Creepy Quarter Dude
So remember way back in June when I talked about meeting that cheerleader coach from HS. So what I didn't tell you was what made him creepy. So we get to talking about so and so he coached and who was the hottest (and yes, by this point even after 2 beers...I'm a little creeped out that the guy who used to coach these girls is still talking about them like they are his best friends). And this guy is a little intoxicated and tells me one particular story about giving a cheerleader (I won't name names) who was my age a ride home, and how sweet she was and how she didn't have any gas money but wanted to offer him what little cash she did have, and ended up giving him a quarter. So this is what...12 years later? And this guys tells me he still has the quarter in his car! CREEPY.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Flash Forward to Wednesdy night. Same guy...same conversation...same quarter story. But this time I've had no booze, so its EVEN creepier (if that was possible). So he OFFERS to let me SEE THE QUARTER! Ever polite I say "No thanks, maybe some other time" and he wanders off. THEN when I leave the bar, I see him in the parking lot talking with some friends and he stops the conversation...calls me over and takes me to his car.
He opens the passenger side door and says "Just reach in there, in the map holder...it's in there, I'll leave you two alone" then he starts to get a little misty eyed and I can tell he's not HERE anymore, but back in 1996 driving cheerleaders home, and he says to me "That quarter has been through three different cars, and it will be there forever."
I mean this guy was SERIOUS about this quarter. Creepiest fucking thing I have ever gone through. I mean...I wonder if he explains that to dates "Hey baby...see that quarter in the side map holder? You will always be second place to that quarter...I hope that's ok with you, cause it's gonna have to be."
I think next time he lets me see his quarter, I'll just steal it. The habit must be broken. There was life before quarter, and there needs to be life without quarter. It's a sickness.
I told you it was catching on....
So lots days we go to BW3's and play trvia. You get to type your name in, and it can be whatever you want it to be. Of course...I put in Hunka. So when you win a game, they put your name up in big letters on all the TV's and it says "Game Winner!" I've always wanted to get a picture of my name up there. Because the big screen is HUGE, so my names up there all big and what not. Anyways, so I won today, and within about 30 seconds there was a tap on my shoulder. One of my friends was in there, and had not seen me on the way in, but started looking for me once he saw that Hunka was the winner.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
See...I told you it was catching on! Pretty soon no one will know who Ben is.
...but he can't speak English
So there's this dude at work. He works in the kitchen, and he's a hell of a sous-chef. This guy is BLACK. Like midnight black, and he comes from Africa. And I don't mean like he's African American, I mean this guy came over on a boat or a plane from the continent. He's fluent in like five different languages...just not English. I mean, this guy is so African, he refers to his apartment as the Congo...it's an inside joke between him and the head chef. So we do things like "meet up at the Congo" and whatnot.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
So what do you think he listens to on the radio while hes working? Rap? Good guess but no. 80's? I didn't say he was from the middle east...I said Africa!
Nope...Country. That's what this guy loves to listens to, and LOUD! I just think it's odd that he listens to the most redneck Americana-esq music they make, when he is who he is. But that's just me.
This one's WAY better
So you know every once and awhile I see something that really is a fine piece of storytelling or animation. The last one (Kiwi) was not so hot on the animation, but it was a heart wrenching drama. This one is amazing due to the fact that ONE person made it. The story is ok at best, but the animation and lighting and camera work gets close to Pixar quality. Now if we could only get the last guy to write a story for THIS guy to animate. Watch the youtube low quality one, or for the purists a HQ version.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I think its ok that I crack myself up
So this morning I'm getting ready for work. I put my pants on one leg at a time just like the rest of you ;) (I've just always wanted to say that). So I get to the point where I pull my hoodie over my head. As my head pops out of the neck hole, I find myself staring at the back inside of the hood. Apparently in my haste to get my warm sweatshirt on, I had aligned it wrong. So I start cracking up...into the back of the hood. Alone in my room, just laughing out loud. It really isn't all that funny but at that moment...hilarious. So then I realize I'm laughing at probably the stupidest thing ever, which is in turn...the funniest thing ever, making me crack up more.
Friday, February 22, 2008
I guess you could say I'm just a happy camper these days.
Why do you do all that work for free?
So I'm always fixing a computer or helping out with websites and I do it for free. Why? Because it's easy for me, and not a hassle. I feel bad charging for doing something that enjoy.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"But ben, you have a skill, and you should reap the benefits of that...you DESERVE to get paid"
Oh I do. I just got 4 rooms of my house painted, the walls repaired where there is a little water damage for 200 dollars. Why? Because "you worked on Liz's computer for 2 hours, I at least owe you that, and I'll hook you up on the cost of paint, you can just pay the discounted cost I get off my corporate account"
THAT'S why I do things for free, because karma DOES work. I figured that out awhile ago.
Do we all remember how Hunka was born? Pat Pasquni said "I am going to make Ben Gorski a household name, I'm making a movie about your life"
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
And while he did not succeed in making Ben Gorski a household name, he has inadvertently created what my friends call a monster. However the point I'm trying to make here, is that yes, my friends and even sometimes my family calls me Hunka, it's now taken on a whole new phase of evolution.
The Boltini mailing list goes not only to LOTS of people, it goes to LOTS of important people. The two owners (who receive the letter) of the bar are HUGELY successful people in the world of real estate. Bankers, lawers, DJ's drunks all get this news letter. And for the past month or so, the bingo edition that goes out every Tuesday morning has been signed thusly:
hope to see you tonight!
ADAM, NEWTON, LIZ, HUNKA THE GLASS WASHER, ANNIE-BANANIE, AND OF COURSE: Robb
Hunka the glass washer. That's me. The name is spreading.
More crazy dreams
So I had this crazy dream last night. I was totally walking around with an open container...but it was empty. Is that a crime? Can you be fined for picking up someones empty beer bottle? I don't think so. I mean..it WAS mine, im just saying...if I find some trash, pick it up and carry it to the trash can, can I get in trouble?. So I had just gotten done drinking it...but THIS cop starts reading me the riot act. Wants to see my ID and all that jazz. So then I can't find my id, and im obviously drunk. And not like buzzed drunk like I am in real live...but like fall down drunk. I'm pretty sure at one point I straight crumpled into a ball at his feet cause I couldn't hold it together.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Then other crazy stuff happened, mostly it was about where we parked the car. Turns out it was IN the mall, like next to the coats, not like in the malls parking garage. Like I said...crazy dream.
You know whats REALLY been bugging me?
I think it's my car. It broke like a million years ago...after that accident where I got rear ended right before I went out to McCormicks. No...not the one where I backed out in to traffic...everything was fine after that...the one that happened a few months later. The button that opens my gas tank stopped working...but I walked to Wolfram, and didn't use much gas, so I didn't notice it till it was too late. So I took it to the dealer and asked how much it was going to cost to get fixed. They said 300 dollars. For 300 dollars, I can open my trunk and pop the tank door ghetto style. Which is exactly what I have been doing for the past year and a half.
Monday, February 11, 2008
But now I'm thinking...that's the dealer...they probably wanted to use certified parts and charge an arm and a leg for labor. So now I gotta find a car guy and get a real estimate.
I think once I get that fixed...I'll be a happy camper again. Hell I might even go to the grocery store again. I havn't been there for a real shop in over a year...and I think it's time to stop eating out 3 meals a day.
Newest Songs on on the iPod.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Yes we can - http://youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY
You can Breathe - http://youtube.com/watch?v=WAVC9FL1rKg (sometimes if they dont make a video you have to deal with the lame youtube fan made versions...sorry)
Dark Blue - http://youtube.com/watch?v=JDScNjxlScE
New Soul - http://youtube.com/watch?v=tYBLjEaDFDE