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I somehow have the energy to post this, but I really don’t know how.  I am flippin’ tired.  I can’t stop yawning.

Let’s see.  Yesterday was Thanksgiving.  I got my day going around 7am.  The Turkey Trot started at 9am, so I had to get up early to start stretching.  I can’t express to you how important stretching has become for me.  I remember when I was younger that I would do stuff without stretching, and generally had no problems.  Now if I don’t stretch before doing a physical activity, then the next day I feel more like 53 instead of 33.

Anyway, I did the 4 mile Turkey Trot.  It wasn’t that bad.  Pain was minimal, and I didn’t come in last.  So mission accomplished! :)   Of course, my Dad ran it with me and beat me by 4 minutes.  In my defense, he’s always been a runner.  I, on the other hand, have to work at it.  I wish I had some pics to share, but there just wasn’t a good opportunity for photos.  But to help you visualize, I look pretty damn good with a piece of paper saftey pinned to my shirt with a four digit number on it.    I’m just sayin’.

So when I finished the Trot, I went home, showered, and did the Thanksgiving thing.  That pretty much consists of eating and then watching football, with a couple of naps in between.  But for whatever reason, I didn’t nap (I know, the Apocolypse).  I didn’t get into bed until 11:30pm.  And that lasted four hours, because I had to make a run at Black Friday.  Hey, I hate shopping.  Let me be clear about that.  But some deals you have to jump on.

So, I went.  I purchased.  I got breakfast.  Then I came into work.  Yes, I am at work today.  It was my turn this year to do the day after Thanksgiving.  So here I am, rubbing my eyes, yawning, and re-typing all my  typos.  I need sleep like Ben Affleck needs acting lessons.

Looking forward to some ZZZZZs…

-Dave Q.

Now it’s starting to feel like the holidays. Nothing against Halloween, but Thanksgiving? Now we’re talking! Halloween is just a mild little warm up. It’s fun, but it doesn’t quite get me in the holiday spirit like Thanksgiving.

A time for giving thanks. A time for spending with family. A time to eat too much. And a time to get as much sleep as possible because you are probably going to find a deal advertised in the paper that you can’t resist. Hmmmm. Maybe Black Friday should be just as big as Thanksgiving these days. So if I am to worn out from fighting with fellow shoppers tomorrow to blog about it, then let me tell you now, Happy Black Friday. And may you get everything you want on your shopping list. Unless there is only one left and it’s down to you and me. In which case, I wish you a merry raincheck.

-Dave Q.

Ok.  I’m not entirely sure what this is.  Or what the word even means.  Is it Italian?  Anyway, a fellow blogger has “tagged” me with a meme.  And from what I gather, it is a challenge of sorts.  Or maybe more like a dare to see if I will follow through.  I don’t know.  I’m probably way off with this.  I will Google it later.

Anyway, this individual who tagged me is such a wholesome, innocent person, that there really isn’t anything risque about the tagging.  All I have to do is list 5 things I consider fabulous.  I think this sort of thing is reserved for girls and that is why I am not expected to comply.  Screw that.  I’m comfortable in my manhood.  Let me tell you what I think is fabulous:

  • Tickets to a San Antonio Spurs game. Not much more fabulous than that!  But I can’t use that word anymore.  From here on out “fabulous” will be substituted with “Bad-ass”.
  • Sweet tea. I abondoned drinking all forms of soda in 1999 (no joke, long story).  So there is nothing non-alcoholic more bad-ass than sweet tea.
  • HD Television. HD is bad-ass!  I can’t even look at regular television anymore.  How did I ever live without HD?!?  Seriously.  Everything looks so blurry and pixelated.  If you haven’t jumped on the HD band wagon, I’ve got 2 words for you.  “ALL ABOARD!”
  • Fantasy Football. Despite the fact I am having a crappy year (again), there is just something so bad-ass about beating your friends and stomping on their hopes to win the league.  Ah, yes.  It’s good to celebrate a victory with a tall cold glass of sweet tea.
  • Thanksgiving. I saved this one for last because what makes Thanksgiving so bad-ass is the moment to stop, look around and appreciate your family and loved ones, and thank God for how bad-ass they are.  And turkey legs and pumpkin pie have a certain “bad-assness” about them.

So, that’s that.  If that’s not the most fabulous bad-ass list possible, then I don’t know what is.  In fact, I can go on, and on.  But all that is what’s apparently on my mind right now.

So I was on my way to look up “memes” on Wikipedia, but I guess they are doing some maintenance or something.  Oh well.  Maybe it’s better if I don’t know.

-Dave Q.

So as I have been doing a lot more running lately in preparing for the Turkey Trot, I have been using my iPod quite a bit.  I have to say that I am somewhat amazed at my broad range of music tastes.  When someone asks me what kind of music I listen to, I respond with “a little bit of everything”.  And it couldn’t be more true.  Seriously if you searched through my iPod, you would have a confused look on your face.

I mostly listen to music of the Alternative genre (U2, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers) but I seiously have some rap, country, and some classical all mixed in there.  When I go running, I just put my iPod to shuffle all songs.  So yeah, it goes from one extreme to another.  But last night when I was running, the Andrea Bocelli song, Con Te, Partiro came on.  It’s a beautiful song.  And it’s in Italian.  So I spent some time trying to figure out what he was singing about.  I kept repeating the song on my iPod.  It was officially driving me crazy!  I seriously can’t get the song out of my head.  So I am now Googling the translation. And here it is:


I’LL GO WITH YOU (Con te Partiro-English Translation)

When I’m alone
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
Yes, I know there is no light
In a room where the sun is absent
If you are not with me
At the windows
Show everone my heart
Which you set alight
Enclose within me
The light you
Encountered on the street

I’ll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them

When you are far away
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
And yes, I know
That you are with me
You, my moon, are here with me
My sun, you are here with me

I’ll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I’ll go with you
I with you

So, I was way off in my own translation in my head.  I thought he was dumping his woman.  Instead, he’s quite the romantic.  Thanks for making the rest of us men look bad, Bocelli.  If you’ve never heard the song, it’s worth a listen. Trust me.  And if you give it a listen and hate it, send your complaints to:  andrea@bocelli.com. :)

-Dave Q.

My gut tells me some way, somehow, my good friend Bryan (a.k.a. Bew Pal) is somehow behind this.  But anyway, if you love Star Wars and Barry Manilow, then you are going to be giddy the rest of the day after watching this.

-Dave Q.

So this weekend has been lousy, to say the least.  Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I could say I had a great weekend.  I’m going to try and work on that I’m due for one.

Anyway, reason why this weekend sucked is because I’m not feeling well.  Headache, sore throat, chills, etc.  And what makes it suck even more is that I just got my flu shot last Wednesday.  I guess I got it too late.  Damn.  But today I spent most of the afternoon/early evening sleeping off the pain.  And that leads to me not being able to sleep right now.  So that is why I’m up posting this.  Because I’m tired of sleeping.  Yeah, I guess it is possible to be tired of sleeping.  And the other thing is that me being sick is cutting into my preperation for the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning.  Man, I need all the training I can do for that.

I’m hoping to get my week going on the right foot tomorrow.  Maybe that will lead to a great weekend.  I never thought about it like that.  Well, I guess I’m going to down a couple of NyQuil to help me go back to sleep.  I hope all of you out there are feeling better than I am.  And hopefully you’re looking better than I am, too. Trust me.  It ain’t pretty.

-Dave Q.


Seriously.  I am witnessing this phenomenon.  I see it happening everywhere.  From my roommate, to co-workers, to my neighbors.  My heart goes out to them.

-Dave Q.


I made it clear to anyone that would listen (mostly my dogs) that there was no way I would ever buy or play Guitar Hero World Tour.  Why, you may wonder?  How can I support a product that is endorsed by a rapist (Kobe), a first-class prick (A-Rod), a first-class dork (Michael Phelps), and Tony Hawk, whom I have absolutely nothing against?  Seriously, when I saw this commercial, I almost puked.  I feel bad for Tony Hawk for having to be associated with these shmucks.  And I just pity Michael Phelps and his stupid “I’m just happy to be here” grin.  I do feel I should be more specific when referring to A-Rod as a prick, because I know that could be applied to Kobe as well.


Anyway, I guess the jokers promoting Guitar Zero got enough complaints, because they came out with a much better version of the commercial featuring Heidi Klum!  Yes!  I like it.  Will I buy or play the game now?  Absolutely!  I lie.  Of course I won’t.  But I forgive them.  And now I have a new video to watch. :)

-Dave Q.

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  • I wish I lived on a planet that had two suns---regular sun and "rogue" sun. That way, when somebody asked me what time it was, I'd say, "Regular time?" And they'd say, "Yeah." And I'd say, "Sorry, all I have is rogue time." It'd be fun to be a stuck-up rogue-time guy.