Irish pubs in Ireland are owned mostly by Greek people? Here's the formula; get some nice dark wood on the walls, paint everything green and BOOM!! it's an Irish pub. My favorite of all is Bennigans, the same wood and green formula applied to a Denny's. Yesterday I was brought to a Irish restaurant in alington heights and I had a "Cajun fish sandwich" and "Irish fries". Now I'm partial to "freedom fries" but I'll try them, they were sliced up potato that was deep fried, I failed to see where Ireland came in. The sandwich was a spicy Cajun fish sandwich, I guess Ireland could have cajun food too. It's so silly, like an adult chucky cheese, "lets pretend we're in Ireland" and "those aren't fries those are Irish fries, stupid head".

Chinese Food

Whats better than left-over chinese food? Nada. It was good at the time of purchase and it's good now 19.6 hours later. Take a peek, it's chicken chop suey mixed in with some fried rice with a egg roll on the side, and of course a Pepsicola.

The idea of the "Mug"

It's funny the way things go as time passes. Three years ago I along with several friends joined the mug club and as time would have it only mark still has his mug in service. I was the first to retire my mug, why you ask, because the mug club was changed for the impersonnal. Later my brother retired his, why, the mug was worth to much to him to risk ever having to see it break or stolen, it now sits on a shelf with an action figure standing guard. Kevins mug was, to much of ours dismay, broke, what a loss. Although now it is being held together by adhesives, it shall sit on a shelf as a monument to beers drunk (estimated at 364) and time spent. Mike, who moved away, returned from st.Louis to find his mug broken, another memory held together by a simple adhesive. My mug you will find proudly displayed in my folks living room amongst heirlooms and old photos. Over time things close to you become too important, too valuable to risk, an interesting aspect of our daily lives when added time. I shall shed a tear. Who'd of thought a simple ceramic mug would become so important to a few local area drunkards.

Russels Beef

Damn, I had to do it. I fuckin love this shit. oooooowwwwwweeeeee!!!

lunch time classic

I love this stuff, whole heartedly.

Dawn

Looking at that picture of the building burning down it just dawned on me what it must of sounded like when the douchebag running the place and the gay guy who was second in charge told there wives. Picture it in your head. Guy gets home from work...wife says "how was work honey?" Douche says "The building burnt down." (I'm in tears laughing) How did the building being destroyed make them feel? I guess the way I saw them as a complete joke is what makes it funny. Enjoy this photo too.

Thinking

I was thinking of writing down and blogging stories from my past. I've got some funny ones but it might be wierd, I don't know. But in the mean time, enjoy this picture of the Coast Guard Station Oak Island burning down. While it had no emotional bearing on me (I thought it was karma, and funny) others were in tears. Go figure.

No lunch pic today

The fridge just doesn't seem to hold anything that is appealing to me right now. Tell me if you see anything I might enjoy.

Chicago Favorite

The Chicagolands own "Portillos" is home to what many believe to be the best hot dogs on earth. I think they also have a really good burger too. I am a bit sick of the 50's theme but I'm not sick of these dogs, they rule! Paying for my lunch today was the fourteen dollars in change I found in my bedroom and personnal vehicle, but don't worry the bank changed it to paper money so I didn't look too broke.

Shopping

Today I went shopping with my sister,we had a ball. I looked at purses, sweatshirts, and T-shirts. Then we ate lunch with kevin and I had sushi. Don't tell her but I bought my ol' lady pearl earnings, ssshhh..

lunch

Todays lunch, the big mac.

Lunch time

I went to get a hot dog at a local hot spot, "Frankly Yours". The name makes no sense to me but the dogs do, they rule. For under five bucks one can dine on a deliscious vienna beef frank with real fries and a beverage.

Pathetic

This last week of my life has really been pathetic. I guess I'm banking on the idea that as soon as my resume is buttoned up and passed around town things will start to come together for me. God in heaven, let's hope.

Riley B. Bear

Here's the Boo-Boo Bear on my futon after my hair cut.

Job search hair cut

Got my hair cut today to look a little bit more professional.

Chef Boyardee

The deliscious "cheesey burger mac" from Chef Boyardee. A delightful lunch on a pleasant afternoon. Cheesy, beefy, and noodley.