loathing dogs

I don't mean to offend dog lovers, but I've come to the recent conclusion that I loathe dogs. And, you know, I'm sure yours is the perfect dog, but I'll tell you the ones that stick in my mind.

It's the ones that live on every side of our new house that bark constantly the second they see you or someone walking down the street. It's the ones that jump up on you ten times, even though their owner tells them each time to get down or sit or whatever. It's the ones you hear about on the news that are ripping at the throats of 3-year-olds and 80-year-olds (usually it's pit bulls).

I know that I'm generalizing. And I shouldn't. I've met some find and upstanding dogs in my day. But it's not just dogs that can't behave. It's what dogs have done to the human race. Or perhaps we've done it to ourselves.

We dress these asshole dogs up in clothing. They don't need clothing. There are doggy ice cream treats on the market. And on and on.

And while I first heard it from Jerry Seinfeld in his stand-up act a while back, he makes an excellent point. If visitors from another planet came to observe Earth, they would see dogs leading humans around and the humans are picking up their shit. He posed the question: who would the aliens think were the dominant species?

Some people border on being slaves to their dogs and it amazes me. I know that you have to give time to your dog, or it will be one of those misbehaving psycho dogs, but it seems like a delicate balance could be found. But what do I know?

I'm a hamster and fish guy myself. (Ah, one of the neighbor dogs is going on one of his barking binges. Perfect time to end my post.)

Hit on

I was driving to St. Louis with Gretchen three weekends ago when we stopped in Columbia, Missouri for some gas at Quiktrip (a fine establishment). I got out and began to pump my gas. All of a sudden, this dude on the other side of the pump, filling his car, says to me, "Nice car." It took me a second to realize he was speaking to me, mainly because I was driving Gretchen's 2003 Honda Civic. No offense to Gretchen and other Civic owners, but a Civic just isn't the type of car that one gets complimented on. My pump stopped and I got back in the car.

I didn't pick up on anything until Gretchen piped up and said, "Was that guy talking to you?" I said yes and he told me I had a nice car. "I think he was hitting on you," she said. I thought a moment and then all the pieces fell into place. Yes, he WAS hitting on me. The guy was scrawny, with glasses, and you could consider him slightly effeminate. Our squeegees awkwardly met at the water bin hanging on the column. He complimented me on "my" Honda Civic. I was hit on by a gay man.

This is not a problem at all. I think it's happened a couple times before. And trust me, I'm flattered. I'm either good-looking enough or gay-looking enough to be hit on. I'll assume good-looking. (When I think back, when I said, "Actually, it's my fiancee's..." that probably sent the no-go signal to the guy. Who knows where it would have ended up at that point? Sharing a taquito, perhaps, Lady and the Tramp-style?)

top 5 lists

Tagged by Jackie:

In the kitchen:

1. fry cooker (Gretchen makes good fries, in lard mind you, not oil or some weak stuff like that)
2. Sasha Poell(American Family Insurance agent) letter opener - I much prefer the clean slice of a letter opener as opposed to just using a finger; it's just so messy
3. pen and pad of paper - I'm a list-maker, and that's what's needed to, you know, make lists
4. self-propelled electric can opener - I put the can in, start it, WALK AWAY, go do something else for five or ten seconds, I get back, and BOOM, the can is open for me
5. pictures on the fridge (including me and Gretchen, me and my niece, Olivia, and my freakishly large football-playing younger brother)

In the closet (various closets, I should say):

1. CDs that aren't in my car (most of them are good; some I regret ever buying, but that'll happen)
2. old print issues of The Onion
3. a box fan (I prefer to sleep with a fan or something else that makes a calming noise)
4. solid-colored t-shirts (green, black, and brown, among others)
5. tennis shoes (i have a old pair for lawn mowing, etc., a kind of new pair for casual wear, and a new pair for b-ball and v-ball)

In my bag (or briefcase really):

1. my planner (I can't stress that enough)
2. current issue of The Onion
3. current book I'm reading (in this case, Under and Alone by William Queen, this badass who went undercover in a motorcycle gang and then busted a bunch of them -- it ain't deep reading, but I'm fascinating by crim e books and things like that)
4. my fancy leather portfolio (trust me, it impresses people -- only mine was only $9.99, yet still impressive)
5. my business card (currently saying Mike Postiglione, Estimating, someday to say ESTIMATOR)

At the office:

1. my computer speakers (on which I listen to the Wildcat 91.9 online most of the time)
2. my ScrabbleGram and Onion daily desk calendars (as an aside, here's an interview with John D. Williams, Jr., Executive Director of the National Scrabble Association)
3. every color of highlighter (used during drawing take-offs)
4. daily to-do list (created in Word and printed out at the end of the day)
5. digitizer board (where take-off is done; it's actually kind of fun, believe it or not)

At home:

1. a bottle or can of thrifty beer (say, Milwaukee's Best Light or Natural Light)
2. my computer (a lot of entertainment from one box, that's what I always say)
3. my leather recliner (recently acquired from Gretchen's cousin's grandparents, and it is comfy)
4. my bed
5. foosball table (working on becoming a master, but I have a ways to go)


I tag Chris R. and Eric W. if no one has yet, anyway.

musicians I wish I'd seen and BOB HUGGINS

The following is a list of musicians I wish I had had the chance to see (and the past tense I use in the case of a few of the still active bands or musicians refers to them in their prime, b/c i just have a feeling that some of them just ain't the same today as they were 30 years ago):

Blind Melon
Jimi Hendrix
Bob Dylan
The Who
The Beatles
The Band
Pantera (I've seen them twice, but not until '99 and '01 -- just an electric show)

There are others, but they don't come to mind at this point.


I must admit that I am thoroughly excited about Bob Huggins becoming the new coach of Kansas State basketball. He has an amazing win percentage over 25 years of coaching (I think about .750). He's going to bring awesome recruits to the school, and K-State is going to become really good at basketball, which I think a lot of people had just come to accept wouldn't happen for a long time.

Others bring up his questionable past. He was asked to leave and his contract was bought out at the University of Cincinnati. This probably stemmed from several incidences involving his players and a DUI he has a few years ago. Seeing a timeline of his career might make one a bit skeptical of his character.

Yet, I trust him to do the best job he can do at coaching. I won't worry about his past, as checkered as it is, if he makes K-State basketball a success, which everyone is saying he will. It will be interesting to see how he pans out. Will it be more of the same? Will thug life transcend on Manhattan? Will there be another drunk driver on the road (just what Manhattan needs)? Only time will tell.

The Kansas City Star has a lot of related articles to this legitimately huge story. See the right side of the page for those.

Chef - NCAA tournament - house

Isaac Hayes, who played Chef on South Park, quit the show a couple days ago. He stated that he was tired of the show’s "inappropriate ridicule" of religion. Matt Stone, one of the creators of the show, countered beautifully. He pointed out that Hayes never had a problem when the show made fun of almost every other religion out there, along with gays, pedophiles, and other easy-to-ridicule groups. They recently did an episode lampooning Scientology (which if you ever read up on, you realize it is a really weird religion or group or whatever you might call it). Isaac Hayes is a Scientologist.

No matter how you slice it, this looks bad on Hayes part. It seems that he’s either bowing to pressure from the higher-ups in the church of Scientology, or he is one of the biggest hypocrites in recent memory. The term “double standard” doesn’t do the whole situation justice. “Oh yeah, mock those stupid Mormons, Christians, Jews, and whoever else you’d like. I’ll go along; I’ll collect my (probably) millions. Oh, wait. You’re going to make fun of Scientology? My religion? I have a problem with this.”

Talk about burning a bridge. While I’ll always respect him for the Shaft theme song (and Chef was a pretty funny character too), this is really a black mark on his reputation. And it might not have been, but Matt Stone went ahead and called him out on it.

I think I might get more excited about the NCAA tournament more than any other sporting event during the year. There’s just something about it. I think it’s the single-elimination aspect combined with the ever-present possibility of a big upset. Even the selection show, where you see which teams slip in and which teams get the big stiffy, is an interesting part of the process.

My favorite two days of the basketball year are tomorrow and Friday, when it’s just wall-to-wall basketball on CBS, with several games going on at once. Unfortunately, now that I have a job, it will be hard to catch the 11 AM to 5 PM shift. Back in the good ol’ days of college and high school, I could either skip class or watch it on TVs in the classrooms (if it were study hall or an especially lax teacher). And, I really don’t pay that much attention to college basketball during the year, save for K-State or what I see on Sportcenter, but when it comes to basketball in March, it just has this allure, even if I don’t really have a predilection towards one team or another.

Gretchen and I closed on a house yesterday. We are officially homeowners. This, of course, is exciting and frightening at the same time. It’s good, though, that we’ll finally be investing in something instead of just blowing money on rent. Yet, now I’m responsible for fixing stuff, mowing the lawn, and all that other business. Nothing I can’t handle, but more to handle nonetheless. Here’s a few pics.

follow up to the boob-grab story

This just article just came out about 30 minutes ago.

If you recall, at the Golden Globes, some gay fashion designers grabbed Scarlett Johansson's boob after she arrived at the show. She's finally spoken out about it.

Red carpet groping no fun, star says

I guess the headline is a double entendre in itself, now that I look at it. Though she isn't a redhead. Anyway, I digress.

my office

Some of the women in my office light candles in their areas because they enjoy the smell.

I also have a couple of (free) candles that I brought into the office. There are two reasons I did so.

One, there are times, usually in the early morning, when my body tends to emanate some rather off-putting odors. So, the scent of the candle masks this smell, to some extent.

Secondly, I place the candles on a shelf that is clearly visible down the hallway that leads to my office. This way, it serves as a beacon or warning light to those approaching. "Proceed at your own risk," it subtly reveals.

Slowly, people are realizing what the candles are there for. No, it's not because I'm a "fruit," to quote one of my co-workers. Funnily enough, the few who haven't caught on yet include the ladies in the office who are regular candle users. They visit me every time they spot the candle lit, to either compliment how well my candle goes with theirs, or to check what scent it is today. If they only knew the rest of the story...

Matisyahu, estimating, hoops, Pete and Pete

Two weeks from today, Matisyahu comes to Kansas City for a show. If you haven’t heard of him yet, you probably will soon. He is a Hasidic Jew (this a conservative form of Judaism; he wears the long, uncut beard and will not perform on Friday evenings or Saturdays, out of respect for the Sabbath) who performs reggae. While this kitschy combination is a part of his appeal, his music is very enjoyable. Only recently has his popularity begun to surge. A song of his recently broke into the top ten at a lot of radio stations. (The irony of this is that the song just came on the radio as I wrote this.)

I plan on attending the concert on March 1, as I’ve heard his live show is rather exciting. I also hear, because of his Jewish background, that the crowd is an eclectic mix of the “normal” concert crowd, along with an older Jewish audience. This could be because the content of his music is very faith-based. A few others have expressed interest in attending, and I think it will be a fine concert experience.

I’ve been at my mechanical contracting job for about seven months now and it is still interesting. This bodes well thus far. I’m still learning new things everyday, but with the educational background I have (and the mechanical background that I lack—thank you very much, Environmental Systems I through III), this is the way that I will have to go about it. And I don’t take for granted the opportunity that was offered to me (a mechanical contracting firm hiring an architectural graduate; trust me, architects aren’t spoken too highly of in this office). Anyway, the head estimator has moved back by my office, and this was a beneficial development, I believe. I can walk in and see what he’s working on, and he stops in frequently to see how my practice is going. (I’m practicing on old jobs and then comparing my results to his original estimate.) In due time, the title on my business will change from “Estimating” to “Estimator.” Mark my words.

For the past few Thursdays, I’ve been going to play some pick-up basketball with a co-worker of mine (the estimator mentioned above, actually). Usually, ten or fifteen guys show up. I usually try my hardest when playing sports, be it during a practice or a championship game, so that counts for something in this case. Meaning, I’m probably one of the least talented, basketball-wise, on the court. I mean, I’ll dunk on someone’s ass every now and again, but I’m not fundamentally sound overall. Nevertheless, it’s been good exercise and I enjoy playing. In a way, it brings me back to the glory days of Team Scorch! basketball (if by “glory days” I mean the one season we played and ended up 0-5, being outscored an averaged of 35 points a game, including our inaugural game where we lost 107-31). Yet, I still enjoyed intramural basketball, even if it wasn’t our most successful of Scorch! teams.

And, I’ve recently received DVDs of the old Nickelodeon show, The Adventures of Pete and Pete. I got Season 2 for Christmas, and just received Season 1 for Valentine’s Day yesterday. I don’t know if anyone else used to be a fan, but this show takes me way back. The great thing is that I enjoyed the show when I was a kid because it was very strange and funny. But, now, as I watch these episodes again, I realize there’s really another level to the show that I had no idea was there the first time around. (I sort of equate it to Scrubs in that sense; a show with very goofy humor in general, but that has a serious message somewhere within each episode, no matter how strange it gets) Not to get overly analytical about a TV show, but there aren’t too many shows that just break the mold of your average 30-minute television show. Pete and Pete is one; My Name is Earl, Arrested Development, and Scrubs are a few others that come to mind. Good stuff. Here's one fansite: The Adventures of Pete and Pete

(As a quick and bitter aside, Gretchen and I watched the last four episodes of Arrested Development to be shown on Fox. They were on last Friday. And it really is a sad day when a show as great as this one is ended (at least on one network; there are rumors that a few others might pick up the re-runs or, optimally, new episodes), and crap like Wife Swap, American Idol, and Will and Grace is still on the air (personally, they aren’t worthy of the italics I normally give TV shows and movies). It’s a funny, intelligent show that I don’t think enough of the public gave a chance, nor did Fox extend any effort whatsoever in advertising and marketing it either. A sad situation that I hope turns out for the best. Here’s a fansite with some info about the show and its undecided future.

great (and appropriate) Onion article

I was in Target yesterday evening and I saw the new Fusion razor (not sure if it's Gillette or Schick or whoever). It has FIVE blades and a SIXTH blade on the back for trimming hard-to-reach places. This is getting out of hand, really. When will it end? I use the Mach 3 with aloe strip and it is awesome. It works really well, and I don't have what you'd consider a tough beard to shave. But they're going to have to stop with the blades sooner or later, and I really thought four was where they would max out.

Anyway, it reminded me of an Onion article from a year or two ago that's one of my favorites. It is hilarious. Fuck Everything, We're Doing Five Blades

football, USBs, meth, Carl Sagan, and the Hogan Family

The Super Bowl is Sunday. And I'm really not that interested at all. It's exciting in and of itself, because it's the last big game of the season. Both teams are trying really hard. Yet, I'm not really a fan of either of the teams, nor do I want either of them to win (for one particular reason or another). Like last year, for example, I wanted the Eagles to win, because I didn't want the Patriots to win again. This stems not from their dominance in prior Super Bowls, but because they beat the St. Louis Rams in the big game a few seasons ago. (Yes, I hold grudges.) Anyway, this year, there are none of those petty reasons. So, I'll watch the game, probably have a brew or two, but am I filled with anticipation like I usually am? Not really.

I saw an intriguing article online yesterday. It was entitled "Top 10 Weirdest USB Devices Ever." It was an enjoyable read. See the article here. My favorites were the USB George Foreman Grill and the heated gloves, mainly because they are so ridiculous in nature. I wouldn't necessarily want a grill that close to my computer, and the heated slippers make a lot more sense to me than the gloves (mainly because it seems like gloves would hinder typing, and to me it seems feet get colder more often than hands). Honestly, I don't find the vibrator to be that odd of a USB device, because I'm sure plenty of individuals could find many different things to do with a computer and a vibrator.

There was also a sobering story I read yesterday. I had heard rumors that Stephanie from Full House had become a meth addict. Apparently, this is true. Jodie Sweetin was on Good Morning America on Wednesday officially coming out about it. Here's an article about it. It's actually an interesting story. She had become bored after not acting for a while, so she took up methamphetamines to pass the time. Then, some of her old Full House castmates held an intervention for her when they found out. I'm glad she's doing better. She used to be my favorite girl on Full House (probably because she was closest in age to me). I don't mean to slight Becky, D.J., or the modern-day Olsen twins. Because they are also attractive. Anyway, the moral of this story is most drugs are very dangerous, and should be steered clear of.

Segue to this very interesting website a friend referred me to. Dr. Lester Grinspoon is a very enlightened thinker. I enjoy his ideas and insights. His website has some very enjoyable reading. One of my favorite essays in the "read" section is the essay entitled "Mr. X" which was later discovered to be Carl Sagan, one of the most badass astronomers in the history of the world. See his writing here. I'm not a liberal thinker in very many ways. This is one exception.

And, my friend Bryan sent me a link to this totally AWESOME site, Retro Junk. It takes you back to the good ol' days of the 80's and early 90's. My favorite section of the site so far is where you can view all the intros to the 80's sitcoms. The Hogan Family, ALF, Muppet Babies. A nostalgic tear forms in my eye. It has tons of other interesting content too. I haven't even delved through it all yet. (Hmm, did I use "delve" properly? It's nagging at me a bit.)

PS - Check out Carl Sagan's unbelievable documentary "Cosmos." It was originally on PBS. I got it on DVD (in a seven disc set). It is mind-blowing. Buy it here if it tickles your fancy. Here is a link to Sagan's website too, if you're interested. (I think he died about ten years ago, unfortunately.)