Being the good and honest white peep that he is, Diesel was often shocked at some of the Asian schemes I pulled to save some money.
However, I am proud to announce that some of that has been rubbing off on him. Today, when he took Drew to the aquarium, Diesel LIED about having THREE children, so he could save money by buying a FAMILY PASS.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Diesel Is an Egg
Seno once said that Diesel was a "good egg," but I call Diesel an egg for other reasons: white on the outside, yellow on the inside.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
God Bless DDR!
Tim and I have been busy remodelling his kitchen, so although I was very excited about finally cracking open my DDR set and joining the new dance revolution, I just never got around to doing it. Never, that is, until this weekend.
In honor of the greatest Japanese invention of the decade, I decided to throw a DDR party last Friday. This was, of course, only an excuse to catch up with friends and give everybody a chance to bust out those dance moves that they've been saving for a special occasion. And believe me, these were moves that I had NEVER seen before, moves that had been hidden for a REASON. For the most part, people were horrible, but I think everybody had fun.
The next night we had a dinner party and had some more friends over. Even though this was not a party revolving around DDR, we did end up playing it...again. I even have some footage of the Barb vs. Tim duel, which I will be uploading somewhere shortly. I can't say either of them have been elevated to the title of DDR Master, but I got to say that the little video is damn funny.
What I am most thankful for about this weekend, is the fact that Tim and I have inspired others to get their own DDR sets: Tarah ebayed hers right after the party, and Barb just asked Tim if she should buy the PS2 or XBox version of the game. Got bless DDR!
In honor of the greatest Japanese invention of the decade, I decided to throw a DDR party last Friday. This was, of course, only an excuse to catch up with friends and give everybody a chance to bust out those dance moves that they've been saving for a special occasion. And believe me, these were moves that I had NEVER seen before, moves that had been hidden for a REASON. For the most part, people were horrible, but I think everybody had fun.
The next night we had a dinner party and had some more friends over. Even though this was not a party revolving around DDR, we did end up playing it...again. I even have some footage of the Barb vs. Tim duel, which I will be uploading somewhere shortly. I can't say either of them have been elevated to the title of DDR Master, but I got to say that the little video is damn funny.
What I am most thankful for about this weekend, is the fact that Tim and I have inspired others to get their own DDR sets: Tarah ebayed hers right after the party, and Barb just asked Tim if she should buy the PS2 or XBox version of the game. Got bless DDR!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Wedding Contract for Ben
I, Benjamin Scott Licona, do hereby commit myself to attend my good friend Kelly Chow's wedding to her fiance Tim (Diesel) Sale to take place at the Alderbrook Lodge Saturday, September 2nd, 2006.
I am obliged to go to this most important event, for which I have received an eight-month notice. I will not, under any circumstances (except for death), fail to be present at this event. Should any unforeseen circumtances come up, I am required to notify Kelly Chow immediately and trust in her decision to excuse my absence.
If, however, my absence is not excused, I will compensate her with an item to be determined by a board composed of both Lauren Choi (witness) and Kelly Chow, who will be fair and reasonable. This item will be no less than $500 and no more than $1000.
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Please sign: Ben Licona
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Please sign: Lauren Choi (witness)
Thursday, January 19, 2006
The New Dance Revolution
"Don't drink and do DDR"
Sound advice from a 15-year-old kid. It was 9:30, and after watching the new Queen Latifah movie, Tim and I decided to go to GameWorks.True, we were about twice as old as the other kids there. And yes, the game that we ended up playing was RIGHT IN FRONT of the place, by all the windows, where EVERYBODY can see you. But we didn't care. We were up for a night of DDR.
"What the heck is DDR?," you ask.
Well, DDR is only the COOLEST GAME EVER, aka DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION (yes, "dance" twice, not just for effect, but because it's truly about dancing).
Here are the components of this most exciting and fun game:
1) Game itself with tons of Eurotrash hits
2) Dancing pads, which provide quite a workout
Now, the white boy and the Asian girl really sucked indeed (I did take off my boots so I could dance better, only to have the workers there tell me to put them back on), but we had fun. So much so, in fact, that I decided to buy the home version of DDR.
Upon arriving at work today, my friend Lauren and I spent several minutes ebaying the item. I was stunned at the amount of DDR games/pads that are out there!
Apparently I was totally unaware of the dance revolution that is taking place out there. Unlike the 70's disco dance revolution, this dance revolution is taking place in the houses of geeks all over the world! Geeks who will not leave their house, but feel very comfortable busting out their Napoleon Dynamite moves in the safety of their home.
I'm no geek, but I am gladly joining this dance revolution. I shall organize a dance-athon even and invite all my girlfriends. This will be FUN!
D00d!!! I just found out there are REAL DDR COMPETITIONS! Check out this link, it's really inspirational videos:
3rd Place Champ 2002
DDR'ing to Ricky Martin
Large and in charge do the DDR
My peeps do the DDR
AND, there are organized teams that practice and get ready for competitions. To find your local chapter, click here.
Sound advice from a 15-year-old kid. It was 9:30, and after watching the new Queen Latifah movie, Tim and I decided to go to GameWorks.True, we were about twice as old as the other kids there. And yes, the game that we ended up playing was RIGHT IN FRONT of the place, by all the windows, where EVERYBODY can see you. But we didn't care. We were up for a night of DDR.
"What the heck is DDR?," you ask.
Well, DDR is only the COOLEST GAME EVER, aka DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION (yes, "dance" twice, not just for effect, but because it's truly about dancing).
Here are the components of this most exciting and fun game:
1) Game itself with tons of Eurotrash hits
2) Dancing pads, which provide quite a workout
Now, the white boy and the Asian girl really sucked indeed (I did take off my boots so I could dance better, only to have the workers there tell me to put them back on), but we had fun. So much so, in fact, that I decided to buy the home version of DDR.
Upon arriving at work today, my friend Lauren and I spent several minutes ebaying the item. I was stunned at the amount of DDR games/pads that are out there!
Apparently I was totally unaware of the dance revolution that is taking place out there. Unlike the 70's disco dance revolution, this dance revolution is taking place in the houses of geeks all over the world! Geeks who will not leave their house, but feel very comfortable busting out their Napoleon Dynamite moves in the safety of their home.
I'm no geek, but I am gladly joining this dance revolution. I shall organize a dance-athon even and invite all my girlfriends. This will be FUN!
D00d!!! I just found out there are REAL DDR COMPETITIONS! Check out this link, it's really inspirational videos:
3rd Place Champ 2002
DDR'ing to Ricky Martin
Large and in charge do the DDR
My peeps do the DDR
AND, there are organized teams that practice and get ready for competitions. To find your local chapter, click here.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Weird Geek Looks for Love
Ok, so unfortunately I have had the very unpleasant experience of being asked out by Geeks over e-mail, but this is ridiculous!
Keep in mind that "Weird Geek" (whose identity shall not be revealed...He might not have any self-respect, but I'm trying to help him out here...) is a complete stranger.
All of Weird Geek's e-mails are in "slimy green," which is what he is...slimy.
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:07 PM
To: Kelly Chow
Subject: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Yo, Good to see, Galen, eh? Glad you made it by last night.
How about Friday, can you make the Heat? Best game all year? Maybe the Eastern Conference finalists? Can you make it?
D Weird Geek
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From: Kelly Chow
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:10 PM
To: Weird GeekSubject: RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Hi Weird Geek, I don't think this was meant for me...Just want to make sure you send it to the right person...
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:15 PM
To: Kelly ChowSubject:
RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Ah... nope. That's embarrassing. It was meant for my buddy CHRIS Chow. Oops. Well, since I haven't asked him yet, wanna go instead? lol
Thanks, Weird Geek
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From: Kelly Chow
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:19 PM
To: Weird GeekSubject:
RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
:) I think your buddy would appreciate the game more than I ever would :)
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:36 PM
To: Kelly Chow
Subject: RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Right on. Sorry bout that. D
Keep in mind that "Weird Geek" (whose identity shall not be revealed...He might not have any self-respect, but I'm trying to help him out here...) is a complete stranger.
All of Weird Geek's e-mails are in "slimy green," which is what he is...slimy.
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:07 PM
To: Kelly Chow
Subject: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Yo, Good to see, Galen, eh? Glad you made it by last night.
How about Friday, can you make the Heat? Best game all year? Maybe the Eastern Conference finalists? Can you make it?
D Weird Geek
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From: Kelly Chow
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:10 PM
To: Weird GeekSubject: RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Hi Weird Geek, I don't think this was meant for me...Just want to make sure you send it to the right person...
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:15 PM
To: Kelly ChowSubject:
RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Ah... nope. That's embarrassing. It was meant for my buddy CHRIS Chow. Oops. Well, since I haven't asked him yet, wanna go instead? lol
Thanks, Weird Geek
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From: Kelly Chow
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:19 PM
To: Weird GeekSubject:
RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
:) I think your buddy would appreciate the game more than I ever would :)
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From: Weird Geek
Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 3:36 PM
To: Kelly Chow
Subject: RE: Sonics... Friday night... Mr. Payton returns
Right on. Sorry bout that. D
Thursday, January 05, 2006
I'm Getting a CROWN!
"And for what?," you ask?
For my CAVITIES, that's why!
After several years dodging the dreadful visit to the dentist, I finally got up the courage to go. And only because I was convinced that I had A (as opposed to "several") cavity.
The dentist, who was very nice and seemed to be knowledgeable, tried to explain to me what a crown is. Technicalities aside, it all boils down to this: crowns are for people who are old and/or have bad teeth.
I was totally unconsoled by the fact that my dentist said 1) "all of the teeth he had were crowns" and that 2) "he got his first crown at 24."
If anything, the thought of having a dentist whose own front teeth are all crowns only made me more nervous. Should I really be putting my oral health in the hands of a dentist that doesn't know how to floss and/or doesn't brush his teeth often enough?
Trepidation aside, his second reason didn't ease my concerns either; after all, getting your first crown is not like getting your first period, a milestone celebrated by every young lady, excited about entering puberty and womanhood (only to find out that having your period every month sucks).
If anything, I'm one stop closer to toothlessness.
And get this: The "procedure" (deemed as such to disguise the shame I feel for having crowns put in) will cost me over $1,000 out of pocket! Even with insurance, which covers about 50% of it. The only bright side is that they'll give me laughing gas during the procedure (note that I'll have to pay extra for the laughing gas), which means I'll be laughing all the way to the bank--and my overdrawn account...literally.
So that was the perfect end to my "comcastic" (in honor of Comcast, responsible for my defunct Internet connection--hooray to unfairly exorbitant cable fees which forces people like me to pull the plug on cable!--I did it last night) day.
For my CAVITIES, that's why!
After several years dodging the dreadful visit to the dentist, I finally got up the courage to go. And only because I was convinced that I had A (as opposed to "several") cavity.
The dentist, who was very nice and seemed to be knowledgeable, tried to explain to me what a crown is. Technicalities aside, it all boils down to this: crowns are for people who are old and/or have bad teeth.
I was totally unconsoled by the fact that my dentist said 1) "all of the teeth he had were crowns" and that 2) "he got his first crown at 24."
If anything, the thought of having a dentist whose own front teeth are all crowns only made me more nervous. Should I really be putting my oral health in the hands of a dentist that doesn't know how to floss and/or doesn't brush his teeth often enough?
Trepidation aside, his second reason didn't ease my concerns either; after all, getting your first crown is not like getting your first period, a milestone celebrated by every young lady, excited about entering puberty and womanhood (only to find out that having your period every month sucks).
If anything, I'm one stop closer to toothlessness.
And get this: The "procedure" (deemed as such to disguise the shame I feel for having crowns put in) will cost me over $1,000 out of pocket! Even with insurance, which covers about 50% of it. The only bright side is that they'll give me laughing gas during the procedure (note that I'll have to pay extra for the laughing gas), which means I'll be laughing all the way to the bank--and my overdrawn account...literally.
So that was the perfect end to my "comcastic" (in honor of Comcast, responsible for my defunct Internet connection--hooray to unfairly exorbitant cable fees which forces people like me to pull the plug on cable!--I did it last night) day.
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