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2003-06-06: Shim Sham, I hardly knew ye!
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It seems like only yesterday that I was introduced to your balcony.
I suppose it's kind of ridiculous to feel bad about a bar closing, but I really feel that the city is losing a piece of culture. In a city littered with the likes of BBC, Howl at the Moon, and the Gold Mine, it is nice to see a place that has a little bit of local flare. Not that tourist areas are All Bad. I enjoy a little outing from time to time. But variety, as they say, is the spice of life.
The different events hosted at the Shim Sham were very unique. Glitter, 1984, and the Shim Sham Revue were all great. Glitter has moved to Club 735 on Bourbon, FYI. Hopefully the Shim Sham Revue will adopt a new moniker and find a new home. Unfortunately, I cannot think of any place in the city that a) attracts the appropriate crowd and b) has the facilities to do it justice. We'll see.
I arrived last night, closing night, at around 8:30 PM. A "Big Idiot Beer" (pictured at left) of Guinness was only $4.00! Curses for this being a work night! I'm not sure how many fluid ounces that cup holds, but it is somewhere between a bucket and a swimming pool.
The Shim Sham got pretty damn crowded on most weekends, and I'm interested to see where everyone disperses in the next several weekends. I imagine that El Matador will pick up, as well as the Dervish and 735. Again, we shall see.
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2003-05-11: Word to ya Moms
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Let me tell you about my mother
When I was a kid I was nearsighted. I had to wear glasses for this. At the time I had pretty bad allergies, and for some reason my glasses aggravated them. I also hated the red dimples you'd get on your nose from wearing glasses all day. Glasses suck.
Somehow my mom found out about these weird eye exercises that are supposed to help my type of nearsightedness. I have no idea who told her about this. She would sit me down every day and make me follow a red circle on a popsicle stick with my eyes. She would make me stare into a pen light and follow it. For a half hour a day we would do this. She did this for over six months.
I am no longer nearsighted. I took tests then and I have taken tests recently. I am better. Since then I have never heard of anyone else doing this. People look at me like I'm full of shit when I tell them this story. But it doesn't matter, it's the truth.
And that's what I have to say about my mother. The past 27 years are basically different variations on this story. My mother has completely abandoned her wants and her life to make me and my brother happy. She doesn't think about eating a piece of toast without first wondering if we would like some. She doesn't buy clothes without looking for some for us.
And this is why I don't care if people call me a momma's boy. Fine. Call me that. Where are you going to be in 20 years? Are you going to be there for me? Are you going to be there, unconditionally, and love me regardless of what I do to you? You are transient, you are temporary. You can come in and out of my life on a whim. My mother cannot. She is in for the long haul.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
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2003-05-05: Dallas, Baby
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It's time for Cinqo De Mayo again, kids. Coincidentally, my company is flying me to Dallas to do some work today, so hopefully I'll bear witness to some latin style Debauchery.
I am going to Dallas to spend time with insurance adjusters in the field. It is hoped that I will get some perspective from this, and be able to write better software for them. I hear I am going to be getting up on rooftops.
I haven't updated in a while because I've been hella busy. My nights and weekends have been all booked up. Between work, exercising, raquetball, music, reading, and revelry, I just don't have enough time to tell you about all of the wonderful things going on.
The picture on the left has nothing to do with anything. It was taken at a pool party I attended over the weekend. A splendid time indeed. As you can see, I was one-eyeing it. That's usually the start of trouble. And indeed it was.
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2003-04-12: Addiction
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You may wonder what possible connection there could be between the photo on the left and the subject of addiction. This is a photo of looters in Iraq stealing a horse. I could go on for an hour about the war, but I have chosen to make this site as apolitical as possible, so instead I will tell you about addiction.
When I saw this photo I was filled with an old familiar feeling. A strange compulsion. I missed riding horses. Now, this in itself is not really a sign of addiction. A lot of people like to ride horses, and miss the experience if they haven't done it in a while. But I have never ridden a horse.
What I missed was riding a horse in a video game. Ultima Online, specifically. I described this game in detail before, so I won't repeat it here. The point is, two years after I kicked I still have these strange compulsions.
There are times that I think I might be an alchoholic. While it is possible that it may happen in the future, I don't think I am currently addicted to booze. I smoked cigars in college, but just woke up one morning and didn't feel like it anymore. I have smoked cigarettes from time to time but never feel any sort of urge. But Ultima Online still calls to me. Even now I want to see saw my stats. Even now I want to 8x8. Even now I want to own a Villa. If you know what I just said in those three sentences you need to seek help because you are probably an addict too.
I have been around drugs quite a bit since I was 16. (Note: I have never even so much as smoked weed. I never really had any desire to do so.) I have seen a lot of my friends grapple with addiction and it isn't a pretty sight. But let me tell you something...I have NEVER seen a drug that was as powerful as Ultima Online (or Everquest...etc.). I would honestly rather see someone with a coke problem than a MMORPG problem. Let's face it: everyone knows that coke is not good for you. It's hard to know when you're addicted to a damn game. And at least if you have a coke or booze problem you're in good company. Lots of hot women have these problems too. In fact, having these problems is often a very good way of picking these women up. Sad, but true. The only company you'll have in Everquest is some fucked up fatass loser who lives 300 miles away.
I have watched family and friends lock themselves in rooms for 8 hours a day, doing nothing but clicking a mouse. Hell, I have done it myself. Like Chuck Palahniuk wrote in Fight Club, "This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time." Life is too short to spend it feeding a digital monkey on your back. If you're playing one of these games stop it right now. Take that CD up in your fist and break it. Burn it in effigy as the needle that it is. If you are thinking of playing Star Wars Galaxies when it comes out, or any one of the hundreds of games they are manufacturing for your addiction - don't. Go out and meet a girl. Drink a beer. Smoke some crack. Anything is better than MMORPG addiction.
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2003-03-05: Mardi Gras
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My return to New Orleans was timed perfectly. I avoided the hassles of driving through Metairie during parade week, but showed up in time for the pre-Mardi Gras weekend debauchery. And oh what a time it was.
As you can see, I was decked out in a Travolta-esque outfit Mardi Gras day. It was a smashing success. Everywhere I went people accosted me for photos and chit chat about disco. The funny thing about this costume is that I didn't actually go out and buy anything. Everything in the ensemble comes from clothes I own and have actually worn. I wore the white suit to a school dance when I was 16 years old (W00T!)
Mardi Gras night I hung out at Checkpoint Charlie's to see Suplecs play. It was a pretty good show. From there I hung out in Mythique for a little while, and finally ended up at the R bar. After it closed (!!) the streets were covered in fog. Everything on Frenchman was closed and the streetlights barely hinted visibility. It was the first time I was really worried I was going to get mugged in the Quarter. But I fled to the safety of a cab and made my way back home. Another rock and roll holiday. This has been a good vacation.
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