Remember "Fist" can be a Verb.

I know I've been pretty lax in my updates lately. I haven't been in the best frame of mind of late and I know it would reflect in my entries so I've held off. Even so, inspiration hasn't been strong in bubbling up to the surface. When you are in a pissy mood, it doesn't make for entertaining writing unless it can be twisted into something funny. Unfortunately, most of it can't be turned into humorous anecdotes yet. Maybe down the road, but not yet. As Newtie loves to say, "It's not your turn in the barrel, but what barrel are you in today?" If I believed in it, I'm pretty sure I would say, if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all, but I am pretty good at cards, so it all balances out...kinda.

I've always found it neat that certain career's congregate at certain places. More specifically, certain bars cater to certain career path's. There are bars where lawyers hang out, as well as for cops and doctors. I'm kind of curious as to where the bar is that IT people hang out in, and strip joints don't count. I know lots of fellow IT people who hang out there, but that's not really my scene anymore. I don't think I've been into a peeler's since I was 20 or so. I've always likened it to an expensive restaurant. Why would I go somewhere where I can't afford to sample (or want to for that matter) the wares? To me, it's just an exercise of frustration, and in my later visits to the rippers, I was just going to drink and hang out rather than ogle the sleazy women. I was pretty sure I could find bars where the company was better and the drinks weren't seven dollars a piece. Have you ever noticed the commonality between strip joints and movie theater's? They both have sticky floors, and I'm pretty sure it's not pop that's making the floors sticky in the strip joint. How's that for a disgusting thought. Anyhow, back to the point at hand. You'd think after doing this job for ten or fifteen years, I would have found this bar by now. The more I think about it, it would be a pretty silly place to even exist. The entire host of patrons would constantly be leaving because of "emergencies" that would come into their blackberries, and be sitting on their cell phones assisting users with pebcak error's all night. Oh, and that would also mean that us IT folks would have the time and the money to hang out somewhere...Back in the attic BitterMan.

Speaking of bars, where do all the single people in my age bracket with half a brain hang out? Before I delve into this one I should point out that it was not my goal to go out scoping this weekend. It's more of an observation than anything. I went out to meet K and company for a few drinks this weekend at a bar in Waterloo. The place I was meeting them has a casual bar as well as a dance club inside of it. I was meeting them in the casual area of the bar, but for some reason they were herding us through the dance club in order to get into the other area. There was a waiting list to get in, so I ended up wandering around the dance club for 45 minutes or so. Normally I wouldn't wait to drink, but because I was meeting people I decided to take a look around. To say I'm into dance clubs would be like saying the pope is a good lay. Firstly, I cannot stand most dance music. It's very disposable and has no passion behind it. Secondly, drunk 20 year olds haven't found where their level of acceptable intoxication is. They are either sober and annoying, or drunk and extremely annoying. Thirdly, it was like walking through the perfume section in walmart. Every other step I was walking through the stink from somebody who bathed in there perfume or cologne. And last, but not least, all the bouncers in dance clubs are dicks. They probably wanted to be cops, but couldn't pass the police exams, so they're pissed at the world and take it out on everyone. Admittedly the scenery in dance clubs is nice, but my god, it's like watching the Upper class Twit of the Year award. This is another one of those paragraphs that had a point at the beginning, but I lost it as I was writing it. Once again, all the abuse I did to my brain in my teen years appears to have claimed another victim.

That's about all I have in me tonight. I'll try to update more often rolling forward. Maybe next week's barrel will have a bit more of a view and give me some more inspiration. Today's quote has a great Double entendre and has nothing to do with this entry whatsoever.

I wish Blackstar was still on. And G-force.

"Never eat more than you can lift."
Miss Piggy