The Ramblings of Austgen

I have once again returned from the great second city, though most of you didn’t even know I was gone (and you’re all bastards for it). Went up Saturday to catch the Sunday game, which featured the retiring of Ryne Sandburg’s jersey. Ryno was the second baseman for the Cubs when I was growing up…and my hero. I was really glad that my buddy Marco invited me up for the game. It was really cool to see Ryno take the walk around the stadium, with all in attendence going crazy. That man is like Ditka…anyone on the northside would give up anything for him…also was cool to see The Sarge and The Hawk raise the flag on the rightfield foul pole.

As for the game, was sitting in the far right of the right field bleachers. Basically, I was within spitting distance of the right fielders. And when Juan “Jonny-boy” Encarcinon was out there, did he get hell…which is normal. It got really bad in the seventh, when Jonny-boy took some tape off his wrist and threw it on the warming track….right under the sign on the bleacher side that said “Keep Wrigley Beutiful”. So, it got worse, with my addition being, “what would your mother say??”…which got the crowd going. Then when Zambrano got up, and roped a triple into the corner, Jonny-boy got another hearful, from the power of Z, JB’s lack of speed, and my quip about Karma, which got the crowd going again. After I predicted Nomar’s double, I think I got the appreciation of the folk. So, I suppose I’m a “Bleacher Bum”, but maybe I need to hit another game out there first….hopefully something early next season, when it’s butt ass cold.

A few other things from the weekend…

Took North Halstead for part of the trip…which holds “Boys Town”, or where a lot of gay folk live…interesting

Was dead to rights by a cop on the way up…but an Impala didn’t slow down (actually passed the cop), so he got tagged instead

SPF 50 does wonders to Irish skin

Hurricanes suck, but why do people report from them….it’s raining hard…yes, thank you

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School started this week, but not for me. I have no more classes to take, so I have finally succumded to fate, and have a “real” job…and any further slacking prevents me making more money.

Found out yesterday that my first two publications will be sent to the Journal of Comparative Neurology (that’s big)

I bought a new bass, football tickets, and free doctor visists for the semester in one week….and now I’m poor.

There are freshman everywhere and I don’t care….does that mean I, too, am accepting my fate (or am I just getting old?)

Fall softball this Thursday…come and watch me hit to the middle outfield!!!

Finally, today is Big Daddy Poth birthday…and he should be here celebrating it…COME BACK POTH!!!!

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Wow…that’s all I can say, as I sit here with my ears ringing and the rest of me sore. 311 still kicks ass. Tonight at the Missouri Ampitheater…or the hill behind Farout, Reel Big Fish, Unwritten Law, Papa Roach, and 311 rocked….well, I didn’t get to see RBF (got hosed with a 30 minute set), and didn’t know much of Unwritten Law, and didn’t really want to see much of Papa Roach, but 311…the last time I saw these guys was Spring of ‘98, on their “Transistor” tour. To date this, Sugar Ray opened (and most folk didn’t know they were a thrash metal band…which I would like now), and before them, Incubus, with dreds…but 311 was fantastic. So to now. Mixed in lots of their old stuff (I’ll take anything off the self-titled) with a few new bits. Light show has gotten better, but SA’s voice is all weird. Also, in Chad’s drum solo, the rest of the band were playing long toms and cymbals, so it looked like marching band. And, it cooled off some, so I didn’t lose that much water.

Also, basically completed the move to the new place. My room is a lot smaller then the last, and I don’t think that I can get all of my stuff in here. But, the downstairs is pretty spacey….not now, and there’s boxes and shit everywhere. The girls are being sympathetic so far to our quirks…me not being home at any set time, and ROOMIE PRIME sleeping, but it’s only been about 48 hours…give’em til Sunday…sooner if the downstairs isn’t squared away….the garage, that’s a whole different bowl of soup.

Lastly, an explination of the title….at the show, there were a fair amout of police folk around…one of them was taking a feller up the hill, with a member of the event staff, when that feller to offense to being lead off, and tried to shake off the woman….well, then another man in blue grabbed this feller’s other arm….now, this feller got real upitty, and tried to shake them both off….that lead to this feller getting thrown down to the ground (violently), cuffed and taken off….this was mirrored by another feller, who when grabbed by a cop, was calmly lead away. This takes me to my point. There are times in your life when you must accept your fate. Person two did, and most likely left the premises…where the first will get the book thrown at him. Let this be a lesson to you all, young grasshoppers.

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When you go on a float trip in Southern Missouri, and you only see one topless girl, are you suppose to be dissapointed???

When the Cubs don’t win by, say, six runs every game, but still win, why do people complain???

Where in the world of the Grad student does it say taht you have to work 12 hours on a Monday…isn’t that againts the rules or the geneva convention, or something???

I really don’t want to move…not that I really like it here anymore, but I own to much stuff (ok, Jason owns to much stuff)

Sloppy Joe’s are tasty

Dana Sedai was enchanted by a feller on E…that can’t be a good sign…

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