The liquid condor

I’ve been very good at not drinking a lot of soda over the past 8 years; mostly water and iced tea and the occasional soda with a meal here and there. Not too long ago, I started drinking Diet Mountain Dew. Mostly, it was the commercial with all the eagle tattoos and screeching, but a small part of it was the fact that I had become a fan of Coke Zero and that Diet Mountain Dew doesn’t taste nearly as horrible as regular diet sodas.

Now, I typically don’t fall for advertising gimmicks, but I’ll tell you what – that liquid condor-esque screeching in the workplace just did something for me. …I wanted to be like that.

So far, I only screech at home and in the car. I haven’t begun screeching at work; I just don’t think it’s appropriate.

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Roosters in Texas

Well, that’s it.

We had a conversation with Rooster Man last night. A real conversation. A full-fledged convo.

Well, maybe fledged isn’t the right word. It wasn’t really that full actually, and it certainly wasn’t developed, matured, full-grown, complete, grown, qualified, experienced, of full-blown.

In fact, it was a little awkward; a lot of silence between words and sentences and fragments of sentences.

But that’s ok, because he told us that he wants to move to Texas because it makes his skin soft.

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Yup. Sure did.


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For more about Rooster Man and his backstory, check out (in sequential order for perspective):

1) Rooster Man and Friday Eve
2) Saving The World, Rooster Man Take-Two, and a cameo by Chalkman
3) No dancing at the urinal & Rooster Man Part III

Thank you. Have a good day.

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No dancing at the urinal & Rooster Man Part III

Well, last night was the night we met Rooster Man.
(backstory here and here)

He seemed like a nice guy.

I gave Xtina a dollar and requested that she go up to him, introduce herself, and tell him that we’ve seen him a few times before, and to pick a song on the jukebox together.

That worked out well.

I think we made a new bar friend.

Unfortunately, while the night as a whole was fun and entertaining, there was a guy dancing as he stood at the urinal.

Yeah, maybe just do your business and move along.

No dancing at the urinal, please.

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Saving The World, Rooster Man Take-Two, and a cameo by Chalkman

In my never-ending effort to save the world, I believe I accidentally recycled my notebook for class Saturday morning. I went to do some work Saturday afternoon, and to my disbelief I couldn’t find it. I didn’t really need it, but I wanted to have it with me. Naturally, the search went on for about an hour, but to no avail.

In other news, Rooster Man made another appearance over the weekend. That was fun. He’s always a sight to see. At one point late into the night, he really got into it and was parading around the floor as if it was his ‘yard’ he was patrolling, because that’s what roosters do.

In more other news, earlier that same night when playing some pool at Lucky Strike Lanes (a Hollywood-esque bowling and pool venue), a creepy guy (we’ll call him Chalkman) bothered me. You see, we were playing pool, minding our own business, when all of a sudden Chalkman came over to the table, searched for and grabbed our chalk, turned around and proceeded to chalk his fingers. He then walked away and back to the lane he was bowling on.

Strange enough. But then a little later he came back, but more creepy. I was standing such that the chalk was to my right. I sensed someone standing behind me and reaching to my right. I turned to see he was creepily standing there, trying to reach around me without me knowing, and grabbing the chalk! At that time the waitress came walking by and I nearly missed an opportunity to order another drink on a night when the service was pretty slow. I gave her my order, turned back to find that Chalkman had finished chalking his fingers, put the chalk back where he found it, and went back to his lane.

He stood behind me and reached within INCHES of my body!!!! For CHALK!!!! To USE ON HIS FINGERS!!!!

WTF, creepy Chalkman. Don’t ever do that again.

Thus, I proceeded to move the chalk to the far side of the table in order to see how much more creepily he would try to use our chalk for un-sanctioned reasons.

Fortunately he didn’t try a third time.

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