The Most Beautiful Day

Today at 2:18PM PST in San Francisco, CA, my angelic baby daughter was born. Man, she's precious...

Precious enough to actually change me. At least for awhile. I knew this as soon as she threw up on me right after I turned my head to check out a cute nurse's ass. She'll need my undivided attention and she will make sure she gets it. Who am I to deprive her or even complain about it?

With that said, I'm going on a much-needed hiatus. I could come back tomorrow, in a month, or maybe never. Who knows.

Late, Just Like Daddy

It appears that my daughter will be arriving later that her predicted due date. Are those predictions ever right? I've never witnessed an accurate one. Also, I wonder if its really true that first time mothers are usually late a week?

So just I'm just sitting around playing the waiting game. I'm already off on PTO from work. I'm stuck at home. Wifey and her mother sit around and watch tv all day. I hit the gym. I read the Naked Ape and some book by Cialdini. I'm bored out of my fuckin mind. I'd love to be out in the city parlaying but I have a duty to perform. I am mr. birth coach.

Cmon baby.. come out already. We want to spend as much time with you while we're off from work.

IPod Top 10

One of the raddest features of the IPod and ITunes is its ability to keep track of what I'm listening to most and the iterations of these listens. By no means do these top 10 songs I play most respresent my all-time favorites. However, I do find it fascinating to discover that each track holds some special meaning for me and my current lifestyle. Crude analysis follows.

01) Fleetwood Mac - Dreams
I guess the line "Players only love you when their playing" serves as a hint.

02) Jet - Cold Hard Bitch
Yeah woman.. you know who you are.

03) Third Eye Blind - Can't Get Away
Epitomizes my obsessive-compulsive side

04) Spoon - Lines in the Suit
This song just rules.

05) Johannes Brahms - Sonata No. 1 For Cello and Piano in E Minor
My daughter's favorite jam.

06) Third Eye Blind - Blinded
About a chick that my third eye just can't cease chasing.

07) The Killers - Mr. Brightside
I have no idea how this is on the list.

08) Linkin Park - Faint
While I plot my revenge.

09) The Roots - The Seed (2.0)
Black Thought: egotistical and transcendent... just like me.

10) The Game - Westside Story
Read the previous post.

Honorable Mentions in the top 25 (Explanations unnecessary):

Tom Waits - Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
Beck - Debra
D'Angelo - Alright
Eminem - Never Enough

Bump the Game, Get Motivated

Who says what music you listen to doesn't affect your actions? Yesterday, during a short 2 mile run through the hills in my neighborhood I became convinced that it does. At least to some extent. Drowning out sounds of birds chirping and noisy mufflers were lyrics from The Game's Westside Story.

If you take a look in my eyes,
You see i'll be a gangsta till I die,
That California chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where your from,
Nigga westside!

I was wrapping things up, entering my final 200 yards or so, thoroughly pumped up from new age gangsta rap, endorphins, and excessive testosterone I'm chugging along on the damp sidewalk. I notice two UPS monkeys talking on the sidewalk next to their truck. One jumps into the truck while the 2nd, clearly a dumbass, stands in the middle of the sidewalk--the sidewalk on which I am running. Usually, I wouldn't care and just run on the grass. But this time I couldn't. Certain barriers I won't mention were in my way (The dood was a fatass and there was mud on the left side of the sidwalk). I purposely shorten and put more weight into my strides so the asshole in the turd colored uniform would hear me coming and move over some. He doesn't. He's fucking deaf. He doesn't even flinch. I have no choice. I'm hella pissed. I'm ready to beat him and his friend's ass. I yell "Get the fuck out of the way or I'll knock you on your ass bitch". The fat turd, shocked like he just witnessed a FedEx dood fucking his wife, quickly moves towards the truck shields himself from a possible blow from me. Him and his buster ass associate mutter some crap under their breaths while I keep on running to the finish line.

Man, this Game album is the shit.

The Truth Doesn't Hurt

Earlier today, a female friend of mine called me "self-centered but unselfish". Admittedly, she's 100% correct.

Player's Holiday

Ahhh Valentine's Day 2005, by far my favorite holiday. It's the only day I have to take out the missus for a bank account-crippling dinner at some snotty french restaurant like fucking Fleur de Lys. On top of that, you have to cop a wallet-flattening ring or watch etched with words like "Cartier" or "Rolex". Do all that shit you might get some action.

Or... I can be that casanova who descends upon all the best bars in the city to exploit vulnerabilities hot single women share on this special day. Let's face it, on this evening all single pretty women without a V-Day mate are either at home layered in thick sweats scarfing down Godivas cholocate they bought for themselves or at their favorite watering hole wearing skimpy clothing and no panties. In their pretty little heads they envision mr. right showing up and sweeping them off their feet to fill that romantic void. Instead they will settle for a dude like me with a little wit, persistance, and no cash to fill the void tonight... between their legs.

As for me, I'm doing neither of the above. Instead, I'm stuck on conference calls with lifeless bores called project managers while I fill out my damn time report while I pretend I'm not looking at pr0n and downloading mp3's. I'm dreading the fact that in a few short days both our moms will be here to support us through the delivery. I'm dreading the fact that I will have to be on my best behavior and not drink, smoke, curse too much. Scary.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Night Out with the Old Crew

Last night my old school drinking buddies got together for dinner at one of SF's finest steakhouses, Alfred's. The dinner was supposed to happen around xmas time but conflicts kept arising for everyone. We had planned to bring in a bottle of Patron and pay the $15 corkerage fee but R forgot the Patron. That didn't hinder us from going all out like we usually do. We sipped and guzzled sierras, petite syrahs, grappas, expensive cognac between bites of escargot, oysters, lobster, porterhouse steaks. After a decadent dinner we had to keep the night going and hunt down some pretty young ladies ;-)

We started at some little lounge in Chinatown. Red everything. Out of touch dj. A few nice 8+'s. Way too many dudes. We knock back a few drinks. My boy S is gaming one at a few average chicks. The locals seem to be protective over their women. Lame. Fuck this bar.

We end up at our favorite hotel bar. There works the cutest little pinay waitress in SF. Yummy. Not your prototypical long legged shappely gorgeous woman but hot nonetheless, in her own unique way. I have no idea what it is but she's got something that gave us all that feeling... Maybe it's the girl next door style, the nonchalant attitude. Who the hell knows. But it works. She's got us all entranced. I'm flirting. She flirts back a little. I go to far and she's suddenly shittesting me and my homies are laughing. I need to be a little more sober talking to this one. I blew it this time. But i know i can have it with a little ingenuity, persistence, and less drank.


We end up fucked up and decide to call it quits at a reasonable time. Some of us have to be up at 6am. I get left behind at the bart station as I had to fill up my card. As I walk down the escalator I notice S is locked in a heated coversation with some guy. To the left, on the stairs is a very pretty young lady walking alone. She smiles, she stares. And if a chick is going to do that that leaves me with no choice but to holler at her. I blurt out some stuff about her joining us for some more drinks right now or some shit. Suddenly the dude that S is talking to shoots me a dirtly glance and I realize he's either her bf or a wannabe bf. Apparently S approached her first and the bf got pissed. I walk up and do the same thing. The dude should be happy he's got a woman hot enough for two guys to spit game at within a few minutes apart. Sweat your gal for jockin not me.. daym.

Fun night. Probably my last night to go out for awhile.

Minivan Pimpin... NOT!

Recently, K's cousin let me borrow his Honda Odyssey Minivan. I had heard a lot about them: the roominess, the cool side doors, the DVD player. I always knew they weren't for me, even as a father. They are just too unsexy.

But hey, its me right... I can get chix to jock me a Ford Pinto.

Driving around El Camino to run errands reaffirmed my original belief. I couldn't get one young tender in the streets to look twice at me.

I'm more of a Audi A4 Avant kind of dad.. ya know?

Stupid Sutter Station

when will I ever learn?
you lasingero
you buracho
when state is bad
don't get trapped
if it don't feel right
put up a fight
get your ass home

Fuck Sutter Station...

Much Ado About Nothing

There's this new Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavor. I have no idea what it's called but the magical concoction contains strawberry cheesecake ice cream with graham crackers. Although I've tried it and have to agree that it's pretty good, K is absolutely addicted to it. So much that we spent a couple hours driving to four different Safeways searching for it... No luck.

A friend of mine recently mentioned she had a publicist on her payroll for her thriving new business. She pays her a few grand a month to get the business' name out to the public. I told her I have several publicists and I don't pay them a dime. They're all these big mouth h0ez that can't keep my name out of they're mouths. Biatches.

Not much else is up...

I've been spending a lot of time doing absolutely nothing except for downloading/listening to music and reading. I've been procrastinating about readying the house. I figured I needed some peace and quiet before chaos breaks loose.