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Calling all Parrot Heads and Pirates!!!

The countdown has begun for the road trip to Atlanta this upcoming Thursday to go see Jimmy Buffett. My wife, who got the tickets, has never been.

I just hope she doesn't react to the hell raising like a human would react when seeing a Medusan!

He was out here not that long ago. Oddly enough, he's not that big in Hawaii.

Enjoy. I just heard about the two major tours I'll be trying to see this year - KISS and Aerosmith w/ ZZ Top.

Well, this has been a fun day so far.

After remembering that tomorrow was Easter, I decided to head into town to buy eggs for a few relatives.
As I always do when heading into the city centre, I hopped on the train. The journey was fine until we hit Connolly Station, at which point the train was suddenly filled with a large number of loudly talking American tourists. Thankfully, I only had to put up with them for a couple of minutes until I reached my stop.
After almost getting run over by some fucktard who tried to run a red light, I ended up virtualy kidnapped by a group of anti-Lisbon Treaty protesters camped outside the General Post Office who kept badgering me to sign their petition to tell the government to go fuck itself.
After signing the damn thing, I managed to make it to the nearest shopping centre. After verrifying that there was not one Easter egg left in the entire centre, I decided to head to another one further down the street.
I left the building and then found myself face to face with an obnoxiously friendly guy who was trying to sell me some book his friend wrote, and offered to give it to me for as much as ten cent. I paid the guy a euro for it, and it was only when I was down the end of the road that I realised the book was some sort of "The end is nigh!!!" Christian fundamentalist thing. Which goes to show why you should always read the back of the book before buying it. Hilariously, the barcode for the book ended in 666.
I then reached the next shopping centre. After once more finding not a single egg around, I gave up looking for them and bought the last three boxes of Ferrero Rochet chocolates instead (hey, they're kinda egg-shaped, right?).
Still needing one more chocolatey product, I remembered the locations of a nearby Thorntons chocolate shop. Going there proved to be one hell of a mistake. I finally got the (fucking overpriced) egg, after waiting 15 minutes in the damn line to pay.
With my shopping done, I decided to just get the hell out of town and go home again, so I headed back to Tara Street train station. Feeling thirsty due to the freakishly hot weather, I stopped into a small shop to buy myself a drink. It was a that point I realised that the ten euro in my pocket had either been stolen or fallen out (and then stolen by an opertunistic passer-by). Thankfully I had bought a return ticket for the train, so I didn't need to worry about getting home.
Well, actualy, I did. I ended up getting on the wrong train which went straight past my stop without stopping. I was finally able to get off at fucking Kilbarack of all places, and waited fifteen minutes until I could get a train back home.
And now that I've gotten home, the freakishly hot weather has turned nice and cold again. Fucking climate.
Oh, and for some reason, there were a lot of people wearing Metallica and/or Linkin Park t-shirts today. No idea why.

And the day's still just half-over. I dread to think what the fates are going to throw at me later.

Wow - see what happens with all those Christian holidays? My wife's family all said how great it was that my son was born on Palm Sunday - I said, how great it was that he was born on Major League Baseball's opening day.

Sorry it took so much grief, but

Rochey wrote:Hilariously, the barcode for the book ended in 666.

You can't buy irony like that.

"The end is nigh!!!"

When is it? Should I bother paying rent this month?

Don't count on it, Teaos - when the Rapture comes along, I have a feeling you and I will still be able to post.

You can't buy irony like that.

Yeah, I spent a solid minute laughing at that. I think it almost made up for the whole thing.

When is it? Should I bother paying rent this month?

The end has been nigh for the last 2000 years, I see no reason it's going to suddenly hurry up for us.

Mark wrote:He was out here not that long ago. Oddly enough, he's not that big in Hawaii.

It's been a while since I've got to see him. Tickets in Atlanta and Nashville are sold out almost as quick as they are available for purchase. I guess he's a bigger draw here on the mainland, the south in particular. (Rochey, insert redneck comment here! LOL) 8)

Mikey wrote:Enjoy. I just heard about the two major tours I'll be trying to see this year - KISS and Aerosmith w/ ZZ Top.

Those three concerts are something I would like to see as well. I kinda regret not seeing ZZ Top in the 80's while in college.

Two - Top is opening for Aerosmith. And the joint Aerosmith/KISS show a few years back was incredible.

Poor Rochey. Though, for me at least, its very funny.

Well, my day can't QUITE compare to Rochey's but it was still "unusual" nonetheless. I was driving to Ala Moana mall (the biggest mall in the state) to go to Game Stop (for those of you who don't know, they buy and sell used video games and equipment) to return that damn wireless piece for my Xbox 360 (Deep, Kendal, you guys were right. It was fucking useless.)

I'm at a large and busy 4 way stop, and accelerate to clear it. As I reach the other side of the street, some fellow who wanted to end it all threw himself on all fours in front of my car. Cutting the wheel sharply to the right and slamming the brakes as well as the e-brake, I went on the sidewalk, thus not killing him (which I'm seriously second guessing now) and scraping the shit out of the right side of my bumber. He stood up again, giving me a look of sheer disappointment, as I'm insane with rage at this time (so mad I can't figure out how to get out of my car to throttle the bastard), so I'm yelling, screaming, and swearing.

Naturally, the police show up right then. Two cops are talking to him, and two are talking to me. One gives me a field sobriety test (which I can understand, with my car on the sidewalk up against a small wall) while the other runs my name. Due to a past offense (which actually comes off my record in October) I find myself on the hood of the policecar, getting patted down, and my car searched (looking for drugs I suppose). Of course, then I make a smart ass remark (go figure, right?) and now I'm handcuffed.

At this point, Mall Security comes over (God bless them) and tell the cops what happened (they had it on tape as well as one guy saw it from his golf cart). Suicide boy gets carted away to the nut house, the cops take off the bracelets and ask if I'm ok and need to talk to somebody about what happened (suddenly they give a shit?), wish me a Happy Easter and split. Mall Security help me get my car off the sidewalk with the bumper still attached, and I exchanged that POS for five different games.

So, how was everybody else's Saturday?

I saw a really big bird today...

Was it pretty?

well, my birthday was rather uneventful, other than the fact that somehow, my mom got a laptop