Definitions to help you through the weekend...

pre-business - what the smart geek will tell you he is studying instead of engineering.

the one - a mythical beast that exists only in fairy tales and in the minds of schizophrenics.

the other - what one calls his/her significant other when they realize that my definition of "the one" is correct so far...

the one right now - what generally happens in bars late at night, after several rounds

a girl with a great personality - see above

a really nice guy - see above

"let's just be friends" - "you just might be the one, for all I know, but you just seem like (a really nice guy / a girl with a great personality) so it won't like happen... not even if you were the one right now."

f**kbuddy - an alternate version of the other...

cropdusting - the art of farting in a location and walking away, leaving a trail of... scent to catch the unwary. Most often done in grocery or retail stores, the cropduster often stays at one end of the aisle to see what effect his chemical dispersion has on its victims, intended or otherwise.

cock-blocking - Causing interference between a predator and his intended victim, pre coitus. Acting in such a manner as to eliminate any chance of said predator of scoring.

wingman - the one who gets to pick up the OTHER person at the table where the hottie is sitting, or at least prevent the intended target's wingman from properly protecting his/her interests and/or safety. Unfair treatment of a wingman can easily lead to cock-blocking by said wingman, so be kind to your wingman.

mating call - when the blonde says, "I'm SOOOO drunk." Can also cause the spontaneous eruption of cock-blocking occurrences across an entire room.

My apologies to all for the lameness of this post, but it's the best I could come up with on such short notice and with only a few minutes on hand to make some crap up (and borrow things I've heard, of course)... feel free to add to this list. Perhaps I will make a compendium of it and create a new subsection of the Wiktionary with just these types of words and phrases... could be fun.

Have a great weekend all! I got a ton of birthday/reception/pool parties to go to...

after I mow my lawn.

Dammit.

So...

I've been taking a beating from numerous people these past MONTH for a decision I made after a REALLY long 2 and a half year sojourn in life. It wasn't a decision lightly made - I mean, come on, it took over 2 years - nor was it made as a statement or anything else. It certainly wasn't one of the most popular decisions I've ever made - of course, popular decisions are never hard ones, except perhaps on the individual. When the individual makes a choice that is UNpopular is when they truly must test the character of their conviction in the face of those who oppose...

and so it is with me.

But you would think that after a month of it, it would let up.

I guess not.

The worst part about decisions like this is that it unfortunately can be the thing that draws the line on the map, dividing those who wish to be your friends through the good and bad times, and those to whom you were apparently no more than a convenience, oddity, entertainment, or somehow otherwise useful. Sad, but true.

or perhaps it is my viewpoint about friendship that is skewed.

It is quite possible.

I've had friends who hated other friends I had. It was never a comfortable situation for me, but as one who always takes the devil's advocate role, I've found that the truth is found in the middle, and perception truly is what makes the demarcations as clear as they seem to be... but the truth is almost always some other shade of pale. But I could keep both sets of friends, if only because I am ever the one who hopes those oft-foolish divisions can somehow be mended with the passing of time...

sometimes even I am the optimist, rather than the realist I claim to be.

I would simply deal with them as individuals... I kept them separate... I avoided the topic of the "enemy" and simply kept them compartmentalized that way until I could find opportunities to try and mend those broken and shattered fenceposts.

I suppose that's why it hurts the most when those who call you friend turn their back on you when times like these arise...

but I guess there is something to be said for those of fair weather... cause at least you can enjoy the sunshine sometimes when the ones who hold you up in the storm are out at sea...

And Just So We're Clear on This

I know Yoko got all sorts of media attention and publicity. It's amazing what one can accomplish by riding on the coattails of a famous genius. At that level of public appeal or notoriety, even BAD publicity is GOOD publicity.

Just look at Courtney Love. We "know" she had Kurt killed, don't we? And Anna Nicole Smith? Those breasts earned her large bank and the ability to actually have a television show which was popular just for her drug-addled antics!

Yoko was probably not the first.

But she's probably still one of the most famous/infamous.

She killed the Beatles.

Well, she probably didn't kill the Beatles ACTUALLY, but she certainly provided the fuel and drive to break the camel's back and drive a wedge around our famous genius John Lennon.

It doesn't take an honorary doctorate or even a grammy won on a coattail to figure THAT out...

I Got Yoko Ono'd

That's right. I got Yoko Ono'd right out of the band.

be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono Whoa-whoa-whoa

How ironic that not just a week or so ago we considered learning that song at one of our fun two-man practices... and now, whoa, irony.

I've since vented and now I'm just sad. I feel sad for lots of people, including myself, who had to somehow get swept up in a drama that never should have been - as most drama never should be - a drama that was pent up full of annoyances, grievances, frustrations, questionable choices, misconceptions, misperceptions, and a few flat out lies to give it a nasty bite...

the end result is still the same
without a band I so remain
my question still is what's been gained
the cheese being rubbed out like a stain?

Sad.

And who really lost here? Maybe everyone. Lots of people seem to be making themselves out to be the victim here... myself included. But who really lost here? Well, I definitely did. And some made sure they'd lost what was left of my friendship. And maybe I count myself a better friend than I really am... probably so. I think we all like to think of ourselves as being really good at being a friend... so who knows? I know in some ways, I really am a crappy friend... but I also know I do have your back when it counts.

And maybe that's enough.

Maybe.

It's enough for me.

And who knows? Maybe I've gained something I never thought to notice before.

My manhood.

Could be. News at 11.

Song in the Key of Key-rap

So once again, it looks as if my band's very existence is threatened.... along with friendships that are years old. And for what?

I suppose you could say it's my stupidity. Maybe it's my overabundance of "guydom"/lack of "manhood" - those of you who know Lloyd Dobbler know of which I speak.

I should have said something then about all that I knew then. Should have been direct and confronted all parties and gotten everyone together... but I played like a guy and just let it slide.

In retrospect, that was a REAL stupid move.

Ahh well... maybe I'll go into more detail later. I am just so tired of this unnecessary KEY-RAP!