Big Daddy Gouda

I haven’t really been writing as much as I’d like to be. And with Chopper out there attempting to dethrone me as most immature blogger in cyberspace, I should at least make an attempt to keep a dog in the fight.

I had one of the more enjoyable weekends I’ve had in a while and I did it without having one single sip of booze or listening to some cheesy cover band at a dirty bar.

I took the day off from work Friday so I could do some domestic things at the house, which I still haven’t finished yet. Around noon I got bored and tired so rather than take a nap, I grabbed a Red Bull (sans Vodker) and went to the movies.

I saw Valentines Day!!!

Just kidding. I saw Crazy Heart with Jeff Bridges. It was excellent and I’m sure Jeff Bridges (who already won the Golden Globe and Sag Awards for acting) will walk away with the Oscar. Think of Crazy Heart as a cross between Walk The Line, The Big Lebowski and The Wrestler.

Friday night I tried to watch the Opening Ceremony of  the Winter Olympics but god damn those shows are boring. ZZZZZZZZZZZ

As most of you know from my juvenile Facebook status updates, Ashlie and I went out together for Valentines Day. It wasn’t a date – really it wasn’t. We split the cost of a sushi dinner, she left the tip, I paid for the movie tickets and she bought the popcorn and soda.

We saw the Wolfman starring Benicio Del Toro, Anthony Hopkins and Agent Smith from the The Matrix.

I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. The acting was a bit cheesy but it is a movie about werewolves in England so I expected that. The special effects were above average and I love that they didn’t make the wolfman CGI. It was actually Benicio Del Toro in make-up.

And, for you geeks out there, the make-up was done by Rick Baker who worked on the werewolf in the horror/comedy An American Werewolf in London and was also responsible for the werewolf in Michael Jackson’s legendary Thriller video.

Sunday morning after leaving Ashlie’s I went to visit Aidan and Grayson and bestow upon them a box of munchkin donuts, a bag of pretzels and some skittles. It was Valentines Day afterall.

What un unexpected surprise when I arrived at Aidan’s and he had downloaded Super Mario Bros 2 & 3 on the Wii. I don’t know what it is but those games actually seem harder now. When I was in Middle School I think I had a much easier time beating them. Now, at 32, I found myself dying simply by falling in a hole I was attempting to jump over.  I’ve always loved that when Mario falls down a hole, before he disappears off the screen he stops in midair, scrunches up into a little ball, cue the music to let you know you fucked up, then he proceeds to fall. So dramatic.

After imposing on Keely’s family and staying for a roast pork dinner I went home to walk the dog and then collapse in front of the tube as the weekend came to a close.

I found myself watching some show on CBS called Undercover Boss about CEOs of major companies that go undercover and mingle with their workforce to see what is really going on. I’ll prolly never watch again. Last night’s episode featured the big boss at Hooters. He spent a week at various Hooters establishments across America to see what his workers had to deal with in one of the country’s most popular strip clubs, I mean restaurants.

And what did he come away with after spending a week on the ground floor? His big epiphany at the end of the show is that Hooters doesn’t necessarily portray woman in the brightest light and the business needs to become more family oriented.

Folks, if you own stock in Hooters, sell it now.

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