Saturday Night’s Alright

Saturday night was fantastic.

I was lookin’ particularly money for a spectacular event – the Ben Araiza / Chain Link Faith show! And since I was lookin’ money, I was feelin’ money! It had been a long time since us guys (Rickey, Randy, and I) had really been out on the town, and this was the perfect chance to do it.

The show was awesome! Thank you so much Ben and Mikey (and of course Jimi, Phil, TC, Jeff, Mindy, and Jen)! It’s always great to hang out with Ben and Mikey. I got to drink a lot too – Randy played Designated Driver, while I played Designated Drunk (thanks again Randy for the ride and tab). I finally reached my peak at about 12:30, after Ben and I did a shot of Jagermeister and I started in on yet another beer. I felt the Jager kick in. It is at this point that I decide to take a breather… and drunken text message a couple of people!!!

I text Missy: “I am so wasted right now. You should be too :-)”

Then I text Michelle. #1 of 3. I don’t expect a response – I don’t even expect her to still have that phone number. I was wrong, in the good way! Michelle called back. More drunk than I was, but we talked for 20 mins. She called again 2 hours later to make sure that she had actually talked to me, and called again last night to make sure it wasn’t just a dream.

I am extremely glad to have made contact with her again, as she is very special to me. I am even more happy that she is doing so well for herself, even if it does have to be in Elko, Nevada. I hope to see her again in the near future. It has been too long. VIVA SAMURAI SAMS!


In other exciting news, I borrowed a scanner today to scan some older pictures and get digital copies of them (partly for Michelle). I have posted all scanned images over in the Looney Bin section of Yarsh.com. All 5 new galleries are entitled “RetroYarsh,” signifying that they are older pics and were taken with a film-based camera (whatever that is).

One point Twenty-One JigaWatts!

Mark spent this past weekend in California, where he visited Disneyland and Universal Studios Hollywood. A couple of his pictures got me thinking about the classic blunder of Doc Brown in the Back to the Future trilogy, where he refers to the amount of electricity needed to power the DeLorean for time travel – 1.21 Jigawatts.

In an astounding revolution (for us techie types), I have discovered that the prefix Giga- can be pronounced either jiga or giga. Either pronounciation is perfectly valid. In fact, Mirriam-Webster’s dictionary shows the pronounciation jiga as the preferred option. The web is full of even more proof of this concept.

Apparently, we just weren’t thinking 4th-dimensionally.


On a different note, here is another picture of Randall and I with Anne at the concert last friday night. Once I have some more photos, I will put them into the Looney Bin archive for all to see. (thanks to Anne for this pic) 

What’s next?

It’s been one hell of a week. First there was Valentine’s Day. Then a shitty job interview. Now this…

I had some squealing coming from the brakes on my car. I knew the problem – the squealing was due to the metal clamp on a brake pad rubbing against the rotor on the rear-driver-side of my car. Not wanting to do the job myself, and wanting to get the rotors machined and all, I took my car into Just Brakes. It’s $99.88 in most cases. I did not conveniently fall into that “most cases” category. Turns out that nearly everything in my brake system had to be replaced.

So, 3 hours later, I get my car back with new pads, rotors, calipers, hardware, etc. And $759 gets removed from my bank account.

I don’t mind the fact that all of this had to be done. I have no interest in dying in a horrific car wreck due to not being able to stop my car from colliding into another car, or wall, or pedestrian. I just wish it would have happened at a time when I wasn’t almost out of work and trying to conserve some funds for what may be a very tough month ahead.

Thanks Murphy!

Fail

abort, backslide, be defeated, be demoted, be ruined, blunder, break down, decline, deteriorate, fall, fall flat, fall short, fall through, fizzle, flop, flounder, fold, founder, go astray, go down, go downhill, go wrong, hit bottom, lose control, lose out, lose status, miscarry, miss, play into, run aground, slip, TANK

All of these words describe 1 thing: My job interview today.

Oh well, I guess there’s always the gas station.

Hey, What’s another word for Thesaurus?

This Valentine’s Day has been brought to you by the letters F and U

I hate Valentine’s Day. Of course, I’m biased. In my nearly 27 years on this planet, I have gotten to spend 2 Valentine’s Days with a “significant other.” The last one was 3 years ago. Not that I am complaining that my checkbook hasn’t bounced due to outrageous V-Day spending, just that I would enjoy the company of somebody I am in love with (or dating).

I could deal with the gooey love crap, which is called V-Day, if I too was a part of cupid’s domain. But I’m just not that lucky.

Oh well. Better luck next year. Hey, at least I still have a month before Steak and BJ Day (which really translates to “One more month until your quasi-holiday fantasies go unfulfilled again”).

As a side note, congrats to all you happy couples out there. Yes, all 3 of you who read this blog.

Small World…

Friday night was a lot of fun. Of course, it was also one of the most fucked up nights of my life…

Disclaimer: This may be a long post

Anne Short asked us (Randall, John, and I) to come out to see a friend’s band. John wasn’t able to make it, but Randy and I oblige, and get to see a very cool band – Chamber 8. Anne introduces us to Gary, Amy, Sommer, and Yazmin (along with some other people whom I have forgotten). Also joining the party: Dave, former guitarist for Phoenix Down; and Dominique, former girlfriend of Dave.

So here’s my story.

Yazmin: She seems to be a nice girl, and attractive to boot. She hangs out with Randy and I for most of the night. Of course, we soon find out that she is really only interested in one thing: persuing her budding career in alcoholism… for free. Yes, Randy and I ended up paying for most of her drinks all night long. Final bar tab (for Randy & I, plus a few for Yazmin): $96 (not including the $10 cover charge).

Sommer: She is the lead singer for Chamber 8. That alone turns me on (I am attracted to women who can actually sing). Add to that that she is extremely cute with a fantastic personality… Yeah, Yarsh likey. Sommer led a few of the mosh pit sessions (consisting of 3-5 people) throughout the night, after she had completed her tour of duty onstage. We hung out and shot the shit for the majority of the night (except when we were watching the other bands or moshing). Randy and I ended up going to Denny’s after the show with Anne, Gary, Amy, and Sommer – a few more details about this later.

Dominique: Small world, part 1. I had this premonition that she would be there. Not that I knew of any reason that she would be, but that she would just show up… And she did. It turns out that one of her favorite bands, Hard 8, was also playing that night. Hard 8 was killer; I liked them alot. But back to Dom… She was snapping pics left and right, which is all good. And was acting like we were all good friends. I was able to play nice the entire night, talking when being talked to, etc. But Randy had to get something off of his chest. Towards the end of the night, He walked right up to her, flipped the bird right into her face, and yelled “FUCK YOU”! Then he walked out. I didn’t know that this had happened, but found out shortly after when someone asked me where Randy was and I didn’t know. I found him chilling at my car where he told me what had happened. There was a lot of anger and hatred released for Randy in that single moment. It was probably one of the most therapeutic things he has done in over a year. And he spoke for all of us – including Dave (I think). Besides that, we had a slew of offers from our entourage of hot girls to beat her up. But we told them not to. It’s better that way. She’s moving to Florida. I’m not going to miss her.

Dave: Small world, part 2. Dominique walks up to me and asks how long I had been planning on being at the show. I ask why, and she says that Dave just showed up. I see him – “DAVE!!!,” as I wave to him and then shake his hand. He’s there to see Sectas, another great band. We shoot the shit for a few minutes. There is definitely tension in the air between Randy & Dominique, Randy & Dave, and Dave & Dominique (there was some tension between me and all parties as well… except for with Randy). Of all the places in Phoenix, and all the people to run into, we run into the 2 people that we would prefer to see the least… Just wow.

At Denny’s: Time to go to Jack in the Box for some grub, but we get invited to hang out at Denny’s with Anne, Gary, Amy (who is Gary’s wife, btw), Sommer, and Yazmin. I say it is up to Randy, who has to work in the morning. He says that we go. We get to Denny’s and eat some drunk food. Yazmin is so drunk that she doesn’t come in (which is good because Randy doesn’t want to see her at the time). We chat some more, and eventually I mention that I saw Jeff, bass player of No Rule Six, at the show. Small World, part 3. As some of you know, Nayt – first lead singer of Phoenix Down – became the singer for NR6.

This night, which happened to have a full moon, was quite a trip. It was fun, theraputic, bizarre, traumatic, and just downright fucked up. And I wouldn’t have expected it to turn out any differently.

PS: Thank you Randall, Anne, Sommer, Gary, Amy, Yazmin, Dom, and Dave, for a night I will surely not forget.

UPDATE: Here is a pic of Randall, Yazmin, and me – provided by Dom.

I’m checking my Gmail…

Gmail, Google’s forray into free email, is potentially a Yahoo and Hotmail killer. I currently have over 2.5GB of storage space for email and attachments alone, whereas the free services offered by those other companies is less than a Gig. Granted, 1GB is a lot of text and HTML email, but add in attachments and storing all of this data on a remote server (as opposed to your local PC), and you will eventually run out of space. Gmail’s space capacity grows constantly, so it will take a LONG time to fill your quota.

But that’s not the real reason for this post. Yesterday, Google added their IM program, Google Talk, into Gmail. Basically, instead of needing to use their IM client to chat with your Google buddies, you can do it directly inside of Gmail.

I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, you don’t have to open yet another stand-alone application to IM your peeps. On the other hand, when you check your email, your peeps can see you come online. So now Shorty and Reardon can see me checking my email. You can disable this feature within Gmail, but I’ll keep it active and see if anything comes out of it.

By the way, if anybody wants a Gmail account, you can email me here: yarshicle{at]gmail[dot]com, or for those brave enough to give out their email addy in the blog comments, you can post it there.

UPDATE: Hotmail only gives you 250MB of storage space, and Yahoo now gives you 1GB, but for $19.95/year you can get “virtually unlimited storage”, or 2GB (which is still less than the free Gmail)…

Internet Goodies…

My brother, in the past, has written about the wonders of YouTube. You can find some great videos (and some terrible ones) on there, all for free viewing. Recently, I found that you can integrate their videos into your own personal website. The only “quirky” behavior that these videos have is dependent on where you click. If you click on the big Play button in the middle of the screen, or on the small Play button in the bottom-left timeline, it will play the movie directly from this page. However, if you click elsewhere in the video screen, it redirects the browser to that particular YouTube page (new window in IE, or new tab in Firefox). But hey, it’s still sweet that you can do this. Mad props* to YouTube.

Anyways, I thought I would pass along one of my recent favorites: BrokebackTo The Future.

*(of course, it breaks my HTML 4.01 compliance…)