Does anyone else do this?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
As I was walking to work today, I saw a discarded lottery ticket on the sidewalk, which I assume was a loser. Does anyone else start thinking about the person who bought the ticket? What their life is like, who they are, why they bought the ticket?I came up with some sort of destitute girl, working for minimum wage, who had up to that point spent one dollar a week in the hopes of hitting it big. Every week on Thursday she would walk down to the 7-11 all smiles and a spring in her step...and every Thursday she would leave disappointed. But THIS week was special. You see previous to this week, she had lost her job, and living pay check to paycheck, she really didnt have any savings, and here she was...Thursday...her D-day. Her last dollar. As she walked down to the 7-11 with determination, she cluched her dollar in her fist. This was her week!
As the automatic doors slid open for her, Charlie, the shift manager on Thursday's looked up and smiled at her.
"Hey Sam, got you a winner right here" he said, as he slid her usualy scratch off ticket across the counter. Sam unclenched her fist and put the crumpled dollar down on the counter gently. She grabbed a penny from the "take-a-penny-leave-a-penny" cup and started scratcing.
$1000...$1000! If she matched just one more, she would have enough!
...$1
Charlie saw the look on her face, "Heh...better luck next week, right?" he said. You see...Charlie has been trying to ask Sam out for months. Charlie wasn't always the Thursday shift manager, he had coverd for a co-worker a few months for a few weeks, and fell in love with her. He had asked to have his shift changed so he could see more of her. They had flirted back and forth every Thursday for 6 or 7 months now, but Charlie never had the confidence to ask her out. So he had gotten to know Sam pretty well, and THIS week, her disapointment was a little heavier than last week. Sam looked...stunned, not just disapointed.
"Yeah...next week...." Sam said as she crumpled the losing card and stammerd out the door, keeping the card in her hand.
She walks in a daze down the sidewalk. People pass her by as she stumbles along, her last dollar gone. What is she going to do now? How is she going to make rent? How is she going to eat?
She falls to her knees, the losing card flys out of her hand and falls to the sidewalk....dramatic look to the sky as the camera cranes up and away from her, making her smaller and smaller, people continue to walk past her and she fades into the crowd...fade to black. End Scene.
So yeah...does anyone else have that go through their head when they see a lotto ticket?
epilogue:
The romantic in me says Charlie runs out of the store a minute after her, finds her a mess on the sidewalk, pulls her up and kisses her passionatly, and they walk off together, and we know Sam is gonna be ok, as well as Charlie has overcome his confidence issues.
...but then we all know life ain't a sitcom, and I'm guessing a montage of cross fades between Sam on the sidewalk and Charlie thinking about going after her as some slow song (maybe that U-2 song...With or with out you) plays would get me the Oscar.
Labels: random thoughts, short film, things just work out
Ask and you shall receive
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Something darker....for Colinhttp://184284.spreadshirt.com/us/US/Shop/Article/Index/article/Hunkanet-Mens-Ringer-Tee-3314741
Labels: merchandise, website
Clarification
Woah woah woah woah woah......Jumped the shark? HUGE ego?!Let's be clear here, I get ZERO dollars if you purchase a shirt. It's not ABOUT selling out or trying to make a buck. I'm still here, doin' what I do best. Entertaining you. A buddy of mine found a site that will make shirts out of whatever graphic you send them, so I thought it would be fun to have shirts (hell yeah I'm ordering a few for myself!), and I thought YOU guys might think its fun to.
Labels: merchandise, website
OMG....Merchandise!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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That's right...we have shirts now. You too can have your very own unique "Hunka.net" shirt! Spread the word, while looking trés stylish. Nothing says "I love you" like a Hunka.net shirt, get one for your lady friend or special guy.
Labels: merchandise, website
The good, the bad, and the pretty
Monday, July 28, 2008
I guess the good first? 2 parties in the last few days. Way too much fun. First was your typical stoop. Food, way to much beer, and a new addition...the Wii. Adam was whining the whole next day that he threw his arm out on Wii baseball, I told him to ice it down, because he had a rematch on Saturday.Saturday was the Beer pong, Flippy cup, hootchie extravaganza. Adam and I are kicked all these peoples asses in beer pong. They were even showin' their boobs to distract us from making the shot. Too bad the only thing that distracts me is when Kendle walks by. Flippy cup...I'm not so hot at. It was the perfect party cause there were a TON of people for awhile, but just as they were getting drunk and annoying, they all trickled out and it was just the 6 or 7 of us left. Then it was hot tub time.
The bad? Well Jayk left. I guess the good side of it all is that even as one door closes, another one opens. And if we take TOO much time worrying about the closed doors, we might miss seeing the open ones. It's like Flach told me. It's not good, it's not bad...it's just different.
And the pretty? Well there's just no ugly going on right now, but there sure is a whole lot of pretty...and we will just leave it at that.
Labels: breasts, Flach, happy camper, Kendle, Stoop
These are old
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Urban Water Warfare pictures. Cell phone images that proved we did things. IE drank beers and went certain places.
Labels: Bingo, Boltini, cellphone, downtown
I'm gonna have to start reading again...
Friday, July 25, 2008
Dustin Diamond, aka Screech Powers from Saved By the Bell is writing a tell all behind the scenes book about life on the set. It's called "Behind the Bell" and this promises to be WAY more interesting than his sex tape. The book will detail "sexual escapades among cast members, drug use, and hardcore partying." Which is funny because those kids were so squeaky clean in the show, and pretty much got away from it unscathed. I mean...even Elizabeth Berkly who ended up naked in Showgirls, didn't REALLY get alot of heat for that.
But I'm reminded of an episode where Johnny Dakota comes to Bayside to make a anti-drug commercial, and the kids refuse to do it with him, because at a party the night before he was smoking weed, and who wants to be in a commercial with a hypocrite? Here we swallowed episode after episode of positive anti-drinking and anti-drug messages from them and they were all screwing and doing blow after? FOR SHAME!
ok...SOMETHING'S up...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
So this is the second night in a weeek where I have this dream where I don't know my class schedule, and I am possibly missing classes while I try and figure out where I'm supposed to be at. This time I was pretty sure I was missing film class.Two times means somethings up. I can't really figure it out because I never really missed class, or went to the wrong one, so it's not like I'm reliving some past memory. So maybe It's like...I'm doing one thing but missing out on another thing? Or maybe because I'm always doing something and for the past couple of days...I've been taking it easy, and just not going out, my brain is saying "you are supposed to be over THERE, what are you doing!"
I don't know...I feel like guilt is somehow a part of it, but what do I have to feel guilty about? In my awake life, I'm a happy camper, I don't mess up at work, I've been REALLY honest with everyone lately. Usually I'm a push over, and I'd rather have people happy than do things my way, but recently I've been doing things the way I think are best.
Maybe that's it. I never skipped class, and in my dreams I'm being forced to skip class...forced to step outside my comfort zone, maybe it's not guilt but rather a continuation of being outside my comfort zone?
Labels: dream, random thoughts
It's kinda a big deal....at least in my head
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
It's kinda a big deal when you take the girl you have been taking to the movies, and out to eat, and tell her to come meet your friends. I think that's when you move to that weird limbo place between "going on dates" and "this is my girlfriend." You gotta get the friends approval. I mean...she WILL (hopefully) be part of the gang, so it's kinda important that they like her. We all know how Yoko worked out with the Beatles.I think I've done this a total of like..3 times. I was prepared for the typical responses you get. "She's cute" or "She seems nice" or the every present "I LIKE her." What I was not prepared for was what happened last night.
I think I was actually threatened by my friends. "Screw this up and I'll never talk to you again!" The word "gorgeous" was thrown around a few times, and everyone seemed to agree that she was fun to hang out with. I'm starting to think they like her more than they like me ;)
Kendle and I were talking on the walk back to the car. I think it went a little something like this:
B: You know...I'm usually the pretty one. You stole the spotlight tonight for sure
K: Well you better get used to it Ben, cause it's all about me after all (with a wry grin on her face that tells me she's not SERIOUS)
So yeah, we both like scary movies, hanging out in bars, and in general are two social little people...and apparently we also share having a huge ego, or at least a sense of humor about it.
Labels: Kendle
SBC
Monday, July 21, 2008
So I got a comment yesterday from a SBC....at first I was like "Fucking SBC Global SPAM!" and I was about to turn comment moderation on, but then I actually read the comment and it was NOT spam.So I went through my address book, and facebook and AIM and everything I could think of, and the only person who Starts with S and ends with C was some girl from work who I NEVER talk to, so she wouldn't ever comment.
THEN I got the grand idea that the person MEANT to type SCB (Super Chocolate Bear...Scrubs reference), but my Turk (the joke is I'm J.D., Jayk is Turk, and Greg is Dr. Cox.) was not the culprit.
Brijitte said it must stand for "Some Blond Chick"
Any other ideas?
P.S.
Thanks for the catch on my typo...I fixed it.
Home Movies
Sunday, July 20, 2008
So I finally got around to looking at those DVD's my mom made. She put together these old home movies and old photos and filled up DVD's. Here's a recap, in no particular order.My dad makes a crazy sauce while
Colin, Chris, and Ben all interview each other...turns out we are all each others best friends...its on tape...we can't take it back now. Also, I could care less if I win the championship B-ball game.
We musta been poor, I don't think my brother wore cloths till he was like 2.
Chris got a shoutout at HS graduation for making the dirtiest jokes.
I was a little shit back then, so not much has changed.
My Mom and Dad have some pretty awesome friends who have been around for a long time.
All my kids will wear blue jean overalls...cause damn, I looked good in those when I was a baby.
Everyone took care of everyone else's kids, and everyone was really proud of everyone else's kids.
SOMEONE does a sweet spinny dance in feety pajamas on Christmas.
My dad went through a phase growing up where he looked just like me....then he went through a phase of looking just like Chris. Now he looks like himself....or maybe that's just what I'll look like in 30 years.
There is this point in the video where grandma lets baby Chris dig around in her purse for change...so we know that lady has ALWAYS been giving out money.
There is more, but I'm betting you all didn't make it this far down, unless your last name is Gorski or Taylor.
Labels: Chris Gorski, Colin, Momma Hunka, movies, Pappa Hunka
The Dark Knight
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I don't think the world has room for one more review of "The Dark Knight." So I won't be doing that. No no, I won't talk about the amazing vision laid out by Nolan, turning our campy heros and super villains of the 60's into raging psychopaths of the 2000's. I wont talk about the high intensity fight scenes, or the truly brilliant lines given to Ledger and Bale. And I certainly won't talk about how its a breath of fresh air to see Batman in this new Nolan created light, the way the movies are more about the CITY than the men in the movie. Nope...not gonna talk about any of that, nor the fact that I liked it, would give it 2 thumbs up or 5 stars or any of that jazz.
Taking a stance
Thursday, July 17, 2008
How come every time I take a strong stance on something like "I'm not dating anymore" or "I don't like tomatoes" something always happens, and I end up on a date, eating pizza covered in tomatoes?Trust me, I'm NOT complaining.
Labels: backbone, random thoughts
Sorry...
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I've been busy. Hence the lack of updates. You can take that however you want, and you are probably right...cause I've been busy doing a little bit of EVERYTHING for the past few days.Lets see....Elaine came back to town to show off her new boy toy (her words...not mine). I've decided that she's a lot smarter than I give her credit for, and she knows EXACTLY what shes doing. So no more letting her off the hook for being "a dumb youngin'" anymore.
Ellie (my boss) quit last week, and it was like a light switch. As soon as she was gone I had a million meetings and tickets to work on.
Jenn Roberts has become a Bingo regular, which I find FAN-frickin-TASTIC. Contrary to popular belief...I am NOT in love with her. Although I do believe shes been working out or something in preparation for her wedding...she was looking GOOD last night.
Jayk is leaving. Emails go out tomorrow, but if you read this, I'll just announce it here too. Thursday July 24th...stoop party for Jayk's last night. Sponsored by Bacardi. It's good to know people in the right places :)
That's just a smattering of what I've been doing. You fill in the rest of it. I gotta get back to those million open work tickets.
Labels: Bingo, Elaine, Jenn, Stoop, wedding
Big Pimpin'
Friday, July 11, 2008
So I'm walking to work today and Big Pimpin' comes on the ol' iPod. And I have to wonder...What does Beyoncé think about all that? In particular I mean:Me give my heart to a woman
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'
I mean...I get it...he was young and in a different place than he is now. But then that gets me thinking about THIS site. Like...we might be one of the first generation of people who's kids just Google their parents name, or look them up on Facebook and see what idiots we used to be. I mean...seriously. I know some crazy stories about my parents...but there is no photographic evidence. Can you imagine the Facebook page "Guts Van Gunten" would have?
But I digress. The point is...we blog, and we facebook, and we put our lives in Google's hands with our email, our schedules, and even our medical records. And we can't censor it later, or change the truth or bend the story to our liking. There are pictures of you doing that keg stand, even if you didn't take it...it's on web, and someone tagged it with your name.
If you google my name...and you dive deep enough...you find that I posted to some UBER nerdy web board YEARS ago. I don't want my kids thinking I'm some board game playing geek! I want them to look up to me...not give me a wedgie!
I'm sure someday there will be a service where you can pay someone to manage your online persona. So that if someone googles you, they find the the stuff you want them to see first. As it stands now...you find this page first if you search for me...so I guess for the time being...I'm in charge of what you all perceive. But like Jay-z...I may have said some stupid shit back in the day, but I'm not necessarily still big pimpin' .
Labels: actions speak louder, Momma Hunka, website
How come no one sent me this?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
http://hooters.know-where.com/hooters/top/intl.htmlSeriously...I ask a question and no one googles it?
While they DON'T have one in Saudi Arabia...they ARE an international company.
Labels: Hooters
I got my shirt
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
When Frank left Champaign over a year ago, his parting gift to me was to purchase a Boltini Bingo and Lounge Variety Show T-shirt. The proceeds go to the humane society and some kids organization. The shirt is custom. It has a specific number on it. That number is "owned" buy the buyer (or in this case the giftee) and he or she gets to make up the bit that goes along with that number.So Frank bought me O-68...in one last jab at me before he left...he got me the number ONE off from O-69. So now every time they call that number, we yell out "almost...not quite...I owe you one"
Then Jeanette started calling it something else...and well...thankfully she hasn't been at bingo so that kinda went away.
ANYWAYS the point is the number was bought and paid for over a YEAR ago....and I'm just now getting the shirt.
I guess good things come to those who wait....huh?
Maybe THIS is blog worthy?
Friday, July 04, 2008
Don't FUCK with someone who is recommending you for a job
Hooters
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
What's up with Hooter's girls always distancing themselves from the OTHER hooters girls? I have met a total of two people who after I found out they work at Hooters, the NEXT sentence out of their mouth was "...but don't really like the other girls there...all they want to talk about is their breasts"Which brings up my next question. 'Cause when I first heard about this Hooters employee breast infatuation, I said "ok...this sheltered little girl got a taste of some regular conversation and is freaking out over the fact that someone got a boob job"
Apparently not so...apparently all Hooters girls DO just wanna talk about boobs. I mean...I get it...the place is called Hooters, and they have to wear an outfit that accentuates their butt and breasts...but do they have to buy into all that? Do they have to become obsessed with their breasts, and compare them to other employees?
Maybe it's just a Champaign Hooters kinda thing? Like they have nothing better to do than sit around and compare? Maybe the Hooters girls in Florida don't obsess.
Is Hooters international? Can you imagine having a Hooters in like...Saudi Arabia?
Also...little fun fact. Harrison Ford likes Hooters. When he was in town, he ate there. EVERYONE tells me about that.
Ten year reunion
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
So I visited the group on Facebook, cause I needed to see if the reunion was going to conflict with the many weddings and that trip to LA I'm being sent on. It's not, but that's not the point. Someone on the site was looking for a certain cheerleaders phone number. You all know her as the the object of Creepy Quarter Dudes affection. I'm STILL not naming names.
Let's just say I wrote about five different things into the "post a reply" box, ranging from "I know a guy who can probably lend you a quarter to call her" to just outright telling the whole story so that ALL the cheerleaders could be creeped out.
Unfortunatly this story takes a turn to the lame, as I just deleted anything in the box at the time and wrote nothing. After all...I don't know her number...
Labels: reunion, sleeze, wedding
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