Hi-jinks - or playing catch up

Well, Consider this me playing catch-up.  I'm a couple days late and my sleep schedule has been thrown off and things are not going to be getting easier anytime in the near future.

I'm sitting here with dinner on my lap, keyboard under palms and a few thoughts flowing through my brain about things going on in the near future.

Other than Food I do have some distractions going on though and that is the NHL Playoffs - Specifically Penguins vs Flyers and the score is 3-0 Pens after 1 period.

Hell's to the Yeah's

So, the H in today's posting is Hump, as in Hump-Day (Wednesday yo).
Yes, My postings have slowed down but in reality I probably still post way too often anyways.  The main reason is this whole waking up at the butt-crack of dawn for work and then heading off to class afterwards.  I'm so much more tired by the end of my day than when I was going to class at 10 and then heading to work afterwards.  I was getting about the same amount of sleep, just at different hours is all.  I don't know why mornings always force me to drag my ass.

I is for interesting, as in Interesting developments.
Today I headed up to Casino X2 dressed the best this fat man can and introduced myself to the morning boss and let her know that I've been through school and looking for a dice job.  She seemed interested, was very pleasant and told me that they were indeed looking and to apply online and she would make sure my application was pulled. (I'll be getting to that shortly).
Then I went over and talked to some guy at the craps table for a and some local came up and started rolling. I decided to just watch and chat instead.  However after he hit his 5th point I couldn't resist putting a few bucks on the table.
After he finally Seven'd out and the next guy followed suit it was my turn to roll and I didn't fair much better. However I still left up $20 or so and ended up tipping the dealers somewhere in the range of $20-25 as well.

Yes, this is really me and yes my crotch lights up every time I open my fly

After that I drove across the city and went to class instead of going home.  Ended up at the black jack table with my Chinese crush and practiced that for about an hour or so to get more comfortable with it.  Talked to her about auditioning, trying to convince her to go out and just do it as she is ready but for some reason she lacks some confidence and says she's afraid her nerves will get the best of her.
By the end of our dealing and chatting session I think I have her convinced to go down to the old strip with me this coming Friday so that we can apply at one of the places down there that takes Break-ins.  She is going to be annoyed with me when she finds out she still has to fill out an application (her complaint is that her English is bad so it takes her a lot longer than us native tongued people to do them).  However, after that I'm hoping that they'll let us audition so that we can work her through her initial nerves and worst case scenario one, or both of us, walks away with a job offer.
On the interesting side for me is that when we were walking out to our cars after class she told me that if we got offered a job she would treat me to dinner!  Score one for the fat man.

Ingestion:
I have found two places that I really want to try out.  I have this favorite spot of mine that serves Bahn-Mi sandwiches where are pretty f'n good.  However I have been reading reviews on different places and I have seen a trend of people saying that the sandwiches that I like are average at best and overpriced for what they are, they then give another place as a suggestion to go instead which is supposed to be heads and shoulders above the place I like to go, Hue Thai.
So, this new place is on my short hit-list and I am not going to divulge the name of this place until I have gone and devoured a few morsels.
The 2nd place I want to go serves a Bahn-Mi burger which really intrigues me and it's about 10 minutes away from class.  I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow I'll hit it up and give the burger a try as it might be my last chance for a while.

File this under: There isn't enough time in the day and I'm going to be bloody exhausted.
Or - Juxtaposition; as in I normally have a ton of free time and never take advantage of it but now that I've got little free time I find myself doing more and imposing on what should be my sleep schedule.


Friday two of my friends are coming into town and they will be here through Monday or Tuesday.  So probably on two of those evenings I'll be heading out to spend some quality drinking time with them.  Looking forward to a good time especially a nice relaxing and lots of fun time which I do not do enough.
Then when they are boarding up and heading out the CAC (Cauliflower Alley Club) is back for their yearly celebration of all things Wrestling (mostly old time).  So, I've got my seat reserved for Tuesday and Wednesday and am really looking forward to the dinner and shenanigans.  Last time I went I got to meet some of my idols.  Terry Funk, Jim Ross, Dr Death Steve Williams, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Brett The Hitman Hart (Plus a host of others).   The evenings were filled with people telling stories that spanned back decades and most of them entertaining.  I'm a dork, so what.

I'm not even sure who's coming this year but I'm looking forward to the stories, the photo ops and the autographs.  WoooOooo!

Now to go finish the Pens game and cheer them on to a 1-0 Series lead before getting some shut eye (oh, and applying for a job or whatever).

grrouchie

G is for grrouchie and that's good enough for me.
Actually, it's not good enough for me as today I'm going to take you on a stroll down memory lane.

By the time I hit college my computer usage skills were regulated to an old antiquated (even for the time) POS with no hard drive and everything had to be done on floppies - the 5.25 kind.
When I first started college, in order to crank out my papers I had a Brother type writer that took floppies so that I could save the data.  it had a small green/black screen where I could type all my crap into and see it on the screen and when I was ready I could hit Print and that thing would go for like 3 days to print 10 pages.  However, it worked for as long as I used it.

Having nothing to do with anything but a great story that I like to share.
One evening I was sitting down and churning out a paper and talking to my future roomie MTT who was in the room beside me (the walls were thin and you could carry on a conversation through the lighting fixtures) and my current roomie was doing some Karaoke with two friends he had over.   So here I am trying to be creative and come up with some good things to write while I had Tupac, Dre and Eazy E Juniors surrounding me and spitting out rhymes.

A few minutes into their fun one of the guys is rambling about something which I will never remember when he comes up with the phrase "And my main nigga serge is on the Type-Wryter."
I don't believe I was the chorus, but I was a key component that evening.

The next day I walk into my accounting class and MTT is already sitting there waiting.  I approach my seat and he greets me with "Wazzup (remember those commercials) my main nigga serge - on the type - wryyyyter"
Ahh yes.  The only white nigga on campus, at least for the next months worth of ribbings.
However, it was all good because eventually the unbelievably hot Puerto Rican babe that moved into the room with me made life so much more pleasant and interesting.
God I miss Milli - used to sneak her into our showers so she could clean up and then she'd towel off and get dressed and sit in the room in nothing but a wife beater.
dirty thoughts
dirty thoughts
dirty thoughts with mike rowe

Where was I?
Oh - yeah, I had a story to tell and Milli went and ruined it all.

So, eventually i started hitting up the computer lab with MTT and we discovered Mirc - internet chatting.  I'd avoided AOL (except when getting hacked accounts and fucking with people's love lives - but that's another day I guess).  So we found a chat room/channel/whatever they were called - where we had some friends and continued to talk to them for years actually.  (I've only met one person from those days and that was a fun evening).

At first I was Beavis (nickname in high school)but after a while I wanted to go with something that was more akin to my personality and I decided upon Groucho Marx.

You see, I love Groucho and have been big into the Marx Brothers since 9th grade or so.  I would look at the TV guide every week (remember when it was a print publication?) and check out all the classic channels for any Marx Brothers movies being played and I would plan my days around them.
I started checking out books from the Library about Groucho and his brothers.
When college came I started ordering some books as well and eventually ended up with a Groucho tat!
Rob can attest to the fact that it's well done and is the ONLY person I have ever run into who knew where the picture came from when I explained it.  All Hail Rob!!!

Groucho being a popular icon to many people I would sometimes run into situations where that name was already registered.  So, this is when I decided to be unique and add the 2nd "R" into my handle.

After probably 6 or 7 months and developing real friendships with some people online one person who I still kinda sorta keep in contact with (and I have been thinking about her for a few months now - gotta send her an email again) started calling me grouchie every time we'd talk.
Hey Grrrrroouchie
Oh look its grouchie
whatever, but always ie instead of o
After awhile I decided to adopt the moniker instead of using grroucho because I kind of got tired of explaining who Groucho was to people of my generation (and getting the "the Stooges are better" line of bullshit that only stupid people believe).

And thus, grrouchie (never capitalized) was born.

Kinda boring, I know - but whatever.  Every handle has a history and mine was formed partially because of my love of Groucho Marx and partially because a hot Asian chick called me grrouchie instead.


Now, Groucho Quotes.

Women should be obscene and not heard.
Outside a dog, a book is mans best friend. Inside a dog it's too dark to read.
I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought, I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home.
I never forget a face, in your case I'd be glad to make an exception.
A man's only as old as the woman he's feeling.

My favorite was on an episode of You Bet Your Life where he was interviewing a a guy who had a lot of kids (I don't know the number so I'll make that up).
Groucho: It says here that you have a lot of children.
Guy: yes, 8 to be exact.
Groucho: Wow, that's an awful lot of children. What made you decide to have that many
Guy: Well Groucho, I really love my wife.
Groucho: Well, I really love my cigar but I take it out every now and then.

Funniest man to ever exist

F You!

Today we have our first Special Guest Post of the month and kicking it off is MissingFlops.
I'd give a better intro but I just spend the last 12 hours sleeping and have to run to work!!!





Well I’m happy to lead off the guest posting for grrouchie’s alphabet project. Grrouchie
assigned me the letter F which is, of course a letter rife with possibilities. It occurred to me that F could
stand for Football, but I’m a Seahawks fan, he is a Steelers fan and that was just going to lead to some
very dark places. F could also stand for Friends which has been one of the side benefits of blogging
and playing poker. Since poker is a common bond for most of the readers here I thought I could talk
about Folding which may in fact be the most important poker skill there is. Of course, F obviously makes
one consider the various ways to center a post around certain adult activities … who knows, perhaps
Grrouchie assigned me this letter in the hopes that I’d deliver a post talking all about salacious activities.
I’ll admit that I considered doing so for a moment, but in the end I decided that F stands for Feline and
that I am going to tell you the story of my cat.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Posh.

Posh is a male cat who is around 13 or 14 years old. I first met Posh due to Mrs.
Flops, who back then wasn’t Mrs. Flops. In fact, back then – I was in the dreaded friend zone. At the
time I was living in a rented condo and the not yet, but eventually Mrs. Flops had recently moved in to
share the place with me. She had brought along with her two cats that had been her pets for a while.
This was an interesting development as the terms of my lease were pretty clear that pets weren’t
allowed. The two cats were well behaved though, confined their bodily functions to the litter box and
didn’t cause any trouble.

Now Posh was not one of the aforementioned cats. Really, that would be kind of a boring story.
No, Posh was actually the subject of a call I got from my new roomie a few months later. It seemed she
was walking out to her car after work when a tiny face emerged from a bush that was next to her car. It
was a stray little kitten who apparently looked like it was much in need of a home. So that’s Posh right?
No, Posh was one of the three other little faces that emerged from the bush after the first one had
hooked in the Eventual Mrs. Flops. One of her work friends dashed into a nearby grocery store to get a
box to gather the brood in. Now what? Well, the Eventual Mrs. calls me at the office crying about how
she found these little kittens and they need a home and can’t we watch over them for a while? I don’t
know if she thought I was going to put up some resistance to the idea what with the lease situation and
all, but really, after you’ve crossed the line of breaking the lease by bringing in two full size cats, there
really isn’t any problem with bringing in four more, especially when they were small. So, I entered the
kitten rescue business.

We couldn’t get the new brood checked out at the vet till the next day, so to make sure there
weren’t any issues with them having any kind of disease that would get passed on to the previous two
cats we kept the kittens in a box with some blankets in the garage that evening. During the evening I
went down to check out the new arrivals. I looked into the box and one of the little ones looked up at
me and caught my eye. I reached in to give him a few pets and he played with my hands. Do you know
about imprinting? Well in that moment, Mr. Posh and I imprinted on each other.

Why Posh, you ask? Well that name was determined the next day at the vet’s office. We
had these four little ones wandering around the exam room while we were waiting and it was clear
that there was enough of a connection between the little ones that there should be some connection
involved in naming them. There were four of them, it was the late nineties and so it was pretty easy to
stumble on to … the Spice Kittens. Sure enough, we had a Baby, a Sporty, a Scary and a Mr. Posh (we
conveniently overlooked any gender implications of the names). Scary and Baby quickly found new
homes but Sporty, and of course Posh, remain with us to this day.

I can honestly say, I’ve never had a connection to an animal the way I have to him. He knows
when things aren’t going especially well for me, and during those times, he is always seeking me out to
cuddle. If I’m sitting somewhere he will usually come around looking to crawl up in my lap. It goes back
to that imprinting moment when he was in the box down in the garage. I looked down into that box, he
looked up at me and he chose me pure and simple. I am his human – sometimes he lets me think he is
my cat. I get sad now and then because I’m realizing that I’ve had more time with him in the past than
I am going to have in the future, but when those thoughts creep into my head I just try and push them
out. He’s still in great shape and still loves to run around the house and play. I know he’ll be around for
a while longer and I know that regardless of how long he is here he will always be my boy.

Everybody

E is for Everybody. (written last night)

My past two days have been full of more action than I generally like to cram into my days.
Yesterday was the new routine of wake up at 4:30 am, shower and head to work.  After work run to class and get some quality stick time in.  Then after that was Dinner with the ex and The Hunger Games(I'd totally forgotten about the movie part).  I was tired, really tired and run down and as such I was a bad dinner/movie guest.
Near the mid/end of the movie my Rockstar started to kick in and I gathered some life in me, however I still was bad company.

Today Started off the same with Work/class then home for dinner and tonight I'll be heading out to see Titanic.
I've never seen Titanic before and I really have never had the urge.  I still don't want to see it and I pretty much think that 3D is just a way to rape the consumers wallet more but whatever.

This would be so much better

One of the things that I am attempting to do this month is to step out of my comfort zone and see what kind of impact it has on my life.
My date tonight is someone I used to work with before changing stores.  Now that I work elsewhere we try to get together about once a month for a movie or for drinks and bitch about work for a short period of time and then catch up with how life has been treating each other.
I've drug her to a few movies that she really hated, or at least disliked portions of them and as such I'm OK with being drug to a movie that I've avoided for decades now.  It's this type of give and take that makes a friendship work.  Going to this gives me a free pass to drag her ass along to some bad horror movie where she'll bitch about the ending or about the lack of any romance in it.  (ED: after watching the previews this could be any number of movies - The Hobbit, Despicable Me 2, New Pixar Joint, etc)
And this movie I'm going to complain about the lack of any action and violence and only getting to see one boob (and the 3D better be f'ing stunning I tell you - I AM GOING to reach out and try to pinch the nipple).

So, instead of coming up with a topic and writing about it (I might throw the E in elsewhere if I come up with something later in the month when I have some down time) I've decided to take the day off and not write any post at all.

After all, Everybody needs a day off now and then.

Dreams

Before I pass out for the evening I needed to get something in.
However, D is a tough one for me.  I could go with my first name (when you post it Carmel I will delete it).
But nah.
I also thought about Dancing and dildos.  Not for long and not together though.

However, Carmel suggested dreams and when I mentioned that I rarely ever remember them she said "not that kind."

So, Dreams it is.

When I was a small child I had one reoccurring dream which was really a nightmare.  I was being chased by the incredible hulk.
Now you see kiddies (and I know most of you are older than I) what makes these dreams scarier is the time period.  Oh the hulk in his animated form is all cute and cuddly sometimes and then there are the two kinda sorta recent Hulk movies that came out where the hulk is this big CGI green guy who can jump over mountains and throw shit to the moon.  However, none of these versions is really that scary to be honest.

No, I was afraid of the scary hulk.  Lou F'n Ferrigno all painted green with his scary little fro and his ugly bulging muscles in that ripped pair of shorts.  THAT  was f'n scary.  And that was what haunted many dreams for me.

It started innocently enough where I was out in the park playing when I caught a glimpse of him and knew that I needed to escape.  So, I did what any reasonable kid would do in such a situation - I jumped on the swing and started rocking back and forth and kicking my feet for all their worth to go higher and higher and higher until I almost flipped over the bars.  At this point I let go and flew through the air landing on my porch and ran inside as quickly as I could.
Inside my older girl crush babysitter was waiting for me and making popcorn while I was trying to block the door as much as possible. She kept asking what was the matter and all I could say is that "he" was coming for me.  Finally after a few good bashes the door busts open and there he stands, big tall and ugly and this is always the exact moment where I woke up and was glad that Lou was just imaginary.

Look at those damned Eyebrows. How can you not be scared?

My second dream is a little bit more on the strange side and I had this one during my teenage years.

I was walking through my neighborhood when I decided to pay my friend a visit.  I walked up the steps to his porch and knocked on his door.

His mother answered but she was no longer a human, she was a Sea-Monkey.

In a panic I took a step back and noticed his step-father coming to the door a Sea-Monkey as well.  I turned away from both of them and the whole neighborhood was actually Sea-Monkey people which set my mind spinning.

I jumped over the railing from his porch to get away from the creepiness and landed squarely in a Frying Pan.

And this is where I woke up every time.

My third (and final) reoccurring dream probably doesn't describe well but it unsettles the fuck out of me.

I've only had 3 dreams my whole life that I know for a fact reoccur and this is the only one that has also lasted into adulthood (though it's really rare).  I'm assuming it's caused by stress.

A lone marble rolls down a straight pathway (I'm seriously starting to feel weird just thinking about this and typing it by the way - my description probably will be shit and I wish you all could see my mental image and everything else that goes with it).  The rest of everything is dark - as if the marble has a spotlight on it or just radiates light. 

Everything is going smooth for a while and then things slowly start to get a bit chaotic.

Remember that scene from The Ring where the creepy chick is in the tv - then there is a glitch and she is no longer where she was.  Then she keeps "glitching" and moving and eventually coming out of the TV?

Well, this scene is very similar to that.  The marble glitches and breaks its course and with every glitch the marble gains speed.  At the same time this is happening there is background noise.  Mostly voices but nothing you can make out.  Picture a scene where there are 100 people standing in a room holding random conversations and you spot your friend who is trying to shout something to you.  You stand there trying to make out that one voice with all of the others going on around you and You think you can almost make something out but you never catch any of it.  Now picture your friend "glitching" to different locations of the room and you have to quickly scan the room and find out where he is to try to catch his voice so that you can get a clue to some very important puzzle but every time you think you are about to get some where - BAM another glitch to elsewhere.

This would be kind of similar I guess.  The faster the marble goes the more it glitches, the more voices are added into the mix and the more my mind starts to race and the less sense it all makes Until everything is ONe big fucking SounD waVE jumping arOUNd spORaDICally and your brain staRTS twiTcHing ranDOOMly because tihgns ARE getTnIG too HECtiC but you KNOw tHaT akj;lsdfkla;sdf

FUCK

JESUS CHRIST SHUT THE BRAIN OFF
MALFUNCTION
MALFUNCTION
MALFUNCTION

And that is where I wake up, very uneasy. Very disorientated and it takes a few moments to actually figure out where I am and if it's OK to move but the uneasy feeling generally stays with me for a while.

In fact, I now don't know if I'm going to be able to fall asleep like I had planned (after hitting the publish button) because just thinking about that really messes with me.
Weird shit man

Bounce Back

Yeah - not the most creative use of our 2nd letter in the alphabet.  I could have gone with Brass, Boo or Balls (all words in which I have thought of at least a paragraph worth of material).

However as I sat here this evening looking for something to type (Typed it the day before I'm posting it, not very spontaneous of me eh?) I was at a loss until Bounce Back flooded my mind.

You see, life will not always deal you winners.  You cannot always smell like roses, it's not possible.  Life is going to give you peaks and valleys and it's how you handle both of those that will determine your character.
The peaks are obviously easier to handle - that's your moment, your time in the sun so to speak.  How are you going to deal with your time to shine and how will you deal with that time when it no longer exists?

However, it's the valleys, the low's that I'm more concerned with at the moment.  How do you deal with a blow to the ego?  How do you find a way to dig down and pick yourself back up off the pavement to continue along the path you were already traveling.

I'm not good with rejection and this has played a big role in my life.  You see, the fear of rejection has caused me to not attempt relationships with women over the course of my life.  No matter how close I have become with some and no matter what kind of chemistry that I thought existed - I have avoided actually making any moves to take the relationship to that next level and that has left me cold and alone in the friend-zone for most of my life.  All because I don't know how to handle the rejection if I'm turned down.

However this also carries over into other aspects of life.  Fear of being turned down for a promotion for instance. Or fear of trying something new - which is the point at which I am in my life.

Over time I try small things to try to get over my fears and internationalism (that's the word spell check told me to use, I hope it fits).
I have a horrible fear of needles and that is the main reason I got my first Tattoo.  I knew I wanted one but taking the step to actually get it and face my fear was big.  In fact, I ended up passing out during that session. Blood sugar dropped, sweating like a pig, faint and dizzy and then complete black out sitting on the chair in the middle of a shop with other people around.  I don't know how long I was out for but I woke up feeling embarrassed as shit and I wanted to run.  However I downed some Mt Dew and when I started feeling better the guy finished me off and all was good in the world.  Those damned needles just ate at my brain until I couldn't take it any more.  I've got chills thinking about it.

Now, I am at a point in my life where I am trying to change career paths and my fears are strong in me.  Saturday night was very hard on me.  Getting to my audition didn't bother me at all.  Tapping another dealer out and taking their place didn't bother me at all (so I thought).  However I felt out of place standing there and trying to push the dice around.  The stick felt foreign in my hands and I couldn't control two dice to move them or push them around.  I felt like I had never done that in my life before (let alone spent the last month doing just that every day).  It was horrible, it was embarrassing.
Being pulled off the game in less than 2 rolls was a huge blow to my ego, I'd been excelling in class and here I was failing in front of a ton of strangers and possible future bosses.  I am unaccustomed to this.
They gave me a second chance at a second table with less players and I still stunk the joint up and was pulled off.  I couldn't work the stick and I tried too hard to book my bets and set the table up instead of just booking and dealing with the aftermath after the roll was over.
I'm sure it was ugly watching it and I felt like an ass for even showing up and giving it a shot. I felt like I just wasted all their time.
After my "exit" interview I took a walk around the entire perimeter of the casino in order to clear my head enough so that I could drive home, defeated and broken.  By the time I made it to my car I turned it on and just sat in it for an indeterminable length of time.  I have no clue. I just sat there in dead silence, staring off into space feeling like a complete failure.

I told anybody who broached the subject that I didn't want to talk about it. I sucked and that was all that matters.
I'm really not excited about facing the class tomorrow, having anyone ask me how it went and having to tell them that I sucked.  Especially some of the others who are being told to audition but feel like they aren't ready.  All of them have been telling me I'm 100% ready and will nail it. I don't want the fact that I failed to put any type of fear in them about going since they feel that they are not quite to my level yet.
I also am not looking forward to seeing the teacher again - she who believed in me so much that she sent me to this casino who never auditions break-ins.  I feel like I have failed her but I hope the casino doesn't hold it against her or the school for sending me before I was evidently ready.

I'm not sure how long it's going to take me to muster the courage to go through that again, but I do know that my time is running thin.  I have 4 more weeks where work has allowed me to alter my availability in order to go to class and after that I will have no time at all to go.  Then I'm left to my own devices and left without any ability to practice.  So, I'm going to have to find a way to Bounce Back and find the courage to go through this whole process again knowing what the results were last time and work on trying to change them for the better.

Yeah, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to next week. I'm not looking forward to that next audition.  I went in feeling like I was going to nail it and left feeling like shit.
I hate failure, but I will do better next time.
I will bounce back - I'm just not looking forward to going through the motions for the next few days.


Also - I'm willing to take any suggestions for topics over the course of this A-Z experiment.  If there is a certain word or phrase or whatever that is coming up that fits that days alphabet listing (or a future one) feel free to suggest it in your comments.
I don't care what it is.  If there are multiples for a day I will weigh the pro's and con's of each and possibly use the one that I feel I can best touch upon.

Thanks for reading - I appreciate it more than you all know.

April Fools

April Fools
A day that occurs every year and the jokes get better and better.  I love that big companies take part in it. I remember years ago, reading a gaming magazine that was talking about a new video game coming out where the heroine was much like Lara Croft but topless during the whole game.
They had a 10 page spread dedicated to the game with interviews, story, plot, and pictures.  It was great and I was pulled in.  I felt the same way when I saw my #1 this year!

I did not feel like doing any joking myself, but I decided to make a list of my favorite "jokes" that I have seen today.  This post will probably be updated as I see more - for now it's small and limited

So, Numero Uno
Google, you crazy Bastards!
Read the story, watch the Video and enjoy.  Also, play with Google Maps and try 8-bit mode - it's awesome. Old School Dragon Warrior.  There are even some monsters lurking when you explore enough.

I would seriously buy this the day it was released

Number 2 - Gary - White boy in the United States somewhere.

I knew this was fake right away because I was in the April Fools mode already.  I also felt that it was too well written and not enough emotion to be entirely true.  Also, I noticed that the blog was not written by Waffles (sorry bro).  However I bit my tongue hoping that it would elicit many sympathy responses until the revel.  It did get some and that made me giggle a little.  April Fools jokes are hard to pull off as an adult because you've been hit with them for years and years - so a successful one makes me smile.

UPDATE:
Found #3
Oh Sweet Jesus I love you Del Taco

#4 - Not Made by Nintendo, but online video game mag 1up.com

#5 - MC Chris has a beautiful song that has been amusing me for the Day - Found on his Facebook
http://mcchris.com/mp3/secretsong5.mp3




(more to come hopefully)

April A-Z

New month and a new premise.  Being that I read a lot of different blogs I have been seeing a theme float around on some that focus more on writing and writers.  This is the A-Z portion of my title.

The premise is that every day of the month (skipping all but one Sunday) there is a blog post pertaining to the Letter of the day (and to keep it simple the letter of the day follows the alphabet).  So, 27 blog posts and 27 letters.
Most of the websites that I have seen doing this are having "guest" posts where people pick out their "letter" and submit their post for that particular day and at the end there is a vote and a winner and the winner gets hugs or drugs, their choice.

I give out free shrugs

It was somewhere 10 minutes ago that I kinda decided to adopt this idea for my blog and will thus follow suit. Focusing on a letter per day will probably help me to write about a bigger array of topics and to help increase my vocabulary (ha!).

This is the part where we see how lazy I get today.  Do I come up with something unique for the Letter A or did I already waste it with A is for April and that's good enough for me?