Back by unpopular demand..............

Well, I've been called out for not posting enough. Believe me, its not that I haven't had the content, just not the time. So, let's get a quick recap, Purdue football is blowing goats, my bro threw a killer halloween party, work is getting quirky and I just got back from Mexico City (see pics below). The love life is still non-existent. The apartment is still unpacked. Things left unsaid are.........um........unsaid. I think this post shall be a rant of epic proportions. You know my m.o., begin at the beginning and end at the end.

This football season's been fun. I made it to breakfast club a couple of times and it was great. Got some good pics and what not. Got a girl's number but couldn't remember our conversation from breakfast club.......awkward. Although, in my defense, starting drinking at 7:30am is not exactly a receipe for memory retention. Anywho, my uncle came out to one and had a blasty and couldn't stop talking about it. Good times. As for Purdue football, they need to pull their collective head out of their bums and play some football. BTFU!!!!!!!

I'm not going to lie, but writing is extremely hard today as I'm exhausted. But, the show must go on. So, my bro threw a halloween party after halloween which was perfect cause all costumes were half off the day after. I went as a giant condom wrapper. As always, we played beer pong until Rocky was beyond hope. Why is it that people who don't drink like to play and are always my partner so I have to get wasted. It was a good time. Oh, side note, I went to the Pacers game the night before and it too was fun. I saw Shaq and Larry Bird from a distance.

Work is getting nutso. A few people quit and management is all shifted all over. I went on a support trip with a co-worker that has a very lazy attitude and it was a disaster. Not for the customer cause I would never allow that to happen. I was so stressed by the end of it that I was ready to quit. I tried talking to my bro about it and he pointed out that I always have a problem with my co-workers and maybe its "me" not "them". I've thought a lot about it and he's loco. I'm sorry but when someone is supposed to be helping and instead remind you that they're leaving the trip early and half-ass it the whole time, it makes me homicidal. Luckily, I just went on another support trip with a co-worker that knows how to pull weight and it was a complete success and revitalized my work outlook. We'll get into that a bit later. I've just been getting pulled in a million directions at work at it makes me feel like I'm not doing my job. My boss, Dan, has been acting funny lately as well and its just not a good combo for me as I'm already a mess. He's hot and cold like day and night. Some days he's cool with me, other's he makes me feel like I'm worthless. Unfortunately, I look for his approval constantly. I know he has a lot going on with work and just getting married. Actually, the whole situation got me to start taking the only other single guy, Neal, out to hangout lately. Which is good b/c he's good people and has a lot of knowledge about the inter-workings of my office. Still, its just a pain at work lately. Even worse so, I'm getting better at my job and the better I get the more I'm mad at my co-workers for their lackluster approach to helping me understand the fundamentals of the product. Believe me, I'm not Superman at work but I know when to hit the grindstone and make life easier for everyone else. I know that everyone has differing work habits and I really need to start accepting that fact. I usually do so long as it doesn't affect my work directly. When it does, I'm not the nicest person (yikes!).

So, I had a bad match.com experience recently. This chick that doesn't have a clue was freaking me out by trying to figure out where I lived when I didn't know jack about her. She didn't even have pics posted on her profile so that made it worse. Honestly, she was wacko. If I had been a chick and her a dude, I probably would've reported her to match.com and been very upset. I was honestly thinking of carrying my piece to and from work just in case. I've almost been ready to give up on match.com. My mate, Neal, is also a member and as we've been hanging out more lately, we've been bouncing match business off each other, which is chicken soup for my soul. I've been sending out a bunch of emails to members and haven't gotten much of a response so that's been a bit of a disappointment. Can't rush love, right? Right????

So, I just got back from Mexico City where I was the Mexican that can't speak Spanish. Fun times, jerks. It was cool though cause I was supporting the last Champ Car race of the season with Neal. Like I said, I had to rebound from that last support trip. Neal's the head support engineer for Champ Car so he was all business and I was able to help out. I needed that confidence booster for work. Mexico City is a trip. I will never understand the traffic patterns. However, my limited exposure to Spanish did apply. We were able to try new restaurants every night. Even when the menu was entirely in Spanish, we were able to roll the dice and not have any food poisoning incidents. Actually, I was quite pleased with my ability to function in a foreign country with a language barrier. However, I was very happy to get home and get some good old Burger King ;-)

Supporting Champ Car was not easy, physically. As it was the last race of the season, there wasn't too many equipment problems. However, walking pit lane all day took a toll on me. Getting old I guess. There were many perks though. Champ Car Girls, Grid Girls and celebrities. I was inches from Frankie Muniz (Malcom in the Middle) and Paul Newman. Oh, side note, I was inches away from Ben Stein on my way out of Indy last Wednesday. He saw that I recognized him and he gave me a smile so I left him alone. He's much shorter in person than I imagined. Anywho, I was glad to get home. I was tired of saying "no español" everytime it was assumed I spoke Spanish. Plus, I was glad to drink beer instead of water but was tired of only drinking bottled drinks and no ice to avoid disease. See the funny, in my opinion, below about the hooker and the elevator and the Patriot's fan. http://www.faceofchampcar.com/

Well, the holiday season is upon us. Suicide season as usually. I've been thinking I should revise my match.com profile to ensure that no one wants a holiday date to avoid loneliness.........although, that's assuming someone would want to date me :-/ Anywho, random photos below. I promise to try to make more of an effort to my blog in the upcoming months. Thanks for reading................


"Oh, and Malcom in the Middle is much smaller in person. That's right, wenches, Frankie Muniz is a driver for the Formula Atlantics series which feeds into Champ Car. He was in the pit stand for the Pacific Coast Motorsports team. He hopes to race Champ Car next year. I thought I recognized him yesterday but he shaved the side of his head really weird and he's got a bad case of acne so I wasn't sure. Neal confirmed it today but I didn't bother him. He did walk right past my left shoulder and the top of his head barely reach my massive shoulder. Call me pathetic but I wasn't going to try for a pic or autograph cause I'm just not that impressed by most people. Also, as Ben will attest, I flew out of Indy on the same flight as Ben Stein on Wednesday. Actually, he was in the line next to me at American Airlines to get boarding passes. He saw I recognized him and smiled in my direction and I left him alone as well. Funny story, he was in line for the 1st class tickets and I was not and I got served before him ;-) As I boarded he was sitting in first class in the isle seat. Again, I didn't bother him cause I'm a dick in most ways, just not that way ;-) Oh and to top it off, a cute chick just winked at me as I got on the elevator. i wish i knew spanish :-/Oh, even funnier story, Neal and I find this classy looking restaurant for dinner and no one there speaks a lick of spanish. Luckily, I have mucho conjoes and a sense of reckless abandonment. We sit down, order our cervezas and stare at the all spanish menu. I repeatedly explained we speak English and the waiter had nothing for us. We order some "arracheras" or something that I thought looked familiar. True, we could've went with fajitas but bunk dat. honestly, my spanish resides from grandma going to the mexican grocery store and me finding out what we are eating. Turns out, we get these awesome flank steaks. I ordered poblano cause I was pretty sure that was "pepper" and I get a green pepper steak. Delicious. Well, the bill comes and I toss 'em my Pi credit card. Well, this guy, who was not our waiter, returns with my bill.........and pardon my english, speaking perfect fucking english!!!!!!!!! *charlie brown time* AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Where was dill-hole when Neal and I wanted to order food. The restaurant's credit card machine was broke. The bill was 428 pesos (ie $42). As I found out from Raul today, the farther away from the border the city, the less likely they are to take greenbacks. So, quite the pickle. Homeboy was happy to point out the nearest ATM, 3 blocks away, and let Neal and I leave the restaurant on the "honor system" to get cash from an ATM (which is only in spanish, YIKES!). Luckily for that restaurant, I've taxed my soul enough at this point in my life. We found a closer ATM and I went back and tossed them 450 pesos. Funnier so, Homeboy asked us where we were from and I said "Indianapolis" to which he responded "Go Pats!" for the Colts loss last Sunday. Only in El Mexico!!!! Oh, not all is fun and games, I busted my ass all day at the track and earned my din-din and cervezas. Oh, and I almost bought non-alcoholic beer from the store on the way back and the clerk, who knew i didn't know any spanish, sensed my liver and pointed out my error so i could go back and get some real cerveza (Tecate). Life probably gets better than this........but..........hahahahahahahaha...........I'm having fun ;-) "