Still no God of War 3?!?!

I know. I know. What the fuck is wrong with me??? Listen, I've had to be good. I gots work to do and I told myself I would not pick up the game until I was done. If I got the game then I'd be way behind and kicking myself in the ass. Seriously. By being responsible I get the money, a portfolio piece, a happy client and THEN the game! I can only win by doing the right thing. Don't get me wrong, this shit is tough! It's like giving up red meat for Lent (which I'm doing, but I've cheated once or thrice).

Speaking of Lent... I've been pretty surprised with myself. I've been able to [mostly] stay on course. I tend to pick multiple things because it poses more of a challenge and I use it to pick at least one thing I should really give up or cut down on. I don't know what Lent really is, but it's a great springboard for change! Ya know what? I'm gonna go look it up on the Googles, right now!

Ok, maybe not at this exact moment, but soon. Just want to mention an odd little thing I saw today. While I was walking out of the cafeteria, I walked by the center salad station. It's bookended by a soup station and a dessert station. I noticed someone at the dessert station taking a piece of chocolate cake and putting it on their tray. No big deal, right? But right after, he actually scraped chocolate off of the plate the cake was on. Now, at home I'll do that, but only if there's a lot on there. This guy was scraping NOTHING! Let's put it this way, it was such a thin amount that if it were COKE, certain people I know probably wouldn't have even bothered! I don't know why, but it just bothered me. Just how much do you have to love chocolate cake that you had to have that last quarter gram of cakey residue? Just take the fucking plate with you and lick the bitch when your done!

Sigh... I'm starting to think that maybe it bothers me because I gave up chocolate for Lent. Yeah. That's probably it. I'll be eating an entire one of these motherfuckers, come Easter! Oh, yeah! Move, bitches! That bunny is MINE!

Chokeslammin' good time!

In my previous post I made a mention of some shenaningans that took place over the weekend. Allow me to explain...

Friday night, starting around 830, my buddy kept texting me to come out 'n have drinks. I was on the fnece about going. I had work to do and wanted to be clear-headed the next day. I said I may go, but not definite. After 39227 txts, at 1030 he said, "It's me and 7 girls. Come down!" So, naturally. I did.

Met up with my friend, his fiance and her lovely friends (all nurses, too!) at the usual spot, Down Port. Had a couple mojitos. Then went off to Danford's. I couldn't get in because I had a t-shirt on. No biggie. Went to Tommy's for a few beers and then met up with the girls again at Billies. So we're all talking, drinking and having a good time. Later on in the night I notice some older, white-haired gentleman stumbling around the bar. He bumped into me once or twice, but I didn't really care. He was old and drunk. I should be so lucky if I can do that at his age.

I see him go over to my friends fiance, and she just wasn't having it. Her immediate response was to turn around in her chair very slowly. He didn't get the point. I walk over and get in between them and tell the guy that she's my friends fiance and he should leave her alone. Before he even had a chance to respond, a hand comes streaking passed the left side of my face and grabs the mans throat. It was my friend. He throws this guy right into the corner of the bar and against the front window. I thought they were both going right through! I couldn't even move because I was both shocked and, well, let's face it, I thought it was funny as shit.

Within seconds two bouncers pounce on 'em and a bartender hops over the bar to join the fray. Men yelling. Girls screaming. I didn't spill any of my beer. The old man got thrown out, and they decided to let my friend stay when we told them what exactly happened and they sympathized with him. I think that's the first time in history that bouncers DIDN'T throw someone out for chokeslamming someone in a bar. Awesome! The old guy got stopped by some cops and was hauled away. Drunk in public, I guess. So that's really it. Drove my friend and his fiance home, only to find out they left the house keys in the truck. Went back down, got the keys and then dropped them off. Again.

So that's about it. Nothing much else happened. Worked most of the weekend. It was too cold out to do anything, so no golf. Nothing new on the house front, either. I did replay a little Heavenly Sword (they really need to add some TROPHY SUPPORT!) when I had some down time. I also did those two wallpapers I posted about, below. Ahh... looks like another busy week ahead and you know what? It's all good!

Stay Awesome!

- S

Too tired to post

Kinda. Went out last night. Shenanigans ensued. You know the drill. I'll post about it, later. For now, enjoy a couple wallpapers I did while trying to get through a mental block.

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Blue Version:
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I am sofa king slow in the morning

For real! I normally wake up [read: stumble out of bed in a zombie-like fashion] at 7:03 (don't ask), when my alarm clock goes off. I strategically place it far away from my bed and set it to WBLI which plays the most annoying pop music and whose am dj's include one incredibly flamboyant gay man who insists on screaming everything he says. There's no way I can sleep through that, so I'm forced to get out of bed and turn that garbage off. For some reason, though, everything I do after that just takes so much goddamn time! By the time I'm done in the bathroom, it's after 7:30! WTF?!? By the time I'm dressed, bags packed, meds taken, cologne sprayed, it's almost 8am. At least traffic isn't always that bad so, fortunately, I'm rarely late to work. There seems to be this odd window where if I'm on the road between 7:50-7:55 I'll just make it to work at 8:30. If I'm on the road between 8:00-8:05, I'll get to work earlier. Que?

Don't call me during a rush song

People tend to call me while I'm driving and, as much as I hate actually answering the phone, I especially hate it when a RUSH song comes on. There's just some music you do not interrupt. Now, I'm no die-hard RUSH fan, but there are a few of their songs I really like and if I can't hear 'em straight through, I get pissed. So if you call me and I happen to sound angry, don't complain. Just be fucking grateful I put aside my good mood brought on by a RUSH song to take your stupid call.

I guess I'm in a pissy mood because I still feel like crap from whatever hit me Sunday night and needed to bitch about something. After I worked-out last night I weighed myself and it looks like I've dropped 3 pounds since last week. How much of that was lost during my recent bout with whatever caused me to release everything in my body that wasn't attached by sinew, through my ass? I don't know. But let's keep that going because I could stand to lose a few more. At least my energy is still up. Gonna need it because work is being a pain, lately. Still busy and more coming down the pipe. I know I shouldn't complain because more work = keeping my job. Everyone around here is a little on edge since April is upon us and there's always the chance for cuts. Keeping my fingers crossed.

I did read some interesting news about Warner Bros. trying to acquire the movie rights to the uber-popular manga, BLEACH! For those who don't know, head on over to Wikipedia to get a nice synopsis about the series. Now, if you're a fan, like me, but also a skeptical, pessimistic fuck, you would love to see this movie yet dread the unescapable fact that it'll be crap. Remember Dragonball? Yeah. Of course, you do. There's just something lost in the translation and studios, for whatever fucking reason, always think it's better to change the fucking story around to 'better suit newcomers'. FUCK NEWCOMERS! Don't these wrinkled dog sphincters realize that if you please the real fans that it gives the work credit and these highly-praised newcomers will give it a shot and be less apprehensive? I would rather they went ahead with the much discussed AKIRA movie, but BLEACH is super popular across different media (games, manga, anime, etc.) right now and would be a great IP to bring to the screen. Keeping my fingers crossed, but on my other hand. Shit. It's getting tough to type.

What a weekend!

Oh, man. Where do I begin? It's been a couple days so my thoughts are a little scrambled. Gonna need to really focus, here. Hmmm... Uh... Guess I should start from the beginning, eh?

Had some drinks Friday night with my buddy and his girlfriend. What a time that turned out to be. Silly of me to think I could go for just a drink and leave after an hour considering my friend and I had to be up early for the first golf round of the season. Yeah, um, 4 mojitos and 3 hours later... lol. You know it's a good time when a conversation about the upcoming movie PREDATORS leads to screaming in random peoples' faces because you think you're an actual Predator! It wasn't me doing it, either. Needless to say, My buddy was not in good shape the next morning. It's all good, though. You gotta cut loose sometimes. We both had some things to celebrate and we were so damn excited to play the next day.

So we had our round the next morning at Indian Island. As hungover as we were, it was hard to not be happy. It wasn't crowded. The weather was PERFECT. Just couldn't ask for a better time even when I played chicken with an errand shot. My buddy shanked it right at me and I didn't even move. I'd say the ball came within a foot of my head and I just watched it sail bye. It was awesome! So, obviously, we had our miss-hits, sure, but just laughed everything off and relaxed. I played much better than I expected to, and finished with an 89. I could've used a few do-overs on the back 9 - that stupid 4-putt on the last par 3 really pissed me off - but what're you gonna do? Had some great drives which I was very happy about. I think I was averaging around 280 on the good ones and my iron-play was pretty good. My putting needs work, but that comes with time.

Ended up leaving and, with the weather as good as it was, I just couldn't stay in. Luckily, my friend hit me up to go do lunch and I suggested we go down Port. She came over and we drove down and it was a MADHOUSE! It was expected, but no biggie. We had food and drinks at Tequilla Jack's. Yes, I returned to the scene of the crime. A few other people met up with us and it was just a lot of fun. Place was empty so we had the bar to ourselves for a few hours. Later on we all started walking around and venturing off to different spots. Eventually, everyone left so we decided to have dinner at Pace's. Not even sure how long we were there for, but we had a good conversation, paired along with good food and wine - you can't beat it. Oh, and someone more drunk than i was started playing 'Home Sweet Home' on a piano, so, naturally, I had to start singing. It got a few laughs so it's all good.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling like I didn't even sleep, which, to me, is worse than a hangover. I was just stumbling around all morning. I tried driving around, but couldn't shake it off. So, I did what turned out to be a bad move and go grocery shopping. I think I must've forgotten about a dozen items I needed, because I was concentrating more on not crashing into the stacks of crap at the end of every aisle. I think I even growled at someone. Not sure.

Came back home and - this is how out of it I was - my aunt and uncle were there helping my parents butcher a pig (I'm Portuguese, remember?) and when I asked 'em when they got there they said they were there all morning! We had some grilled pork cutlets which were amazing as usual. If you've never had them cut straight from the animal, you can't understand how good it actually is! Tried passing out afterwards but just couldn't sleep. I lumbered off to go check out a few more houses and, again, they were all crap. All except the last one. Really nice home built in 2005, but it ended up having a whole story behind it. Seems like a good deal considering it's new, but it has a small backyard (house is set far back because an old one was knocked-down in order to build this one) and it's actually a short sale. It wasn't stated on the listing because it's a different type of short sale, according to the owner, and wouldn't take the usual 6 months to a year process to get a deal through. Gonna have to mull that one over. Still waiting on the other one I put an offer on. This one I just saw is nice, but the other has better property and less taxes. Guess the waiting continues.

Got home and I reheated the leftovers from Pace's and watched Ninja Assassin, which I rented off PSN (love it!). What a good fucking movie! Sure, the story is predictable and nothing you haven't seen before: Ninja is betrayed. Ninja vows revenge. Girl gets involved. Blood. Blood. Blood. But you know what I say? Fuck it! It's a movie about ninjas!!!! They did some really cool things and I loved how the ninjas came off as a little more supernatural than I expected. Come on. Blurry objects moving from shadow to shadow? Awesome! You wouldn't even think that the main character Raizo is played by Rain; a KOREAN POP-STAR! Yes, he was THAT good and you can respect how much effort he put into the role.

Later that night, around 1am, I woke up with the worst stomach pains I've ever had. I was in the fucking bathroom shitting my brains out and trying not to vomit - I was not letting go of the leftovers! I really hope that's not what did it, but you never know. All I know is that I was in a lot of pain and I'm still not feeling well. I've actually gone to the bathroom twice while writing this lengthy-ass post. I think I have to go, again. Yep. Here I go...

Pull me under... Pull me under... Pull me under i'm not afraid

Got my motherfuckin' Dream Theater tickets, this morning! I still can't believe that in their 25 years as a band this will be the first time they've played the Garden!!! This is going to be something special. I cannot wait. Oh, and I get to see a little band named Iron Maiden, too. :-)

Another bit of good news - No fucking jury duty for me! WOOOOOOOOO!!!! [humping the air] Can you feel it? Huh? Huh? Lucked-out this week and checked today for next week and it turns out I'm not needed. The message said "Fuck off! We don't need yo' ass!" Should be good for the next 6 years. Screw civic duty. I got shit to do, man!

Hmm...that's really all I got. Oh, there's a new PREDATORS trailer out! I am now officially excited for this movie. Not as much as I am for KICK-ASS or SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD, but excited nonetheless.

Check out the new PREDATORS trailer HERE!

"Don't touch my balls!"

That's something I yell a lot while on the golf course. It's one of the few places I can yell that without causing too much of a scene. That and "Don't bend my shaft!". That one's good for turning a few heads. It looks like this Saturday I can finally begin the 2010 golf season! Woo-hoo! One of the few things I get to enjoy AWAY from a fucking desk is golf. Say what you will, but it's so much fun to play. Plus, you can relax at the same time - unless you're me and find you curse more than you actually breathe!

I honestly like being on the course more than playing. There's just something about spending 4 hours outdoors, surrounded by wonderfully landscaped, natural (somewhat) beauty. It really is nice to just be out there whacking balls in a totally non-gay way. I've been playing for something like 13 years, on and off. I'm not nearly as good as I should be, but I've been improving quite a bit over the last couple seasons. My biggest thing is I need to learn to calm down more. I have a tendency to let my temper get the best of me. Needless to say, a few clubs have suffered the consequences of me going berserk. But I'm getting better at that, too. I think I only broke one club last year. That's a 400% drop from the previous year!

It'll be good to get back out there and hopefully it'll help get my mind on something other than work and all the house bullshit. Hell, I may even hit someone! That's one thing I've never done; hit someone with a shot - intentionally or otherwise. Believe me, it's not like I haven;t tried. However, I have been hit once. It was on a bounce so it wasn't bad, but I still buried the fucker's ball in the ground. I've had shots come at me, requiring Matrix-like maneuvers to avoid getting knocked out, but that's it. Hope I didn't just jinx myself.

F-U! No, F-U!

Ah, yes. The joys of negotiating. I put in my offer and soon after, the sellers put in their counteroffer. Naturally, I countered back like a good jouster and they decided they were at their bottom line. I decided they were fucksticks and said no. SI'm still leaving my offer on the table and letting them sweat. Gonna wait and see what happens. Hopefully, someone doesn't come in with a better offer, but, if they do, no biggie. If they want it more than I do, then so be it.

Just seems a little odd they'd come down so far in 2.5 months of being on the market and then drop a good chunk as a counter. I'm guessing that, based on the lack of updates, the house was occupied by an older couple and they either passed away or something and now the kids are trying to get rid of the house. That's my guess. That, or, they were overzealous on their initial asking price and figured they knew what they could get in the end anyway and tried to make the buyer feel like they got a good deal in the end. Who knows. I'm in no rush. They could swallow potatoes with their assholes for all I care.

In other news... Moving along on the new project. Good clients just make it easier. Heck, I've already learned a few things from the subject matter that I may even use after I by a home. Gonna be starting on comps pretty soon. Should be fun and it'll get my mind off of things. Well, time for Family Guy.

Stay awesome, Joben!

And so it begins...

Before I get onto the main topic I want to discuss, I just want to say that NO I did not pick up God of War 3, yet. Bummer, I know. I have a good excuse, though. You see, I have some new freelance work to do! Yay! One thing I can definitely set aside gaming for is a new project(s). Not gonna get too detailed about it, but it's a company involved in construction, so it's an industry I'm fairly familiar with (I am Portuguese, after all) and different than anything else I've done web work for. Should be interesting.

Ok, now, onto the topic at hand. Today, I will put an offer in on one of the houses I saw. Yes. Finally. The REAL fun begins! Needless to say, there are a lot of questions born of my pessimistic and cynical mind. Will they accept? Will they negotiate? Will they flip me the bird and laugh? Who's Harry Crumb? The one thing I have to keep in mind is if it doesn't go through, it ain't the end of the world. Just move on to the next lead. Not like it hasn't happened before. I've come across one or two that I liked, only to hear the day before a showing that it's off the market or some bullshit. People have been pushing me to rush because of the $8k tax rebate, but I say fuck you and let me worry about the house itself so I don't get screwed over because I was more worried about the rebate than the actual house, itself. I'd rather lose free money than get fucked for a shitload of money on the main deal.

Of course, there are other issues to consider, like if I'll still have a job after April, which is when our fiscal year ends/begins and when the cuts usually occur. I'd like to think I'll be ok, based on the work I do and it's value to the company. Very, very few people here do as much as I do and pretty much no one can even DO what I do. They need to go to overpriced agencies that don't even return the quality I generally provide (insert horn here). So, all that considered, should I be afraid? Hell yes! Of course I should be. You just never know what goes on behind the scenes. Now, I'd like to think that if I lost my job in the next month that I'd be able to find something within a few months. That I honestly don't doubt. However, what if that happens and I have to carry a mortgage, property taxes, bills, and my 10 illegitimate children? Ok, that last one isn't true, but that's a scary prospect.

I know it's happened to plenty of people and continues to happen. I'm pretty smart with my cash, so I plan on having quite a lot in the bank to support myself if need be. Maybe I'm just looking way to deep into this. Maybe I'm letting my pessimism get the best of me. Maybe its good. It'll keep me on my toes and keep me prepared. It hasn't failed me, yet. Maybe I just shouldn't worry anymore and just fucking do it.

Yeah. Just fucking do it...and be awesome!

Oh, I almost forgot! Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Fuck you, pothole!

I seriously hate potholes. I hate them with a passion. I hate 'em even more now thanks to the Geico(?) commercial with the talking pothole that's poorly voiced and sounds like some redneck hooker on a Monday morning. Uhg. Everytime I see one that's all I think about. Last night, the bitch got me! I have no idea how I didn't see it, but at around 8 o'clock, getting off at exit 62 on the LIE I hit this pothole so fucking hard I was picking suede from my asshole when I got home. This thing could not have been that big since I wasn't able to spot it, but from how hard I hit it, it must've been deeper than Star Jones's bowel. Fortunately, there was no damage to the wheel or tire, well, not that I could see, anyway. The wheel didn't fall off on the way in, this morning, so I guess so far, so good. Can't get the same sound out of my head, though. Just so painful to hear.

On a side note... God of War 3 comes out, today! I can't play because I have work to do! Yay! What? No! No 'Yay'. Are you crazy? That sucks! Grrr... Gonna have to wait until the weekend, I suppose. I fucking hate being responsible.

Vaporize me, bitch!

Have I mentioned how much I love vapor patches? Thanks to spending more time than I would have like this passed weekend in the monsoon that just passed over Long Island, I'm a bit congested. I keep these vapor patches at work so when I feel like this, I just stick one under my desk and I get instant relief from the snotty, mucous mess clogging up my nose/throat/lungs. Plus, since it's under the desk, just above my crotch, I get the added benefit of cool balls! Awesome.

Still stuffed

After some house hunting on Sunday, my dad and I had lunch at Luso in Smithtown. Now, I know what you're gonna say. "Serge! You went to a Brazilian Barbeque joint when you know you gave up red meat for Lent?!?"

I know, I know. My intention was to only have chicken, but I just can't be in there without gorging on wonderful, life-giving, all-you-can-eat, rotisserie meats! First piece I had was beef and my first taste of it in almost a month. Let me tell you, I almost fell out of my chair. There's just something about the way they cook everything, there. I ate more than my dad, for once and I'm STILL stuffed! I even skipped breakfast this morning. And don't even get me started on the pitcher of Sangria I downed. Ok, enough of this. I'm starting to get really fucking hungry, now. Let's move on...

So, yeah, I mentioned I went house hunting, again, right? I saw 4 houses total. 2 were crap and 2 I really liked. I'm kind of torn, now, because one is move-in condition and really well kept (gotta love old people) and the other is basically a blank slate and also in good condition, but needs updates. What to do... what to do... The second one needs a new driveway, new front siding (it's shit brown right now - no thanks), different paint color inside, some trim, and landscaping. The other one, with the old couple, just needs some color changes (no fucking way do I want purple, teal and pink bedrooms!) but that's it. I can't stop thinking about the potantial of the vacant house, though. I think putting updates into it will lead to a far greater value down the road. This is the first time in 4 months of searching that I've actually LIKED what I saw, not just for what's there, but what could be there. Oh, and di I mention it's cheaper and close to a driving range? You know I gotta make sure my priorities are in order. ;-)

Golf, Zombies and Lamborghinis

Come on. Be honest. You can't tell me that title didn't get your attention, huh? So, I went with a buddy of mine to check out the Long Island Golf Expo, today. On the way out there I got to see this little, yellow beauty on the road:



That right there is a Lamborghini Gallardo Superlegra. I believe that's Italian for "I cost more money than you'll ever make". Sigh...

So we get to the expo and, I gotta tell ya, I was a little disappointed. I was expecting something along the lines of other conventions/expos I've been to, but this turned out to be pretty boring. The only cool thing I saw was the Para-Golfer. Basically, it's a special wheelchair-like gizmo that lets someone without the use of their lower body be able to play golf. Pretty neat. I also got a quick video analysis of my swing. I need work. Apparently, I lean too much to the left, keep my arms too close to my body and swing too low, but my finish is strong. Funny, I never knew my golf swing was just like how I fuck. Go figure.

Ended up leaving after that and took a trip to Best Buy or, as I like to call it, Mecca. Checked-out some surround sound setups, PS3 stuff, and movies. Decided I've been renting long enough and needed to pick-up some Blu-Rays I've missed out on. I got 9 and Zombieland. I can't believe I waited to long to see them (let it be known that I only recently saw Avatar). Haven't seen 9 yet, but Zombieland was amazing! A helluva lot funnier than I expected. And that cameo from BM (not gonna spoil it) was brilliant!

Ok, it's late, the wings are kicking up, and it's way too shitty outside to bother going anywhere. Time for [adultswim]. Where's the Mylanta?

House-hunting...and blenders?!?

As some of you know, I've been house-hunting for a few months, now. I always knew that purchasing a home would be a stressful experience, but I never thought it would be so much so that it would permeate my dreams in such a weird way. Last night, I had this dream that I was driving around looking for some house that was near where I live now. I found the block and as I drove around, I noticed that not only were all of the houses dilapidated to shyte, but they all had old, out-of-commission, over-sized blenders on their front lawns. Some more than others. Oddly enough, this didn't bother me during the dream, but it annoyed the shit out of me when I woke up, this morning.

"Why the hell were there so many blenders?" I thought to myself. As far as I know, I never had any encounters with 'em. A blender never punched me in the face and stole my lunch money. I never had the following conversation with a blender:

Me: "Hey, blender. What's up?"
Blender: "Fuck you, dickbag!"

I started to think way too hard on the subject and then it hit me. Could it be that maybe my problem lies with the fact that blenders are secretly the assholes of the appliances world? Sounds weird, applying a negative personality to an inanimate object like a blender, but, think about it. You take a perfectly formed natural object like an Apple or a Carrot or a kitten, offer it to the blender, and what does it do? It turns it to mushy shit! Come on, now. What kind of way is that to treat a gift? What an ungrateful asshole you are, blender.

While you ponder that thought, I'm gonna finish my Earl Grey tea. First time I've ever had this. It's not bad. It's like drinking a cup of ammonia and knowing it WON'T kill me. I feel so reckless.

Stay awesome,

S

You know what's not awesome?

My dog Ozzy when he craps in my room. Seriously, I think he saves the good ones for me. Shit is huge! The best way to understand the sheer magnitude of these monsters coming out of this little Maltese is to picture yourself crapping out a fully-inflated football WITH placeholder! I thought what I saw was a cigar on the floor and almost left it. I did a double-take and when I realized what it was I was like "Did I get drunk, last night?" I should've taken a picture. I'll have to draw something up to scale later on. He had a habit of leaving 'em under my bed, but I guess he feels like it's not as dramatic if I don't see 'em right away? Eh... at least they don't smell or stain the carpet.

Update - Photographic evidence found!

ipad now available for pre-order

Looks like the Apple iPad is now available for pre-order. I told myself I was going to wait a generation, but, man is it getting tough! This thing, the more I think about it, is just so damn appealing (of course, it's an APPLE PRODUCT!). This would definitely get me back into reading actual literature without clogging up the precious little space I have left in my room.

Order one and help my stock go up!

Difficulty Level: 3.5

Wiping your ass and pissing at the same time. Why the hell is that so difficult????

Health Sucks!

Another day, another doctor appointment. This crap is getting old real fast. Maybe, just maybe, they'll find out what's the continued cause of all my issues. Wait, I just realized, you have no idea what I'm talking about? Allow me to fill you in - I'll try to keep it quick.

It started in July '08. I had a respiratory infection that turned out to be a Pleural Effusion (sp?). Basically, I had fluid in between the two layers of tissues in my left lung. Took Avelox for a week. Didn't work. Then I was given Levaquin and Predinisone. FUCKED ME UP! I couldn't sleep for a week. I had the craziest heart palpitations (always starting at exactly 11pm - weird, right?). Thoughts of suicide. I was just a friggin' wreck. As soon as I was off of that stuff, I started to feel better. However, within a couple weeks it happened again. Not the lung part, but the heart issues. Scared the hell out of me, as can be expected. I went to a Cardiologist and he found no problems whatsoever, so that was a HUGE weight off my shoulders. Well, it didn't last long. Had another episode not long after.

I then started seeing a Gastroenterologist (I'll just refer to him as Gas-Man from here on out) because I had also developed really bad GERD (acid reflux disease). He put me on Nexium (WONDERDRRUUGG!!!!) and scheduled an Upper Endoscopy. Let me just say that it was the first time I was ever put under for anything and it was wonderful!

He didn't spot anything, thankfully. Again, another weight off my shoulders. So now it was like, what the hell could be wrong? I still had some episodes every now and again, but nothing major. Fast forward to April '09 and I had a really bad episode. Went to the hospital and had an ultrasound on my abdomen. They found polyps on my Gall Bladder which could be causing some pain, but not the other issues. So, once again, what the fuck is going on???

A couple days after, my sister, who works for a pharmaceutical company, told me about a conversation she had with a doctor. She told him what I was going through and he mentioned he had the same thing happen to him recently. He found out it was a reaction to MSG because he NEVER eats anything with it and had a dish at a restaurant he hadn't had before and, well, he got more than he wanted. But MSG!?! The wonderful flavor additive in Chinese food - my favorite cuisine after Portuguese food!?! No way! I love that stuff! Well, folks, I happened to have been eating Chinese food that weekend in April that I hadn't had in some time, and when I looked back at all the other episodes I had... yeah you know where this is going. Not only had I been eating a ton of Chinese food, but also the other foods I was eating had plenty of MSG in them. So, I started cutting it out and from April '09 until October '09 I was problem-free!

However, that isn't to say I haven't had issues. I still have very minor episodes, but it turns out that it can be either MSG or bad gas. I've adjusted my diet accordingly and it's helped quite a bit. Unfortunately, there are still other issues I gotta take care of, but things are looking up. One by one, House-style, we're getting things in order and patching me up.

Update:

The latest results from recent CT Scans show that I'm still here and still awesome!

Welcome to me!

Alright. Well. I'm finally a part of the blogosphere. Where the Hell's all the cake? This is somewhat disappointing.

Anywho...

So, here be my blog. Like all the millions of other people who have one, this is just a place for my bullshit. Really. Just bullshit. Sorry if you were hoping for some tips on how to actually be awesome at life. Ya know. Come to think of it. There may just be a few tidbits that may help you on the path to awesomality, but I assure you they'll be few and far between. Best you hit up Tony Robbin's blog or something. Does he even have one? If he did, could he type it himself? Those banana hands of his would require a custom keyboard. One much greater than the size of what I'm using right now. I'm actually afraid to see what his fingers would do to my lovely Macbook Pro's keyboard!

Ok, enough of that. Let's get this bitch going already! Um...

Crap! I forgot what I was gonna say. To be continued...