Tuesday, June 24 Murals, Web Sites, and more

Long time since the last update. Since then I've finished the Pheasant Walk Homeowners Association web site, and am figuring out which site I want to take on next. The company has an official name now. Drumroll please.... Barking Cat Media The official site is being worked on as I type. In other news I began working on a project with Laura. She got a job painting a murals in a movie theater and I go and help out. I'm not the best painter, but she more than makes up for it. Plus with all the paint fumes anything looks good to me. Click here to check out the priliminary pics. Thats all for now.

Tuesday, April 29 Gulf Shores Beach House

Hey there short update today, just got back into town from my weekend excursion to Gulf Shores Alabama. It was an awesome trip and I'm not looking forward to sitting in cubical hell tomorow. But here are the first batch of pictures from the trip.

Wednesday, April 16 Cher, TV's Talking Horse

As you know, we here at State of the Greg just love us some Cher. (sarcasm) Today I found an article about how Cher's farewell tour concert nabbed 16.6 million viewers, prompting me to ask, WHY THE HELL WOULD 16.6 MILLION PEOPLE WATCH A CHER CONCERT?!? Yes I know how impressive it is to get a horse to put on those skimpy outfits, and even more impressive to teach it to sing. But again I am forced to ask America why do we keep making Cher famous?

First with that ridiculous "I got you babe" song that she sang with Sonny "watch out for that tree" Bono, then her stints on Scooby Doo (guess they wanted an animated talking horse to go with the animated talking dog), then I thought she'd go away, not unlike the Harlem globetrotters and Scooby Dumb. But noooo she had to start winning Academy Awards, then she appears almost naked in the Turn Back Time video riding a giant cannon on a battleship. Why won't she go away?!

A few years ago, when I thought the world had forgotten about her, she slaps on a vocoder (that robotic-sounding voice modulator thing) and releases yet another song, and is immediately famous again. Then every crappy, no talent musician has to throw some vocoder into their music and we end up with stuff like Britney Spears. (who looks remarkably like my parents cocker spaniel, only with a nicer butt) Anyway, no more Cher, she is famous enough, has enough awards. Hell, I'd even create an award just to give it to her so that she'd go away. Congrats Cher you are the first recipient of the Greggy Award, for outstanding outstandingness in the field of outstanding annoyances. No speech, just go away.

Monday, March 10 Oops

OK thought something exciting was going to be written today, but I thought wrong. I did get a call that I was rehired by Lockheed. Go me.

Tuesday, February 26 Wok the Dog

Perhaps my roomate should have been more specific when she said to walk her dog?

Friday, February 14 Dems' Da Breaks

Yet again I go missing for a few weeks. This time I have a decent excuse. I managed to break my finger in 3 places during a football game. (flag football, I'm an embarrassment to my family)So I'm all casted up, and I have to hold my hand all twisted to the side to avoid hitting the wrong keys. While sitting around doing nothing I decided to redo the "business-end" of StateoftheGreg.com. Here is a test image. The other pages aren't done, so the buttons don't work yet. But they will soon.

Wednesday, January 29 Old man Greg

Today is the day after my birthday. I'm 26. To celebrate, I got my ass kicked in football. I went out all excited to play a friendly game of flag football, and got so soundly beaten, that I found myself wanting to tackle the other team. The other team even had a few girls on it, used mainly as pass rushers. Nothing feels better than getting beat down in football then having a 70 LB girl trash talking you afterwards. "Wow, I really burned you on that play old man"

I didn't make any mistakes this time around though, so at least I wasn't mad at myself. I played pretty hard too, which might be why everything from my waist down feels like an angry mongoose was dropped into my pants. In fact I played so hard that when I got home I looked up at my three flights of apartment stairs almost decided that it wasn't even worth trying to make it to the top. It seemed that insurmountable, but I hired a Sherpa and he guided me safely to the top.

Friday, January 24 He does it again.

Lookie there true believers, yet another entry into the State of the Greg weblog, and only 1 (one) day wait. Perhaps this slacking on the web site thing is a thing of the past? Let's just see what the weekend brings.

So I was reading a newspaper article tonight about a college student who ate so poorly that he developed scurvy. That is AWESOME. Imagine, eating so badly that you get a disease that people once only got when they were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean thousands of years ago. The sailors that usually got it had resorted to eating rats for nourishment, but this guy is in his posh apartment eating crackers and cheese every day and slamming it down with a nice big soda. Sir, I may be unhealthy with my anti-vegetable stance, but you are a moron.

Enough of that rant, anyway, today was a pleasant day, didn't go to work as there are strange contract negotiations going on, so I began planning for what happens if these negotiations fall through. We'll call this Plan B. Usually plan B was the one that Wile E Coyote resorted to after Plan A rocketed him off of a cliff. Here's hoping that won't happen, I hate plummeting.

Thursday, January 23 Resolve this!

New Years Resolutions:

1. Keep on updating the web site

2. Get in shape

3. Live life better

OK, its January 23, this is my first web site posting of 2003, so I guess the first resolution is out the window. I wanted to, its just damn hard to be funny when things are going right in my world. No scorpion attacks, no alphabetizing books, and I have a decent job. (there's a little more to the last part, but we'll talk about that next time)

Get in shape. Yup your faithful web host has decided to join a flag football team. And we actually won our first game. I have an extra point, several receptions, a touchdown saving tackle, a pulled hamstring, shin splints and a bone bruise on my thumb from punching my teammate's watch. Perhaps I should go back to being unhealthy? It seems to keep me out of trouble.

Live life better. I wake up, go to work, come home and read with my dog laying on my feet. I guess that is living life the good way. That part I have no complaints about. I'm trying to go through life without hurting anyone either (myself included). I'm doing a so-so job at that too.

So much for New Years Resolutions. I guess Ill have to go to the one year where my resolutions panned out. junior year in college, the resolutions?

1. get an internship

2. see two girls make out on my couch

by January 7th I got my internship, and at the party I threw celebrating said job, I saw 2 girls making out on my couch. My one victory in 25 years of missed resolutions.

 

Monday, Dec 9, 2002 Why?

I just saw Bowling for Columbine and it really made me think. If you don't know anything about it, it is a documentary made by Michael Moore (the most unkempt man in America) about gun violence. The title refers to how blaming the Columbine massacre on Marilyn Manson is about as ridiculous on blaming it on the bowling class that the 2 students had that morning. The movie is very deep and thought provoking but does annoy me on some points.. I'll probably delve deeper into that someday, but not at 1:30 on a worknight.

Anywho, apparently Iraq delivered a 12,000 page document on the nuclear and chemical weapons program that they DON'T have. I also do not have a nuclear program and could declare that to the UN in one page. It could even be typed up in bold letters and double spaced and would say "I don't have a nuclear weapons or chemical weapons program" then I'd sign the bottom.

Monday, Oct 21, 2002 I'm da man

OK, OK so its been awhile since I've updated the site. So let see what's happened in the past month or so. First I got a job. Not just any job but a job working for one of the biggest defense contractors in the world (Lockheed Martin). My official title is Simulation Database Engineer, and if I tell you what that means, I have to kill you. (I've always wanted to say that) Its a pretty cool job, and I'm doing all the stuff I never thought I'd be able to do, and I'm only one or two work related injuries away from my own F18 Super Hornet. Doesn't it make you feel safer knowing that I'm helping protect the free world?

In other news, my favorite football team, the Gators has been letting me down recently. From losing to Ole Miss and LSU, and narrowly beating Auburn they've not been good on the heart this year. I am one field-goal-for-the-win away from a massive coronary. I think I need to take up a less stressful hobby like crochet, or maybe become a Bengals fan so that I don't expect a win every time I watch a football game.

Finally, I am moving.... again.. Not that it matters to the people who didn't see my current place, but Ill be moving to a really nice place in east Orlando. Its overlooking a Best Buy so it is sufficiently dangerous for my bank statement to live there. The complex itself has a bar, a surround sound theater, and a parlor where you can get facials and massage. So feel free to visit. Yeah my life sucks... ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ahh h ha ha ha ha haa (beat me at will)

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