Defeated
So far, this hasn't been the best of weekends for me. Last night, I rammed my car into a pole when parking for a metal show. I was OK until I got knocked into a drumset at the show, fucking up my leg to the point where excessive walking could cause me to need stitches. Seeing that this has confined me to home, I would be making more posts but I've been in bed all day after weeks of getting only 6 hours sleep between wednesday-friday because of school and work. So I've just been an all around lazy, unproductive mess today. I don't want there to be a lack of updates on the site, though, so while I'm waking up (which should take a while), I'll leave you with this short story.
A summer almost 9 years ago, there was a big local BBS/computer geek meet up at Rocky Point, the late local amusement park. I went with Matt and another friend named Matt (I know too many Matt's). This other Matt does not post to the blog, but he does run ri-dnb, if you like drum and bass music.
Anyways, I think the head of the computer geeks picked to meet at Rocky Point that evening because Weird Al Yankovic was playing there that night. Matt, Matt, and I happened to run into Weird Al during the day, and our brush with greatness came during the cheesy haunted house ride. We hopped on our cart and throughout the whole ride, the people behind us were making fun of it. "Ooooh, I'm scared! Ooooh, it's a piece of cloth on a clothes hanger!" At the time, we didn't know who this was but we were kind of annoyed by his presence. D-n-B Matt decides that he'll say something to the man after the ride is done.
But just what do you say when that man is Weird Al? Matt was undaunted, going upto him and saying, "Could you sign my balls?" Weird Al replied, "Sure, do you have a sweat resistant marker?"
And so we met Weird Al. Fin.
(Matt would like you to know that he jogged my memory with this story, and wants some credit.)