1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?

Superman. I'm not really sure why, but I guess I wore that cape until I was eight years-old. He was just cool, you know? Lifting up heavy crap, seeing through walls. Somewhere along the line, Superman vanished and Star Wars consumed my life. Then my hero was Han Solo. That's where I get my charm.

2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?

I'm not sure, I was a spoiled little bastard until my brother came along. I pretty much got everything I wanted.

3. What's the furthest from home you've been?

Los Angeles, approximately 1745 miles from Chicago, IL.

4. What's one thing you've always wanted to learn but haven't yet?

The guitar. My brother told me he'd get me one for a birthday or holiday. Then he got one for his girlfriend. That ass. I'll probably buy my own guit in a few months when I move to L.A. Then I'm going to sit upon my roof, sunbathe and rock the neighborhood.

Oh, and how to undo a bra with one hand.

5. What are your plans for the weekend?

Hooters! And then trying to undo a bra with one hand.

Do your own Friday Five.

I really need to work harder at "being Colin Farrell" (please refer to this post) because the benefits are starting to look really good.

[UPDATE (4:23pm): Still a bastard.]

I know it's a horrible, horrible thing to say, but let's face it...it's a good thing she's rich.

Yikes.

[UPDATE (12:32pm): I have recently been informed that the picture in the CNN article is rather outdated. I apologize and hope her lawyers don't destroy me.]

Okay, so you'd think it wouldn't be impossible to find a copy of Gleaming the Cube on DVD, but it is. If anyone can help me on my quest, you're assistance would be GREATLY appreciated.

Seriously...I'll give you my first born.

New day, new design. Thanks to Web Master K for tossing this baby together.

I need to put the side bar together, so expect more this week.

Okay, so I'm in the process of redoing this ass site (with some help of course...okay, so he's really doing all of it), and I just wanted to ask if there's anything that you, all 13 of my daily readers, would like to see on this page.

Have at it.

Oh yeah. Go Oakland!

Should I e-mail these people and tell them I'm not an actual diner (look under their "diner" section)...?

Global warming my ass.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to see The Rolling Stones tonight. Rock.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

BAND THAT SHOULD BE STOPPED: Puddle of Mudd

BAND THAT SHOULD COME BACK AND ROCK: Starship

Think about it, you know I'm right.

If you've seen the trailer for the movie, The Recruit, you're probably thinking, "Is that...Dave Sliozis?" Well, it's not. It's my celebrity clone, Colin Farrell. See if you can figure out, who is who...

One day, people will pay thousands just to own my library card.

This is why Labatt's is my favorite beer and should be yours!

Now, these things change hourly on weather.com, but the fact that they had the cajones to tell me it was going to be seven degrees next week is impressive.

Mexico in pictures. I feel like crap right now so I'm probably not going to write my day by day life, so enjoy these. As usual, modem users...catch up.

Hmm, I'm not so sure I'm going to make that countdown date...

I'm back. I got six hours of sleep last night and I'm going to work late. I have plenty of stories and pictures to share, I'll be working on that tonight and hopefully get it together quickly.

I'll be back in my AIM mode again, so drop me a line later tonight.

Well, I was all excited about doing a Friday Five again, but these questions bite.

1. Do you wear any jewelry? What kind?

I don't wear jewelry. I hate jewelry. I don't even have a key ring, all my keys are tied together by a hockey skate lace. I just don't like shiney things attached to my person. I'm trying to find a way to convince Connie that I don't have to wear a wedding ring. Not because I disagree with the symbol, but the fact that I hate shiney things (and don't give me the "matte finish" bit either).

2. How often do you wear it?

...Next.

3. Do you have any piercings? If so, where?

I am pierce free for the same reason I'll never wear jewelry. Damn I hate shiney things. I even had to get a watch with a leather strap...

4. Do you have any tattoos? If so, where?

No, but I want one so bad. I'm still on the hunt for my perfect tat. My new personal quest is to find that design or symbol or whatever that reflects who I am. The first idea I had was "THUG-4-LIFE" from shoulder to shoulder. The second was the Virgin Mary on my back, standing empty handed and with a quizzical look, as the baby Jesus hides from her on my stomach.

5. What are your plans for the weekend?

Mexico baby. Maybe I'll end up getting wasted on tequilla, then stumbling into some "Desperado" style town and receiving a tattoo of Erik Estrada on my back. Booyah!

Mexico in three days, I can't wait. The last two weeks have just dragged ass. I think the fact that I was one of three people (out of thirty) to be in the office the last two weeks entitles me to sun and booze on a distant beach. I can't wait to be tan again.

Crazy dream again last night. For some reason, my family upped and moved to Greece. Why, I don't know. Anyway, I got involved with what seemed to be a cross between rugby and soccer (we used to play it in gym class back at LHS). I was playing defense but our team was getting schooled. So I switched to offense where I was a scoring-powerhouse! I was the Wayne Gretzky of this stupid dream game. At one point the other team built a wall of small window panes to protect their goal. To get around it, I grabbed and opposing players head, smashed it through the tiny windows and proceeded to throw the ball through for a goal (that sounds pretty much like my style). Anyway, the game ended and my team clearly won. I asked one of the players, "What do you call this game?" to which they replied, "Fuutball." Whatever.

I then returned to my home in Greece where my parents were sitting around our indoor, marble tiled pool. I was looking out the window feeling very sad because something was missing. I decided to call Connie on the phone and for some reason, in my dream world, Greece is apparently only five hours ahead of central standard time. If only. Anyway, that's where my memory of the dream ends. Pretty anti-climatic, I know.

Back in high school, I was pretty anti-social. Not to the point where I was going "goth" to get attention or piercing my face, but I was just bitter and pushed a lot of people away. What's strange is that in the last few months, so many people that just vanished from my life back in the glory days are coming back. I mean really, I never thought I'd ever be going out for drinks with some people or their junior high sidekicks (sorry Lynn). People that just vanished from my radar (probably because my ego problem went full blown senior year) are leaving postcards in my mailbox (hi Meena!). It just seems crazy to me that people would want to talk to me again...

This will probably be my last real post until I get back from Mexico. I'll try to post pictures of the trip if possible, I don't think this place is welcoming to us web-geeks. I hope everyone had a good New Years and everyone is safe. Sadly, the only real inspirational words I can think of right now are,

"SAN DIMAS HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL RULES!"

1. Get my ass to Cali.
   
2. Pay off credit cards!
   
3. Open my doors to new people.
   
4. Redo this crap site.
   
5. See another major city besides L.A.
   
6. Turn that large lump on my belly into semi-chiseled abs.
   
7. Apply to a California college just to see if they'd take me.
   
8. Buy a scooter.
   
9. Get a tattoo.
   
10. Get my ass to Cali.

Thankfully, there were no 40+ year-olds without shirts last night. However, there were plenty of 40+ year-olds doing what they call "dancing" (it was horrible), and plenty of 40+ year-olds smoking stolen joints from their kids stashes (actually, probably from the parent's stash).

Anyway, if you're ever going to go to a concert, go see The Rolling Stones. They just flow so well, and after being together as long as they have, you'd expect them too. Mick just doesn't stop moving and you can't help but be awed by the fact that he's almost 100 years-old and still pelvis-sliding all over the place. And then of course there's Keith, that man IS rock and roll. He might as well come out and play with a bottle of Jack Daniels strung up in an I.V. tree. That old bastard puts on a guitar playing clinic (like Homer at the rock and roll fantasy camp).

Song selection was excellent, but when you have a catalog as massive as theirs, I guess you can't go wrong. It was mostly upbeat rock songs, old and new. A few times "RUBY TUESDAY!" was shouted out but went unanswered. The Stones have an incredible set of back up singers. One of them had an incredible duet with "Jag" during "Gimme Shelter."

Even in a venue as retardedly massive as the United Center, Jagger manages to make everyone feel involved in the show. The main stage was pretty standard, but they also had an island in the middle of the arena connected by a bridge. The island was set up with a drum kit, etc. and that's where the band closed the show (there were several flying panty sightings at this point...you know who you are). Their video show was pretty great too, good animations, good camera coverage.

Overall, the concert was incredible and shoots to number two on my all time list. If you ever get a chance, you have to see these guys. Hell, you can even take your mom...

[Dave Sliozis Personal Improvement Note: Learn to write reviews, this post was terrible. It was about as coherent as an 8 year-old writing a Britney concert review. So much for being the Stones P.R. guy...]