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Dave moves to Atlanta and switches to a Mac. Dave and Andrew try to make a family reunion interesting. The epic story of how Dave met Eugene, along with old 7th grade yearbook photos.
Scott Stapp's Brother Covered Southern Cross
The Atlanta nightlife is great. It seems that five of us have already come together as a core group of friends, and we've been exploring the bars in the area. Actually, last night started out by visiting a friend of a friend's 21st birthday house party, which was fun...until his parents paid a surprise visit. So we left shortly thereafter, next checking out a decent cover band at a nearby bar while running into a bridal party (yeah, I don't understand it either). One of the guys and I played guitar yesterday, and another guy plays bass - there's definitely talk of starting up a band. Why, Georgia, why...
Sunday, September 28 at 8:09 AM
Howdy from Atlanta
I'm writing today from a wireless internet connection on my new Apple 15" Powerbook, and it feels pretty cool. After much confusion and a few tech support calls, Howard (my new roommate - definitely a great guy) and I networked our house with cable internet router with wireless capabilities. I can see now why people love Macs so much - everything seems so much more simple and intuitive. Atlanta is incredible. Immediately upon arriving here, I painted my room a deep-ocean shade of blue. I have a wide window next to my desk already rigged up with Christmas lights. I've just been settling in this past week - getting my room set, driving around exploring, and playing lots of guitar and putting golf balls in the empty living room. Portfolio Center had their orientation today, so I got my class schedule and got to talk to several of the 50-some-odd incoming students. Classes are 4.5 hours long, but I only have one per day and they each start at 1PM (except for one at 6PM)! I don't know if it's a southern thing, but everyone seems incredibly friendly around here, more than anything I've experienced before. I could get used to this...
Friday, September 26 at 2:19 PM
David Went Down To Georgia
Well Dave's all moved in down at Atlanta. We ran into Mike Epps while driving around and he informed us that "Down South we booty experts, bootyologists." His new place (Dave, not Mike Epps) is about three feet away from the school and has a nice layout. Just be sure to ask him about the leaking fridge and the super secret closet of doom in his bedroom. The drive down wasn't too bad but it's always fun to pull off the road to get gas or food only to find out that the entire place has no electricity. Why did you mock me in my hunger taco bell? Oh and why did Don buy that Charlie Daniels Band cd? The world may never know.
Sunday, September 21 at 9:01 PM
Penny for your Thoughts, Mister?
Don't you hate fighting games where you have to push a button to block? That is all...
Wednesday, September 17 at 1:41 PM
Panda Bears Are Not Bears; Panda Bears Are Raccoons
To heck with Isabel, I'm moving to freakin' Atlanta this Friday. Unfortunately, that means no golfing with fish for me or Andreus Gallaraga this weekend. And that also means I probably won't be updating this dog and pony show for a while until I get settled in with the new computer and nerdy internet setup. Buck up and dry your tears, you'll survive somehow.
Saw Once Upon A Time In Mexico yesterday...a little disappointing. There are plenty of 'splosions and guns and Enrique Iglesias, yes, but too many characters mess things up. I mean, Mickey Rourke's in it, come on. Johnny Depp was great, but El Mariachi wasn't focused on enough. I also finished reading Interface by Stephen Bury (a pseudonym for sci-fi writer Neal Stephenson). A presidential candidate gets a stroke and has dead parts of his brain repaired with a biochip. But the chip can send and receive radio signals, and it turns out he's being controlled like a video game by this network of shady media-savvy people (they can switch him from liberal to conservative with a single motion of a joystick). It's a great book to read around election times; hard to find but definitely recommended.
You might notice that okaysamurai.com now takes you to the main dave2n page. Although dave2n.com will continue to work, I'll slowly be changing this site back to okaysamurai.com - "Okay Samurai Multimedia", which I think describes what's on here better.
at 8:51 AM
Okay Samurai Golf Tourney?
Sup folks...so it looks like everyone is getting into golf. Don and I were planning on trying to play a round of golf this saturday if Isabella doesn't totally rip the east coast to shreds. But, we should all get together and have an okay samurai golf tourney. granted it wouldn't be that many people, 5 max i guess you could say, but it would be pretty fun. umm...that is all.
-jeff
Tuesday, September 16 at 10:29 AM
Uncle Kevin Was Pushed Down The Stairs In A Box With Pillows
We went to a family reunion this weekend at a place called Capon Springs in West Virginia; lots of crazy old people there. Andrew and I, in trying to keep things interesting, tried to work in certain catch phrases to all of our relatives during conversations. Mine was "when push comes to shove" and Andrew's was "microcosmic utopia." Neither of us nailed everyone, but we got impressive results anyway. I also got to play my first 9 rounds of golf, and I only whacked the ball off course three times (twice into adjacent holes, but luckily only old people were over there). I used to think golf was the most boring sport ever, but now it's probably only second to air hockey.
Sunday, September 14 at 3:37 PM
The Best Contest Ever
Andrew and I were talking about the "Super Toy Run" contest that Nickelodeon and Toys R Us used to put on while we were growing up. I think this was the greatest contest idea ever created. It was a sweepstakes where the winner was let loose in a toy store for 5 minutes with a shopping cart. You could snag anything and everything within the time limit. Andrew and I had it all planned out. We would hit the video games first, because all you have to do for the hardware and software is pick up a slip of paper. After a quick run through the Nerf aisle, we would go to the bike aisle and get some awesome tricked-out bikes. We would next stop by the doll aisle to pick up something for our sister before spending the remainder of the time in the Lego aisle. I can still visualize exactly how I would race through the now-closed Toys R Us store near us. Now I'm a big fan of the Times Square Toys R Us in New York. Anyway, that was a great contest, and I unfortunately couldn't find much about it anywhere on the internet.
Thanks to 103 for the quick Baltimore visit. I wish Bill lived on the couch last year.
Thursday, September 11 at 8:07 PM
Wha...?
I just wanted to draw a comic with a zombie samurai, that's all.
Monday, September 8 at 5:54 PM
I've been cleaning my room and the basement, going through all of my old stuff before the big move. That included some old Robinson yearbooks, so of course I had to scan some embarrassing photos (Eugene, don't ever change). I've never put the infamous story of how I met Eugene in writing, so here it goes.
I knew Eugene through a mutual friend, Louise Winstead. I started hanging out with him near the lockers during the mornings before school (he looked exactly like the above picture). Anyway, we got to talking and realized that we both could not stand this one girl - let's call her Jessica. She was perpetually in a wide-bug-eyed daze and would ask the most idiotic questions in class. Being the teenagers that we were, Eugene got the crazy idea about writing an anonymous love letter to her. He wrote it and we decided that I would deliver it to her in my creative writing class. It wasn't exactly the kindest note ever written - but we didn't use profanity, and it was written in such a way that the mystery writer was obviously joking.
I delivered the note to Jessica, saying that it was mistakenly put in my locker (we both had "W" last names). She read it and slapped me. Well, that reaction got a few kids in my creative writing class interested in what was written. The note was stolen while she wasn't looking and passed around the room. Jessica got pretty upset, but never found the love letter.
The next day, xeroxed copies of the note were commonplace around the school. I received an office slip saying that I needed to report to a counselor's office after lunch. I ran into Eugene and showed him the thin pink slip of doom. "Oh no, oh no," Eugene said. I smiled nervously. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
I met with Mr. Cox, a large African American man with a commanding voice. He asked me to sit down. He folded his hands together and leaned forward. He did not have a copy of the note. "David, we have a very serious problem here. I like to try to help students. It's when students lie to me that I can't help them, understand?"
I nodded, then proceeded to lie like never before.
I said that the note must have been accidentally placed in my locker instead of hers - a believable claim because of our last names. When I saw Jessica's name on the note, I didn't open it and nicely delivered it to her. I was the innocent middle man that unknowingly started a terrible chain reaction. It worked. He walked to our lockers and I showed him the close proximity. Mr. Cox let me go, but not before showing me some handwriting samples of some students and wondering if I could match any of them with the name on the front of the note. I said one random one looked familiar - but Eugene was not included in the suspects.
I later found out the kid in my class who had copied the note, but so did Mr. Cox. The copy kid was suspended for a few days, and a few other students were given detention because they had helped pass the note around. But Eugene and I got away with everything. When the copy kid came back from his suspension, he talked to me in private. He was the slacker type anyway, and didn't care about being suspended. He just wanted to meet the man who wrote the awesome note. So during lunch, I took him to visit Eugene. The copy kid congratulated Eugene and said the suspension was worth it. Eugene was so happy of his freedom that he bought me the Bush album Sixteen Stone...and that was how Eugene and I became friends.
Wednesday, September 3 at 3:56 PM
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