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Name: Colin
Country: United States
State: Wisconsin
Metro: Fond du Lac
Gender: Male
Interests: books (when I find time to read them), writing music, meditation believe it or not
Expertise: ...trombone and kicking ass...
...and I guess sit-n-go tourneys on pstars...
Occupation: swog specialist
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/4/2006
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| fattymcbones.blogspot.com
In all honesty, I'll probably talk about other stuff once in awhile, too - not just poker. It's just more motivating to write about stuff that I spend most of my time doing rather than the run-of-the-mill once-every-two-months blog about the sweet life I live.
Weeeee. Yes, some life-nuggets would be tasty right now.
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| Hewwo peepo.
I'm back in Wisconsin. Don't freak, it's only been about 24 hours and I'm leaving again tomorrow morning for Illinois.
Just wanted to let you know that you don't really need to check this blog anymore/ever again. Yeah, there's been some cool stuff going on in LA, but it's not that interesting to write it all down and you'd probably be impressed with my lack of coolness.
I have started a poker blog that contains some discussion of my life details and stuff, but it's more of a way for me to talk about poker and write thoughts and goals, etc. It's on blogspot - if you'd like to know the address I can post it here (I'll check for comments for about a week, then remove the blog from my facebook page).
Don't worry, I'm going to start designing a website very soon and will probably resume blogging from there. So, unless you're interested in reading some poker discussion with occasional life nuggets thrown in, this is it.
(Cues Dawson Creek music - picture Bents singing "I don't wanna wait...for our lives to be..." etc)
Goodbye, little blog. Goodbye.
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| Cloudy weather. Gang warfare. New girlfriend. None of these have been found in LA so far. Let's hope it stays that way.
Got out here about a week ago and it's been sweet. I've been to about 5 concerts (my roommate is an associate producer for E! television and gets tickets to whatever she wants to go to), seen most of the major sections of LA and experience El Pollo Loco (much improved, Spanish-style KFC). Other than that, I get to practice trombone a ton and play a lot of poker (both of which have been going very well since getting out here).
Friday night my roommate and a bunch of her friends and I went to the Getty Center (huge art gallery overlooking the entire city) to see a concert. The buildings, five or six, were really impressive (didn't see any of the art, just looked at the structures). The band was an Indie group called Monsters Are Waiting. Pat, you'd probably love them. It was good stuff (I'm not that knowledgeable on the Indie music scene, but I thought it was really good). Next night we went to Sunset Blvd. to see one of Lova's (roommate) friends bands. This friend is actually the representative for the band, but doesn't control any of the booking stuff. So, this band (who I found out was the group The Calling - I guess they were big a few years ago...played with Santana or something...I didn't know much about them, but the lead singer sounded incredibly familiar) was playing at a bar mitzvah in the Key Club. Yes, these parents rented out the Key Club on a Saturday night and hired a (supposedly) famous band to play for the son's bar mitzvah. Also, they packed the place with catered food, including Cinnabon (the server was equipped with a small microwave to heat up and ice everyone's cinnabun), and had an open bar (I didn't have anything which I figured out was a big mistake). All of these rich 13/14 year old kids went between rushing the stage and dancing with the band to not paying any attention whatsoever. At one point, the stage had more people on it than in the audience (note: one of the little idiots started picking up the guitars and "jamming" on them during the songs...what the hell is wrong with these parents?). Oh, and if I ever have a 13 year old daughter, as long as she lives under my roof, she's not going to dress like a huge slut. Nearly all of those girls had shorter skirts and dresses on than I'd seen at EC (not IU, though). It was awkward and gross - all at the same time.
We left and walked to another bar called the Roxy to meet up with some friends from FdL that live in the area. On the way, we passed a pink Corvette. In this pink Corvette was a woman that had some of the biggest breast implants any of us had ever seen. Many people aparently knew who she was and posed for pictures. Then she got up and walked into a club. Now, I've seen men shamelessly stare at women before - I may have even done it once or twice - but never before have I seen every single man and woman with big ass smiles on their faces staring full force at two HUGE fake boobs.
The next bar had a band with a lead singer that looked like a perfect cross between Martin Short and the lead guy in Hamlet 2. It was here that I learned the importance of being really really rich. Miller 48 ounce cans were on special. Yes, that's right. It was 9 dollar beer night (not even kidding). Why, hello there, Mr. Onlydrinkofthenight! Thanks for being not delicious at all. Then we went to another bar. It was cool and played good music. There were two couple practically having sex in the corner. I mean they were really going at it. I felt like I was supposed to pay extra for that sort of entertainment.
Hopefully I'll finalize a lesson time with Alex Iles sometime this week and I can get cracking on some lessons, too.
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| When I'm rich, mildly successful and still not famous I'm going to take a giant novelty check down to Indiana. It'll be blank so I can write how much I feel the school deserves once I'm in front of the Dean.
Enjoy your $1.85, buttholes. I hope they use that money to remove the most pointless exam ever. Piano. Sucks. Balls.
Maybe I'll give some money to Carl, Pete, and Dee (not that Dee really needs any more money), but the school, as a whole, can bite me.
In 'yer face, Dean!!!
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| Hi. It's July. Almost over, too.
- Went home for a week or so and played in the pit orch for a community theatre show. 'Twas fun.
- Played some cool gigs around town (by some, I mean 3)
- Recital went well. Might upload some sound clips before I leave for LA
- Still don't feel like I'm a capable enough musician to move to a big city, but whatever. Failure = earlier realization that I can still become a half-ass lawyer
- Saw "Step Brothers" and "Dark Knight." Say hello to a modestly funny Ferrell movie and super depressing drama. I mean, seriously, Morgan Freeman quits for crying out loud. Spoiler? Guess what, I don't care. You don't have to read this blog. In fact, it's not even worth reading 99% of the time.
- Haven't done much of anything of note all summer. I guess that means I'm getting older and more boring. No job. No commitments. No significant other. No more school. Waaaaaiiiiiiiiit. That just totally cheered me up.
K. Bye.
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