Another Uneventful Weekend

Hey guys, figured I'll keep you posted on this boring life stuff.

So this week I didn't get to go to my sweet-ass job piling hardwood veneer, so instead I took a short little drive to the southern end of our state. Spent Saturday night drinking mediocre craft brews with an okay friend from high school. Then I had to get up first thing in the morning to drive further south just to meet a couple of douchebags I used to room with. Apparently if one of them flies from the west coast and brings some lady friend of his I'm obligated to meet up with them. Not like they're offering to pay gas money, assholes.

Spent a few hours having this self-involved cunt-waffle tell me all about his job and how it was helping the environment and stuff. Yeah I'm sure, let's just power the whole United States of America on fucking air. While we're at it we'll just replace cars with hot air balloons powered from our own farts. Dickhole.

Then they were all like, oooooh, lets go get some beers from some brewpub restaurant. Look how fuckin' hip we are, can't just eat at Wendy's like the rest of us? Got to hear all kinds of stories about these guys building airplanes and windmills and shit. Well I make shit too, you know? Hardwood veneer is serious fuckin' business. I stack some good fuckin' panels! Motherfuckin' full loads of 0 Select Whites, make a ceiling in a ski lodge or some shit. Asshats...

Then they're all like "Dur! Let's go to the mall, herpderpflerp!". Just full of original god damned ideas these cocksuckers. Then this fuck has the audacity to take him and his lady friend and fuck off to Rockland or something. Good thing I drove all that way. Fuckin' amateurs. Spent a few days wandering around shops in Portland and spending money I don't have. Went to the movies to see the fiftieth anniversary of some stupid cliche science fiction show. Fucking nerds everywhere. Had to help one little nerd pick up the pieces to his glowy stick, called it a screwdriver. What kind of fuckin' screwdriver doesn't even have a head. Just some glowy lights and stupid sound effects. Only screws he's taking out are the ones loose in his fucking nerd head.

Then these fuckin' people in the county have the audacity to make me go pick up a load of craft beer for them. Yeah, that's what I want to do, drive your stupid goods around. Now I have to go and eat a bunch of high carb food with these familial types. Thanks for fucking up any chance of success on my diet you sons of bitches.

Hope you guys had a better weekend, maybe with some super cool guy who drives a super cool Jeep and stuff. That would've been awesome.

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Wuv you,
Tyler

Awesome Domain Name Deal

Hey yall,

Just saw this post on Jalopnik. It's a wicked good hosting deal from dreamhost and seems like you can get two domain names plus unlimited storage for a year... I don't really have any use for it other than to steer tonynuzzo.com at it and maybe get a legit name for this blag but it's a really good deal for the money. Maybe it's time to get a domain name? I would advocate for moving from Blogger but it seems to work really well and I don't wanna mess with setting up a wordpress for something that works fine as is.

Thoughts? Opinions? I just need an excuse to buy this deal haha.

3rd Shift Piler and Other Tales from The County

So I haven't really written since I started the job because there isn't much to write about in regards to that. The planks come down the line, I pull them off and put them in the correct pile. We process 5-8000 panels a night. Also a man wore a gorilla mask Halloween night on the splice line. The place has got a lot of good folk in it and thank jebus I work the night shift where they have a smidgen of a sense of humor. Suffice to say that The Fox hit Columbia Forest Products like a ton of bricks last week. Everyone keeps on sneaking up on each other and yelling "HEY ______! WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?" and then _______ responds. One guy on the line near me just put his hands up and when someone asked him why he said without singing, in a perfect monotone "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, saying ayo." I'm stealing that.

Outside of that, I've consistently been having crazy weekends. Where the hell were these when I was unemployed? The first weekend a bar in Presque Isle had a party for Bradd and his fiance Carlina, welcoming them back from basic training. It was a camo party so I went in full dress from the Civil War. After much whiskey I don't remember the latter part of the night, but according to eyewitness testimony I may or may not have projectile closed the bar early. Not too proud of that. I blame Bradd since the last thing I remember is asking him to order me whatever he thinks I'll like. I don't remember the name of the drink but I will just refer to it as a Humdinger in future conversation. Good thing I know the bar owners, they were very nice to me about it.

The next weekend there was a surprise 40th for my cousin and wouldn't you know the whole Beaulieu clan showed up. I don't know how much I've told you guys about Beaulieu family parties, but they are pretty nuckin' futs. Country music cranked right up, a beer selection of Bud and/or Bud Light, obligatory dancing around 1-2 AM. Also there haven't been that many in the past 5-6 years since a lot of them moved in recent years. I ended up at my uncle's house, just drinkin' Buds with all my older cousins and uncles until 8 AM. Very good times.

Then last weekend Bradd came over for a LAN party which just turned into us drinking and trying to install Windows 7 on his laptop. Fun times.

Well now it's November or as I like to call it, Ernest Hemingway appreciation month. That is because it is both National Novel Writing Month and No Shave November. Also I'm still doing the low carb thing so I'm surviving on a diet of steak, bacon, eggs, whiskey and black coffee. Been trying out the NaNoWriMo thing, which is hard when you work a job that leaves you exhausted, so my word counts are less than stellar. I'm not writing for any other reason than to have a project, so if I fuck up, fuck it. Also I'm trying to write a really bad book on purpose because that approach seems to really take a shit on writer's block. Also if I accidentally write something good in between, well that's just neat.

My "technique"

If I actually do meet some stated goals on that I'll let you guys know. 

In the meantime there is a partial solar eclipse tomorrow morning here on the east coast (suck it Seattle) and I'm going to MSSM to see it with the Mr. Larry Berz. In the meantime I'm going to stay up and write about two guys eating tacos and/or burritos with some not so clever passages over-analyzing the Baja Blast Mountain Dew because this book is just me rambling. I'm good at rambling. You know that. You read all of this stupid shit.