Rights and Wrongs

I think it it might be time for us, as a nation, to look ourselves. We have gotten too loose with our rights. I mean, think about it. Sure we have the right to free speech. But is it right to yell "FIRE!" at a crowded book burning?

Summer Days

Jesus, Mary and The Spook! Has it really been over two weeks since last I posted? I apologize I have been really busy, and by busy I mean lazy. Today marks the start of school and the non-equinoxal end of summer. I have to say this has been a pretty awesome summer. I deserve it. I do! Over the past five summers I have been shit on. In fact, one of these summer I believe I was literally shat on. (Damned two-storied outhouse!) This one was really fantastic. Let me list, because I am lazy, the ways this summer rocked:

1. Made a bunch of new and really great friends. I haven't done that since I moved to Chapel Hill in 1988 and rolled with my neighborhood crew, "The BMX Boys". I am sure if we ever hang outside the 'sphere you all will like them.
2. Found old friends. Thanks myspace.
3. I never went broke all summer long. I know money doesn't equal happiness, but it sure as shit helps.
4. Passed two summer session classes leaving me with only three classes until GRADUATION! WHAT! I am shaking at the thought of it. All my classes I was in today, I just kept thinking, "This is the last sylabus I will have to look at." Oh, and the party will be off the meat rack.
5. Visited places I have never even thought I'd go to. Chicago (the return of an old standard), Milwaukee (There is a whole other post on that one coming) Dover, NH, and Kennebunkport. All were pretty cool in there own way.
6. I won the Best Radio DJ in the Triangle by the readers of Independent Weekly. I have never been more excited in my life. I still can't believe it.

I am sure if the Yankees don't make the World Series again this year, this will be the best summer in recent memory.

How's your Tuesday, Matt?

Better now? Good.

Tipping, China

So after my kickball game the other night, "Free Action" went out for a drink. "Free Action" is my kickball team. We went to Sammy's in Mission Valley and got a couple of drinks. There were Bud Light girls giving out freebies so I got two from them, and I got two beers from our waitress. Then, it is bill time. I get mine, and it is $5.00. I usually pay in cash, but everyone else was going credit card crazy! I give the girl a $10 and expect 5 one-dollar bills when she gets back. What happens next is I get 3 one-dollar bills. Gigga what? She took it upon herself to take a tip out of my change.

I am an excellent tipper...now. If the service was good (it wasn't), then I tip well. If the waitress is dressed skanky (she was), the I tip well. She was looking at getting $4 on a $5 tab, intead she took what she wanted and got no more from Rochester. She played herself. I think the rest of the table would not have been so lenient on tipping. Why did she assume she had to take her cut before I could do so? I mean, your belly ring and pubic bone are popping out in front of my face, you switch the WSOP (the worst thing on TV) off to a baseball game, and I kept saying thank you and making eye contact with you when you came over to our table. Where, I ask, where does she get off doing that?

My Ratings System

At WKNC, we have no real way of knowing how many people are listening. What we do have is a web listeners counter. Last week, I hit my all time high of 118. Not so much this week, but still kind of cool to look at my peaks and valleys.

Annie & Truck!

I am pretty sure, this link means you owe me a beer!

The Break-Up

So, J-Mo broke up with his girlfriend of about a year two month ago. I don't know the circumstances, but I do know she took it kind of rough. She really kind of went crazy. It started with an e-mail sent to all the people she had addresses for:

FYI: J-M0 pulled the plug. He didn't even have the courage to tell
me in person. Just when you think you know someone.

This was just step one. Following that she started calling people. I am talking random people. She called his Mom. She called one of his female friends and accused her of causing the split. This female friend has a boyfriend of her own for roughly a year and J-Mo finds her a bit annoying from time to time. So, that was nuts. Then she called me one Sunday morning. As anyone who has hung-out with me on Saturdays would know, I don't do Sunday mornings. It was not a fun or productive phone conversation. And the worst part is it was the house phone. So, I couldn't even do the whole "cell phone breaking up" dealy. Truly horrible. She started text messaging friends and acting like she thought it was sent to someone else. Then, when that failed she satrted e-mailing J-Mo pictures of her with other dudes. Ladies, help me understand this one. Why would a guy who broke up with you care if you are out with another man? I would think they would encourage it. The most recent one was my personal favorite. (BTW J-Mo send the e-mails and photos to all his buddies and it kind of becomes a fun caption righting contest.)
The e-mail for this (image 8) simply said "Dr. McDreamy and I at the Blue Martini". Now, none of us watch "Grey's Anatomy", so the reference was lost on us. My sister had to clearify what the hell she was talking about. We are taking bets on how long it'll be until she send J-Mo a grainy green video ala Paris Hilton.

Good Morning!

For no reason at all, a man being eaten by a giant snake. Have a nice day!

Wordplay

I was at one of nine jobs of Saturday. It is one of those jobs that requires you to look at girls in the parking lot and follow it up with an uncomfortable comment. I had a great zinger. Two girls were walking into the hardware store. My co-worker wonder why they were not coming into our store. I said, "Yeah, forget the hardware store. They should come over here to the semi-hardware store."

Delicious.

Everyone is doing it...

...they let anyone on MySpace. ANYONE!

There's a New Hampshire now?

My sister is up in New Hampshire for a month long training session for her work. She decided to save a little money and moved into a creepy old boarding house for the month. I helped her get there. It has 15 rooms and two of them are occupied by Angel, a large lesbian, and Sylvia, a 50 year old "shut in". My sister sent me a message today talking about her experiences with her "housemates".

1. Have yet to see Sylvia out of her plaid bathroom.
2. Yesterday a freshly baked, home made cherry pie was cooling on the kitchen table, later that night, said pie pan was awaiting a scrub down in the sink. Contents still missing.
3. Four, yes FOUR, empty Lean Cuisine Meatloaf boxes were discarded in the kitchen trash.
4. Both the tiny showers don't have enough room for me to get the soap off of my rear end which constantly leaves me scratching my head in wonder as to HOW in the world my "robust" housemate cleans herself.
More notes from New Hampshire to follow.

Fun With J-Biz's Wife

It sounds dirtier than it really is. I call over to J-Biz's house yesterday because I wanted to remind him of the Sade cover band that is going to be at King's this Saturday. He had mentioned he wanted to go bowling, but I mean come on. Sade cover band! When do you ever hear about that. Well, J-Biz's old lady is trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances. She has a need to pair up everything. That's why they have two dogs, a salt AND pepper shaker and they sleep in twin beds like Rob & Laura Petrie. So this is the phone conversation that occurred:

• ROCHESTER: She got a big booty?
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: Um, sure.
• ROCHESTER: Yeah, I'll give her a call then.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: Are you seeing someone?
• ROCHESTER: No.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: John said you were seeing some girl a couple of weekends ago.
• ROCHESTER: What?
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: He said you were seeing some girl like two Saturdays ago.
• ROCHESTER: Oh! (laughs) No! No! I saw that girl on a Saturday night. I am not currently seeing her, consistently.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: (laughs) Oh my!
• ROCHESTER: Indeed.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: I see.
• ROCHESTER: I hope you do. For J-Biz's sake.

Stolen myspace Comment

This made me laugh...HARDCORE:

I almost called you from my brother's apartment when I picked up Zoe b/c Selena told me that someone IMed her and said that Fred Durst died. And my response you ask?!? "Did he die from being a douche?"

Not So Weekend..

Truck isn't the only one who can sum up her weekend on her blog. I will refrain from doing it in the third person, because that is Vallario ridiculous.

FRIDAY: Did a hot ass radio show. Got my Best DJ plaque. Worked until 10:30. Drank a lot of beer and played Table Tennis on J-Mo's new X-Box 360 until 4:30 in the morning. That game is addictive. I don't know why.
SATURDAY: Woke up hella early for no good reason. Realized by gaming thumb was red and sore. Couldn't use the TV remote with it, so I went lefty. There is something unholy about that. Worked at until 7:30 and met up with the Crue (aka Matt, 3000, J-Mo, and J-Biz). J-Biz rarely goes out drinking in Rally, but when he does we always go to the exact same Irish bar. I gave him a guarantee that we would not go there this time. Then, this girl wanted to meet up with J-Mo and she was all (yeah I did that), "We are at the Irish bar J-Biz doesn't want to go to. Come meet us." I stuck close to my guns and we went to Bates Battaglia's bar. There are always plenty of hot and/or skanky girls there, so it won. One drink turned into two. And two turned in to too many. All I know is, I stayed up waaaaay too late again. I was out of popcorn and I never made it to the bible reading I was supposed to do.
SUNDAY: Woke up early for no good reason , again. Got a phone call from Rev. Fotopolis wondering why I missed bible reading. I told him, I was worshiping Shiva now and hung up him. I made the couch my home and watch soccer all day. Best part about the World Cup? No more filthy Dutchmen in it. Thanks Portugal! Went to work, thus marking my 24th straight day of work with out a day off. God, do I love being American or what. Fucking Europeans get like 3 months off a year! Got off of work and caught The Venture Brothers season premiere. It was awesome. Fell asleep during the credits and dreamed about blogging this.

Scientology Works!

David Feherty, an recovering alcoholic golf analyst who is also being treated for depression, had this to say about the ethos that is Dianetics:

Tom Cruise says there's no such thing as depression, that you can get better with physical exercise. Well, he's right-beating the shit out of Tom Cruise would be physical all right, and it would cheer me up.

I am all that is MAN!

The readers have spoken! And they said that Rochester is the best fucking DJ in the Triangle. Thanks to all who voted. Thanks to all those who voted twice (Mom). I am so high off of this right now. This is way better than the sticky-icky (Truck). This too awesome!

Hmmmm...

...this is not such a bad idea. I mean, he won back-to-back-to-back AAU National Championships. I know Fred McGriff gives it his full endorsement. This is an idea that gets results!

What..

..the fuck!

Depressing...

So I am on mySpace looking up people, who don't want to be looked up and adding them to my friends list, because we never really were friends to start with, and I accidentally hit on my page to add myself as a friend. This message pops up:

• "You cannot add yourself as a friend."

Ouch. That is kind of harsh. I think the people at mySpace need to look at themselves before they start looking at others. You have to love yourself, before you love others. Am I right? Hey, Tons-of-Fun, where are you on this whole mySpace sphere, too. This is the kind of shit you were made for.

This happened in my world...