I *HEART* HOCKEY

"It just goes to prove what a chicken he really is," Theo Fleury said. "My 5-year-old son hits harder than he does. Cairns throws muffins out there. He jumped me from behind -- typical Cairns. I have no respect for that guy whatsoever, none. If you're going to talk the talk, you've got to walk the walk.

Courtesy of ESPN.com.

FORMAT THIS!

Once again, I have fallen prey to the styling criticism of Kyle Ford. What this time you ask?

Well apparently it's a crime to put the TWO spaces after a period between sentences. And right now you're all saying, "What? You're supposed to do two spaces, that's what we learned in school! That's MLA format, everyone uses MLA format." Well, apparently it's wrong. I don't quite understand the reasoning behind it, but it's wrong.

What makes two spaces even better is when Kyle wants me to write something for him and it's FULL of those two spaces. That means when he edits the stuff, he has to find them and take one out.

So I'm now making a concious attempt to only SINGLE space between sentences.

Please be aware of this change. Thank you.

IT FINALLY CAME

Well our big snow fall finally blew across Chicagoland. And of course everyone behind the wheel of a car (except me) decides to go dumb when driving in it. Anyway, I took a few pics before I ran to work this morning. All I can say is damn I miss my truck...

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HARRIS K.

I have a favorite quote about L.A. by William Shakespeare. He said, "This other eden, demiparadise, this precious stone set in the silver sea, this earth, this realm, this Los Angeles."

BLIZZARD

I never get Dairy Queen.

EVERYTHING YOU WANT

check your head and slam the door
all your dreams are dead tonight
it's a million miles away
the place where the hopes are born again

the storms end somewhere out near kansas
your heart stays here devoted
your mind goes to the hills
the place where the world is yours again

set fire to the sky
and rewrite your past
everything changes out there you know
the place where the dreams are born again

60 DEGREES AND JANUARY

It's been the nicest weekend of the winter and I've been indoors the entire time. All I've accomplished was this.

How sad.

CHANGES AND UPDATES

I added three little links at the bottom of my page, just to fill her out a little more. They're pretty basic right now, but I'll fill them in over the weekend.

Finally, today will be the last day you can view the "Battling E. Hondas" at the bottom of my blogger. Get your fill now, could be awhile until the next "E. Honda Day."

REVISION: Okay, so I just posted this last entry and it pushed the Hondas off the page. I apologize for any hopes I may have crushed.

E ---|---|---|--- F

i passed 2am hours ago
with wilson bringing in the smell of summer
all this driving and hoping
that i'll crash into what's mine along the way

i took off the seat belt miles ago to catch a breath
somewhere i paused to change the cd
my camera needs film again
and my mouth needs a cigarette

my sunroof yawned and let in the night sky
i feel everything that was with me before
climbing up my throat
and beginning to be tossed aside

i just need to pull over and rest awhile.

DESIRE

POSTING BAIL

I saw this, and I'm crying.

Link courteousy of EW.

GOODNIGHT, HOLLYWOOD BLVD.

I've had the Pete Yorn album, Musicforthemorningafter and the Ryan Adams album, Gold, sitting on my desk for some time (like what? Four months?). Monday I finally tossed them into my car's CD collection.

Now I know because they were both a little under the radar, they're probably considered "trendy" or whatever, but both albums are really good. Surprisingly good. Anyway, this is just me telling you that they get the Dave Sliozis seal of approval because my tastes in movies and music are the highest in all the land.

Oh yeah, and I "borrowed" Pet Sounds. This after our local oldies station played back-to-back Beach Boys. Pet Sounds is California.

RECYCLED

2nd hand digital fun.

EL BLOGO DE MI HERMANO

Well it looks like even my brother Mark is back in the blog business. And Mark left a subtle reminder of how he earned his fame by saying, "I was in Can Tag, and still nobody is showing me love."

Mmm...Can Tag...

Hey wait a minute...Can Tag + new server = reissue of the Can Tag movies? We'll see...

JUNK E-MAIL

This junk e-mail thing is finally starting to get on my nerves. I didn't get to check my AOL e-mail all weekend and I returned home to 30 messages waiting. Only three were worth my time (one of them I had sent to myself as a reminder). It seems like most of my friends have already changed e-mail names at least once to escape the deluge of "virgin girls" and "free viagra." I just don't understand this business tactic at all. Why the hell would I every trust a product that was advertised to me via e-mail? Especially when it comes from some garbled, worthless e-mail address.

The latest trend that is pissing me off in regards to junk mail is subject lines that make you think it's a real e-mail. For example, this morning in my hotmail junk folder (I have to check to make sure nothing good slipped through) there was an e-mail with the subject, "Wait! You forgot to message me back!" Of course it was from an e-mail I didn't recognize but to exercise my point here, I opened it. It was an ad to see Jennifer Love Hewitt and Anna Kournikova in "shocking fotos." That's right, "fotos." Another example, I have an e-mail titled, "RE: Your Inquiry" from another crap address. This ad told me, "You were referred to me today as someone who is seeking a financial miracle. If this is true please continue - I promise this will be worth your time!" Right. First of all, I never made any inquiries so I'm not going to bite. Second of all, I do need a financial miracle, however I'm not stupid enough to follow this e-mail for help.

And the saddest part is there are people out there who open these. They're too stupid to go, "Gee, I don't know anyone with the e-mail oiledteen5361@wildoats.com, but it says it's regarding the message I sent. I should open it." It's these same morons that get e-mails here at work titled "I love you" and open them to release viruses onto our servers. What the hell is wrong with people?

BACK TO THE BLOG

Connie brought her blog back to life last night to keep score with the Golden Globes. Does this mean she'll be using it more now? I guess we can only wait and see.

THE LAST DANCE

Well, it was a good run for the Bears this season, and everyone in Chicago knows it would have been a far better game had that cheap shot not taken Miller out of the game. And what the HELL was up with Maynard? A 15 yard kick?

There's always next season. Hopefully Bears management won't pull a Chicago Bulls on us and start tearing apart a good thing. And while I do like Miller as QB, I certainlly wouldn't complain about seeing Bledsoe in the blue and orange. They're getting there, we just have to be patient.

DECLARATION

At the moment this post hits my web page, I am declaring myself, "The Most Bored Man in the World." I used to be able to handle the 40 hour work week. Now it's killing me. I'm going to go to school part time forever just to avoid this 40 hour monster.

MYSTERIES OF THE CARTOON UNIVERSE

I was watching Scooby-Doo before work this morning and I just couldn't help thinking, "These kids, are goddamned morons. How many adventures have they been on where the ghosts were actually ghosts? Everytime, it's some guy in a suit. Morons."

SO WHAT HAPPENS WHEN...?

What happens when a punter becomes a hero? He gets his own website of course.

DUDE, WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR DOG?

What kind of dog wants a toy like this?

FINALLY THE PHOTOS

I finally coded and captioned the 70 pictures I deemed worthy enough to build a photo gallery around. So here you go, just on the other side of this link...

MODEM USERS BEWARE! There are ten pages, seven photos per page and they're pretty damn big. So if you're on a modem (cough-hahaha-cough) you may want to find something else to do while the pages load. Might I suggest reading this.

SWEATING KYLE FORD

Last night, Bruen, Uma and myself were sitting in our local Baker's Square. As usual we ended up talking about Kyle. We were talking about my recent rash of server problems and Uma asked why I don't "just call Kyle." My response went as follows:

   DAVE: Have you ever tried talking to Kyle on the phone?
     He talks so fast sometimes.
   BRUEN: Yeah, when we were talking a while back, I hung
     up and I was sweating. Like I ran a marathon.
   [Dave collapses to table laughing hysterically.]

Anyway, those who know Kyle will understand that. But now to rival Alison for most digital camera pictures on a personal StickBus.com hosted site...

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IT'S A BATTLING E. HONDA DAY

INSPIRATION AT 1 AM

I HATE MY CAR

The Junkfisher: i can arrange for that car to be stolen and driven into lake michigan from lake bluff.
The Junkfisher: all i would need from you would be a ride back home
Stick Bus: i was actually just going to set fire to it in the front yard.
Stick Bus: i'm all about making a show of it.
Stick Bus: maybe i'll wear a yellow biohazard suit while smashing the car with a frozen turkey and yelling, "BACK TO THE UTERUS! BACK TO THE UTERUS!" it would be wonderful performance art.
The Junkfisher: i'd pay to see that.

TEST

I'm having some technical difficulties. Back later.

THE MIRROR PROJECT

If you don't know about the Mirror Project you might be a little behind the times. Anyway, I got published today with a snap from the LA trip (blog still pending).

PROOF OF BLOG

This post is to prove to Alison that she is a retard and blogger is working.

WONDER YEARS

I hate Winnie Cooper.

BACK IN CHICAGO

I'm back in Chicago. I have 160 photos to go through, edit and put together, so give me a few days on that. I'll hopefully blog the week's events as of tomorrow (for all you X-Files fans out there, prepare for my encounter with Carter...that's right).

Back later.

FOR THOSE KEEPING SCORE AT HOME

Use Flight Tracker, we're on United Airlines flight 119 from O'Hare (ORD) to Los Angeles International (LAX). Bye kids.

BACK IN ACTION

I'm back, but only for a little while. Gotta keep packing for Los Angeles. We'll see you in a little while.