UFC

Saturday, my buddy Kruegs talked me into getting the UFC fight and hosting what we would call in in Illini-land "A Hang", but in Nebraska "A Party". So I bought some pizza rolls, some double stuff oreos, some diet coke and some Old Faithful, Delicious Bitch, The Nasty Poonanie.....OLD STYLE!! "Follow the yellow brick road to the Wizard of OS"

I must admit that this was my first venture into the land of pay-per-view and my first visit to UFC since Ken Shamrock in UFC 2 (this one was UFC 65). The last time I saw a fight is was Coralles vs. Castillo I, you know the epic 10 rounder where they exchanged round after round only to have 4 knockdowns in round 10 and then the knock-out on the ropes. Now that was a fight.

These UFC fights are either 45 seconds of intensity and a submission or knee/shin to the face or they are 30 minutes of very boring, very gay looking "Mixed Martial Arts". Needless to say, UFC is the shit!! Saw some guy take a shin to the face and he was out!! It was a crazy good time.

I will likely host another UFC Hang and get the boys together for some cigars, Emerald City, and hilarity.

It's Freakin' Cold

Well, my office-mate, Bryan, and I went to backyard burgers today for lunch and we have decided that it's freakin' cold out. Not only is it cold, but that Nebraska wind is blowing in off the prairie and you have to make sure you don't pee into it. The new fun stuff has been designing a course for next spring and another for down the road. however, some of the planning meetings have become very boring and unfocused. I don't mind a brainstorming session...I do mind spending 3 hours with not everyone in the room and nobody writing down the brain storming session so we can come back to it later.

The end of my line

The day is finally here that I can no longer stand most people around me... I have long waited for my bipolarness to present its head again and force me to seek the solitude of isolation. I have been trying to be nice and cordial to those around me, as well as still be entertaining, but lately it has been nothing but nastiness and fight picking. Back in the day I used to retreat to my basement, today I shall retreat into my work. Hopefully, I shall re-emerge like a phoenix from the ashes and the World Champion Cardinals will be starting the baseball season.

For you regulars, this means more posts.

WoW, I can waste time

After 1 year of absence from that magnifecent game known as World of Warcraft (WoW), I decided to log on see what was going on two weeks ago. Since the new expansion was due in November I figured I'd level up to 60 (having left at 52) and be prepared to poke it in the pooper of the scourge when the invasion went down. Since they've pushed the release date to January I have plenty of time to mess around in the world and farm some epic gear. However, yesterday I logged for an initial 25 minute session to check my in game mail see what I had at the auction house etc, etc. Instead I end up questing with a 48 Rogue for 4 hours and leveling to damn near 54.

Hooray for me....Boo for PhD.