Score

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PFhAx4NY9I


OK, I am totally Fucking pissed. I honestly cannot make this HDMI TV talk to the HDMI Philips Super everything DVD DivX device and talk with the cable box. So I gave up after 5 HOURS and just skipped the cable so I could watch one of the movies. Still no go. I mean shit. I can play Dee by Randy Rhodes but I can’t make a DVD player work. I can watch cable, that is easy, but the Philips part of the puzzle just won’t fit in. This Sony Bravia can talk to almost any piece of technology in the world. As long as it was build in the last 6 months of course. But all my stuff is. I mean where is BrotherJim when you need him. I feel like an idiot. I am an idiot. It keeps telling me I am in the “wrong region.” What the hell is that? As you can tell, I am a bit frustrated.

Well the Barracuda story is what it is. I saw more Westerners at the liquor store than any other place I have been. I heard they do not sell to Muslims. I have no idea. Place was rad, just not close. I guess that is a good thing. At least I have a garbage can for the kitchen. Tomorrow I hope to have a face to face at a job site with a Cost Engineer and one of our Project Managers. I need to call the guy again to confirm. Workin’ on the weekend, Samantha is in the Big Apple on holiday. She deserves it; I am just a bit raw to be on my own for a week.

I think I will set the open house for two weeks out. I wanted to place rockin’. Can’t score hot chicks with a dump. Lil Sis said don’t ask the co-worker out, it will be trouble, she is correct of course, but she is a 20 something Filipino who is hot. When she laughs she has to cover her mouth. I love that. And her teeth are not quite as perfect as Emily’s but they come close.

As I sip this Ricard the good news is I am a light weight. Wow. Got hit hard after a bucket.

Got the squeegee for the shower, the microwave, the bad ass walk clock that even Karen would dig, the cellar of booze, the mop and broom, the cool kitchen garbage can with a divider for bio and non bio waste (quick FYI, I have no garbage disposal, I had no idea how much bio mass I shoved down that thing until I couldn’t. I can’t build a compost, I am on the 17th floor. I dare everyone who reads this in the US to not use their disposal for 3 days. You will have a pile of fertilizer in your kitchen. When I return to the states BrotherBill will cook what I eat and eat what I cook. I don’t have time for this stinky waste BS.)

Last week the 10th person told me I write like I talk. Umm, how else am I supposed to write? I guess not knowing is a good thing. Cuz Ryan told me “to write.” It was one of the last things he told me before I left that wonderful party that was at his pad. I think he wants me to write words like these. I hope. Because people are reading them now. If I were to write a book, I think the best part of it would be both the run on sentences and the ones that have no subject or whatever. I would know it because Word would give me the squiggly green line, but Fuck it, keep writing.

Now that I have your attention I would like to sign off with one more rant. I want to thank God (the Lord Jesus Christ) for the parents of my father. (I have already thanked God for the parents of my mother. The legacy they left me was primarily genetic and like golf or guitar, it is something that is part of you that no one can remove. It drives instinct and makes you honest with your sole. (That was a very serious but required disclaimer)). The point being I am standing in an apartment in a foreign country for one clear reason. I had the money to pay for it. With dads help, I spent it to make it so. I can’t forget that. As we decide how to spend our wealth on the beach house, why don’t we stop, give thanks, and just ignore the personal cost and drop the coin. Two years ago I told Aunt Susan I wanted to make the “girls room” into the Fred and Jeanette reading room. But my lazy ass did not get it done. I will say it now on the web for all to read:

Dad, spend my cut of the money that is required to make the Beach House whole. I trust the consensus of the family.

(Remember that comes from the mouth of a non-consensus kind of guy!!!)
Done.



I think I am going to go talk to the Indian dude at the front counter not named Apu and ask him where the gym is and what other perks I have. I need to interact with a non HDMI device….

BrotherBill

PS Yes yes, Philips is form The Netehrlands. I recruited for them for God sake. I was thinking of Bang & Olufsen. Cut me a break jack ass.