Hello all,
I have decided that a new goal of mine is to watch one movie and listen to one new song (or discover the name of an artist of a song that is familiar) every day til...forever. So...if I live to be 219, that will mean I will have seen 73050 movies and listened to the same in songs. Not bad.
I wish I was a movie character. Nothing exciting happens in real life if you think about it...plus setting anything to epic music just makes it better.
Well, judging by the above..you can guess how exciting my day was. Maybe if you set me tearing down a fence to music, it may seem pretty exciting...without music..not so much. That was the highlight of my day sad as it is.
Bhoov
Song: "Hemmorhage" by Fuel
Movie: "Couple's Retreat"
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Back up and running
Well, the blog has not met its end quite yet. Sorry for the lengthy break but it is now back on track.
Today I went golfing and then played poker. I guess you could say I have the life of a 65 year old retired eye doctor, but it works for me. Anyways, golf was fairly terrible. Favorite line of the day came from my dad. After the people in front of us shanked a tee shot into the the trees my dad turned to me and said, "make sure and remember where that went, we'll pick it up after they leave, they're never going to find it." O how ruthless golfers can be when a round goes bad.
Later on, I went to play a nice home game of poker. I told the host I would be late because of golf so he blinded me out until I arrived. I went in and sat down between the one guys wife and a guy who might have been on speed. Right away I knew it would be a great time. Don't get me wrong, the guys wife is cool and everything, but women enjoy multitasking, which usually means they don't pay attention to poker. Every two seconds I was saying, hey its on you, hey, hey...yea..its on you. As my suitmate puts it, I felt like I was the "camp counselor" at the table. Well before I knew it my ears were bleeding and half my chips were gone. Not really sure if I had lost them to other people or I had swallowed them in the attempt of choking myself. Well, I doubled up twice, made the final 7 and decided to just be stupid. So that ended that night.
I came home, watched "Knocked Up", laughed a little bit, then prayed a little bit, but nonetheless I enjoyed it. Anways, summer course starts next week, yep, shoot me now, save the pain, but hopefully that all goes okay. As for now, sleep sounds pretty good.
Til next time,
Bhoov
Today I went golfing and then played poker. I guess you could say I have the life of a 65 year old retired eye doctor, but it works for me. Anyways, golf was fairly terrible. Favorite line of the day came from my dad. After the people in front of us shanked a tee shot into the the trees my dad turned to me and said, "make sure and remember where that went, we'll pick it up after they leave, they're never going to find it." O how ruthless golfers can be when a round goes bad.
Later on, I went to play a nice home game of poker. I told the host I would be late because of golf so he blinded me out until I arrived. I went in and sat down between the one guys wife and a guy who might have been on speed. Right away I knew it would be a great time. Don't get me wrong, the guys wife is cool and everything, but women enjoy multitasking, which usually means they don't pay attention to poker. Every two seconds I was saying, hey its on you, hey, hey...yea..its on you. As my suitmate puts it, I felt like I was the "camp counselor" at the table. Well before I knew it my ears were bleeding and half my chips were gone. Not really sure if I had lost them to other people or I had swallowed them in the attempt of choking myself. Well, I doubled up twice, made the final 7 and decided to just be stupid. So that ended that night.
I came home, watched "Knocked Up", laughed a little bit, then prayed a little bit, but nonetheless I enjoyed it. Anways, summer course starts next week, yep, shoot me now, save the pain, but hopefully that all goes okay. As for now, sleep sounds pretty good.
Til next time,
Bhoov
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