Archive for November, 2007

I hate shopping.  Absolutely hate it.  So over the years I have simply laughed at all the people waiting in line in the cold at 4am for the “Black Friday” specials.  I never understood what the hell was so important to sacrifice valuable time (and sleep) for.  That is, until I saw the ads that came out on Thanksgiving.

There was one particular item that caught my eye.  And of all places it was being sold at, it was the one place I despise.  No, not Best Buy as you might have guessed, but Circuit City.  I worked at Circuit City for a couple of years right after high school.  I did sales.  And to no ones surprise, I’m not a salesman.  So I hated the job.  Throw in the fact that I dated the hottest girl that worked there, and all these dork managers that were trying to get with her suddenly started handing me the crappiest schedules.  To sum up, I really hated that job.

Anyway, I broke down and followed the Black Friday herd.  I got to Circuit City at 4am.  Stood in line for an hour and a half just to get into the store.  Then stood in line for another hour and a half just to pay for the stuff.

Was it worth it?  I can’t really say yet.  I haven’t set up anything that I bought for myself yet.  The stuff I bought to give as gifts seem to be good deals, so at least I got that out of the way.  And since I hate shopping, getting that out of the way makes the holidays that much more bearable.

I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again.  But I now know what I would do to prepare accordingly.  So, you never know.  But if there is a next time, I’m definitely taking pictures.

-Dave Q.

I forgot to tell everyone to have a safe and happy Thanksgiving yesterday.  Well, I hope you did.  I got a ton of text messages from friends wishing me one.  I kind of feel bad about that, since I never reply to those mass holiday text messages.

So in case anyone was offended by my lack of replying, I hope all went well.  And that you enjoyed you trytophan induced comas.  I know I did.

-Dave Q.

“The only difference between myself and Barry Bonds, is that I don’t think I’m Barry Bonds.” -God

America’s favorite cheater, Barry Bonds, got indicted today by a federal grand jury. He is being charged with 4 counts of perjury and 1 count of obstruction of justice. Apparently in the evidence, there is a positive steroid test, and something regarding syringes. And his former trainer got released from prison shortly after all this was announced. He was jailed for not willing to testify against Barry. Coincidence? I think not. Here’s a great Barry Bonds article for you.

Will justice be served? I highly doubt it. Even with all this “juicy” evidence, I predict that Barry Bonds will walk. This case will no doubt go to trial. And if there is a trial, then it will most likely be held in San Francisco, where a jury will be selected. Most citizens of San Francisco love Barry Bonds. They think he’s a good guy who never did steroids. Obviously, not a very smart group. Combine that with the fact they are largely liberal and already hate the government (remember, it’s a federal trial), then Barry will walk. Those people can catch Barry Bonds with a syringe stuck in a butt cheek, and still acquit him. If the powers that be want a fair trial, they will move it out of San Francisco. Maybe even out of California. I mean, Californians acquitted O.J. for God’s sake. And Michael Jackson. And Robert Blake. So if you’re famous and you want to commit a crime, you’d better do it in California. IQ level there isn’t very high.

So let’s assume Barry Bonds is found not guilty. At least he will always have this indictment. That, along with his “record breaking” home run ball being branded with an asterisk in Cooperstown, he will forever be identified with cheating and steroids. I can live with that. Now if only Major League Baseball would grow a pair and wipe all those records he broke off the books.

You know, somewhere out there, Hank Aaron is smiling. :)

-Dave Q.

Ahhhh yes. Wurstfest. The 10 Day Salute to Sausage.

New Braunfels is a small town, just a 15 minute drive north of San Antonio. It has a strong German heritage, as the name suggests. And once a year, New Braunfels plays host to one of the bigger German themed parties in the country. And beer and sausage are the focus. It’s called Wurstfest. And it’s damn fun.

 

So on Saturday, we went. We ate. We drank. We took pics. We drank. We danced. And drank some more. Since I’m not a regular at Wurstfest, I am just figuring out the hat thing. Apparently wearing stupid hats is highly recommended.

 

 

Let me sum up Wurstfest. If Fiesta is Mardis Gras for Latinos, then Wurstfest is Fiesta for white people. Yeah. That sums it up. Anyway, we had a great time. I highly recommend you go next year.

 

 

 

 

Seeing all the people walking around eating sausage, I couldn’t help but remember the Broken Lizard film, Beerfest. And the scene with old German whore Cloris Leachman warming up the sausage links. Ha! That was classic.


-Dave Q.

My friend Mark usually reserves a gym to play pick-up basketball on Thursday nights. So last night my buddy Nick and I went to go shoot hoops with them. It’s usually the same people that play, but last night there were a couple of guys playing that I had never played with before. One of them was a guy named Niko. Ladies and gentlemen, Niko is a douche bag.

The reason I have enjoyed playing Thursday nights with Mark and the guys was that for the most part, everyone has been on the same level, with the exception of a couple of guys that have a little more talent. Well, Niko has some ability. The guy obviously played organized basketball for a while. And I guess playing with us, he realized he was the most talented on the court. So he let everyone know it. Not so much with his play, but with his mouth. The guy would not shut up.

So in the third game we played, I drew the defensive assignment against him. He kind of laughed when he saw me guarding him. And in a way, I didn’t blame him. I’m by no means good at basketball, but I enjoy the workout. But because of Niko’s big mouth, it just motivated be to defend him. He lit me up for 3 games straight. And when we were on offense, he would make comments when I had the ball or when I would post up against him. I wasn’t paying enough attention to him to note if this was his defensive strategy or if he was singling me out. But I took it as the latter. So with him mouthing off, it felt good to pop a 3 in his face. My only highlight of the night.

During what would be the last game of the night, we needed only one more basket to win. They were down by 6 points and Niko was shouting out a guarantee that they were going to win in the end. So when they were inbounding the ball, Niko had it and saw that I was guarding him. So he started getting all cute with the basketball, dribbling it around like he was participating in one of those AND1 tournaments. So I swiped at it and tipped it toward me. We both hit the deck trying to recover the ball, I get elbowed in the chops, both of us have our arms around the ball, and he yells “You are not taking this ball from me! You are not taking this ball from me! You are not taking this ball from me!!.” I just look at him and ask him “Are you serious?”

At that point I just wanted to win, so I let go of the ball. They inbound, he misses, and we score. That’s it. Nice guarantee, Niko. Anyway, I can’t recall in recent memory when I’ve played against such an immature jackass like Niko. Congratulations, Niko. You really showed me. If I had to guess, Niko is about 23 years old. But acted more like a 12 year old. In 3rd grade. You do the math. Besides showing everyone his lack of class, he schooled a 32 year old who has never played organized basketball in his life. I was wearing cross-trainers, for God’s sake.

Whiners Winners like Niko take all the fun out of playing pick-up basketball. For being such a bad-ass, it must have felt weird for him to be playing with a bunch of regular guys. I don’t know where in town all the true ballers play. But I have a feeling, Niko doesn’t know either.

-Dave Q.

I think I better start working out. I’m feeling sluggish. I’m at the age where you can see your metabolism slowing down. And by that, I mean that if I drink a milkshake, my ass will jiggle for a week. Not that I have much of an ass these days, but that’s a whole other blog post!

Anyway, my good friend (and lousy Call of Duty player) Brian told me about Nike+. It’s a system that allows your iPod to track your running habits, distances, times, etc. To break it down, you put a small trasmitter into your special Nike shoes and it sends a signal to a receiver attached to your iPod. The iPod then stores this information until you download it to your PC. From there, you can track your progress on the Nike+ website. And if you’re feeling a little cocky, challenge some friends with some running. My hope is to set something up on the blog to show my progress to everyone. Maybe you’ll be impressed! Maybe you’ll just point at me and laugh. Screw you. I’m used to it.

Anyway, I’ve got goals here. As I start this, I’m weighing 213 lbs. About 13 lbs more than I’d like. But I think I can take it down to 190 lbs. I’ve done that before. So feel free to follow me on my quest. I am self imposing a deadline of February to be down to 200 lbs. And by April to be at 190 lbs.

Will he succeed? Will he flop? Place your bets!

-Dave Q.

 Call of Duty 4 is being released today.  And I’m dying to play this game!  I got hooked on COD2 (the WWII version) and now I’m wanting to see all the improvements they have in the new one.  It is, afterall, “modern warfare!”

This is turning out to be a pretty good week!  My niece’s birthday was yesterday (happy birthday Catherine!), COD4 comes out today, and my birthday is tomorrow.  Throw in some Spurs victories, and you have a very happy camper.  So don’t screw up my week, Tony Parker.  Make your damn free throws!

-Dave Q.

Oh, believe me I want to! But for some reason, I am tossing and turning. Just can’t get to a good snoozing point. So I figured I’d kill some time on the “inter-web” until the urge to sleep strikes. You’d figure seven NyQuil capsules would do the trick, but here we are.


So just for the hell of it, here is one of the better McDonald’s commercials I’ve seen in a very long time. I want to say it came out this year around Super Bowl time. Does it do the job in that it makes me want to eat a Filet-O-Fish? Kind of. But how could anyone want to eat either of those hillarious little guys? Especially the one with the accent. Ha! Now that’s some funny stuff.

Ok. NyQuil is kicinking in riht aboooooooot noooowwwwwwwwwwwwwzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

-Dave Q.

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  • I think the things you remember most are the little things, like that little space guy I kept tied up down in the basement. That little guy was only about five inches tall! He used to beg me to untie his rope, but I knew he'd just run away if I did. I think the cat finally got him, but the cat had little burn marks on him, from where the space guy shot him with his little gun, before his ammo ran out. I remember things like that.