The end of an era....

So you may be wondering, or may not be but I'm telling you anyway, what happened to Jason now? What era could possibly be over in his life? Well, this era lasted 6 years, spanned 2 centuries. It graced the wonderful states of Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Delaware and Kentucky. There were laws broken, sexually explicit acts that won't be mentioned took place here, and there was even some discarded food that hung around. The ole '97 Civic has been retired. Jason decided that it was time for a new car. 130,000 miles later, and remnants of a Ben's Best from B&D (thanks Tudor), the car was traded in. After some researching and long hours at dealerships dealing with annoying sales people, I bought a 2005 Civic. 8 miles on it, everything I wanted in it and got it for a dirt cheap price. So after 6 long years, Jason has a car that runs smoothly and does not smell like rotting lettuce and mayo. It's great, I love the car, but I have to say, it was tough letting go of old Bluey. It truly was the end of an era.

Car shopping is an intersting time. It usally begins with a swarm of salespeople (see how PC I am) surrounding you at your car before you can even get out. They begin by asking you if they can help you find something. I would like to be helped, but I need a chance to exit the vehicle please. Then, as you are walking around looking, the salesperson follows you, making comments about how much better their car is compared to its competitor. You then have to bullshit for 15 minutes before they let you leave to go look at another car. Then, as it becomes time to buy the car, you spend an hour negotiating the price, making demands as to what you can pay, what you want to pay, and how you want to pay this. I've always believed that cars should not be priced. I mean seriously, how many people actually pay the stickered price? SO you then decide to buy the car. You then have to sit at the dealers desk and write your name, address, and phone number 800 times on 35 pieces of carbon paper. The dealer then gives you a million copies of said paper and tells you not to lose it. Well with all the copies you gave me, how the hell and I supposed to lose it? Back to this paper bullshit. I thought computers were supposed to replace writing shit. How much easier would it have been to put my name in a computer and let it fill in the lines automatically? So 2 hours later, the car is mine. And a new era begins...

Anyway, new topic. Softball. My team from the spring played in this "Mixed Nutz" tournament where the rules were all fucked up. Here's what they were... 1st inning- each person draws for position and you have to run the bsaes backward, meaning third to second to first to home. How fucking hard was that? First of all, batting left handed, my swing takes my momentum towards first. Then, trying to hit and rememeber to run to third is virtually impossible. 2nd inning-T-ball bats. Imagine trying to hit a softball with a fucking 25 inch bat? 3rd inning- draw for positions, run bases backward and when the 9th batter in the lineup scores, it counts for 3 runs. 4th inning-kick ball. 5th inning- switch hit, everything else is normal (just to let you know, I was 1-1 with a solid rbi single through the right side batting right handed) 6th inning- one pitch (fouls balls are outs), 4 outs, leadoff batter starts at second. 7th inning-same rules as the first. It was fun as hell. We went 3-2, but lost as it was double elimination. Afterwards, we went to a local bar and got drunk. What a way to end a hot fucking Saturday.

Other than that, not much has been going on with me. College football kicks off in 15 days with the Miami v Ohio A&M game. I will be there with the folks. I will also be on the field when Miami beats the Fuckeyes/Luckeyes, whatever you want to call them. Speaking of colleges, I have pretty much decided I am going to try to go to Grad School. And this time I am serious. I don't know where I want to go, but i have a bunch of places in mind. Progress to be updated.

As usual, some random thoughts, observations, stupid random comments, you know the drill...

-there was this 12 year old kid today in the barber shop who did not shut up for like 45 minutes. He was telling all of us in the place his life story. I really wanted to strangle that little fucker.

-I saw a guy at the bar on Saturday wearing a wallet chain. Huh? What a horrible fashion statement, let alone one that went by the wayside in 1992, and wasn't cool back then.

-on the topic of bad fashion statements, adjustable hats worn backwards. don't get me started with that shit. I don't like backwards hats anyway, but adjustable ones? If you see anybody doing that, please, punch that person in the face. Say it's from me.

- I got into a debate with a co-worker the other day about the difference between the words ironic and ironical. For all you educated people, is there a difference? I debated that there was no difference, but my co-worker was adament that there were different meanings (yet she couldn't explain the difference to me. Stupid whore).

-One of the car salesmen who helped me had on his business card "Big Joe". Ok, nicknames are fine. But on the business card? I did not buy a car from him.

- The Little League World Series is on. I enjoy this, and no not because I like little kids. but I like to see future MLBers playing. But doesn't it feel like this thing happens every month? I mean I can't believe it's been a fucking year since the last one. I swear it was just on ESPN last month.

-how come when I flip through the TV channels at night and i see scrambled porn, I stop to watch in case I see a boob?

-I've decided that Sportscenter is becoming painful to watch, and not because the Yankees keep losing to the D-Rays. All it fucking is, is bullshit about TO wanting more money and crying about this and crying about that. Hey Sal Paolantonio, we know you are from Philly, and are an Eagles fan, but shut your fucking mouth. Nobody cares about that little whiny bitch. Hey TO, you bitched about being traded to the Ravens. You went to the Eagles. You're team did not win. Shut your mouth, play the fucking game, play out your contract and fade into oblivion, please.

Sorry about the last outburst...wait, no I'm not. Thanks for reading. Hope I didn't bore you all too much. But if I did, you can go to hell.


"but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties
or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?
what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is just one of my truths" Ani Difranco-School Night