Monday January 6, 2003 at 06:49 pm

�The Cock-Blocker

Oh yes all guys love them, those few souls who just don’t seem to get the gross abundance of hints that are dropped in plain sight that convey the message of “move on”, “find your own watering hole”, “The fat lady is singing just for you”, “Wow, look at the time maybe you should start that long drive home now and beat the Sunday morning church traffic”. In all actuality it’s more of a territorial type thing, it’s the animalistic side of the situation that really constitutes the cock-block, it’s having that schmuck see good damn well what’s going on and completely ignoring the signs that you’re hooking up with that person or that you’ve already hooked up with that person and now it’s time for them to move on. Normally this type of thing is not an issue, most people well get the hint, if not the 1^st time then definitely then 2^nd time. Moving on lets progress with the weekend report which in turn with give further detail into my rant.

Saturday morning not a damn thing happened, I barley had any sleep again, and thus looked forward to get a little drink inebriated to help settle the restlessness. So we rolled out as usual but, things just didn’t seem to be in the ordinary, it was almost as if my brain wanted to go out but my body didn’t. We got there earlier than usual which seemed odd, but bearable.

The night when as usual, we met with Steve and Mikes co-workers, I tried to remember all their names which I still don’t have them all down, but remembered more than I did the last time, and then I we did the shots of Tequila, one of my own preferred drinks of choice. It was quite reminiscent of the old days of high school especially with Dj Alex dropping a barrage of old school tracks.

I ran into Veronica and Theresa again, and found out they were both married, but neither of their men liked coming out with them, and if they do go out, they never go to Woody’s. I also found out the Renee, flower girl, is hooked up with Mark the bouncer, as of a few weeks earlier. We also found out the girl everyone was gawking at earlier was Steve’s “1^st”, as well as hers, it was a mutual de-flowerment.

Overall there seemed to be an abundance of military related people and issues there that evening that continued to make its presence known. After a bit of time the group seemed to part and everyone ventured their own ways, Steve was off a believe trying to become reacquainted with his “1^st”, Mike was off taking pictures, and I was off dancing and drinking with Veronica, Theresa, and Renee, and a few others whom I can’t really remember.

Anyway towards the end of the night, I met Thalia, and Diane, apparent friends of Steve’s as well, speaking of which by the end of the night everyone hated Steve, because he seemed to know every fine woman in the club, but that’s for another story. I kind of met them before Steve introduced us, well Diana at least since we kind of bumped into each other on the dance floor, and then later found out Steve knew them as well. �Steve ended up hooking it up for the night and getting the ladies to roll back to the crib, which as Mike kept saying was dirty as hell and would be ashamed to have anyone see. None the less I devised a plan of action to compensate for such matters, and since I knew no one else would be down for it, or would simply complicate matters I simply told Mike to drop me off at the road outside the side door to the apartment, while he went on a “Jack in the Box” run.

Now thinking that it would only be Mike, Steve, Thalia, and Diane, I figured I wouldn’t need to be full on Mr. Clean, but a general move, wipe, dump, and arrange would suffice. As I ran through the house I stopped short to think if Wayne, had doubled back and followed us to the crib. Wayne, had not wanted the party to end at the club, and wanted to know where everyone was headed off to, to which Mike and both bluntly told him we were going home and going to bed.

Ahh but young Wayne was smarter than that, and pieced together that because Steve was not with us at the car, that he was bringing people over for an after party to which he must be invited to, especially since the 2 owners of the apt already said no one was coming over. Then I realized that the entire night Wayne was where I was just at. If I went to talk to Alex, and turned around, Wayne was right there talking to Alex as soon as I left. I didn’t really notice it until I was talking with Veronica and Theresa, I walked away to dance with Stacy and turned to hand my camera to Steve (I think) and saw Wayne taking the seat I was just in. After the dance I went to say “wassup” to Michelle and sure enough no more than 5 ft from the dance floor Wayne was already on the dance floor trying to get Stacy to dance with him.

I gave Michelle a quick hug, and proceed to the head trying to walk quickly and duck out of site, while at the same time looking for Mike, to confirm that I wasn’t loosing my mind, but since I couldn’t find Mike at the time, I bailed on the Woody’s restroom and headed to the cabaret restroom instead, did my thing and made a quick dip into the VIP lounge without being seen by the bouncer. I sat for about 10 min enjoying the view of course and finally decided that I must have lost my mind with the shot of tequila, to think someone was following me in that manner. I was 2 steps from the bottom floor when the bouncer came around the corner and gave me a nod, luckily he did because over his shoulder I could see the white and black hat Wayne had been wearing glide right behind him without out even a glance in my directions. �Now if I wasn’t as slightly inebriated as I was 2 things would have happened, I would simply disperse with the drama and ask him why doing whatever the hell he was doing that night, or simply have the bouncer stall him out till I had defiantly lost him and simply ducked into one of the side booths for a while. Either way, neither happened, Wayne passed, and I went back to the other side, content with the company of Whomever came by and the Captain Justice’s that Kelly kept bringing us.

The night wore on and we met Thalia and Diane, and thus is where I originally left off. Now I’m sitting there thinking that Wayne probably did double back onto the highway and was likely on his way over anyway. Mike rolled up 1^st I could see that as I struggled to load the dishwasher and wipe down the counters, followed by 2 more sets of headlights, to which I could put one as the car Steve was in. The other set I simply assumed were one of the neighbors making their way home from the bar as well. I was right on the 1^st call as I heard Mike come in as I was putting the bag of trash and pizza box on the back patio, the 2^nd I was dead wrong on. Instead he rolled up asking where the beer needed to be put, and asking how fast we were driving because he never caught up with us, after he turned off the highway to get beer.

This was going to be a long night, at some point in the evening, it was decided to get something to eat, and Denny’s was the obvious choice at the time. Diane and I went and left everyone on the couch, and 45 minutes later, we returned to the sight of everyone piled onto the couch. After eating we opted to take one end of the couch and split the 2nd half with Steve and Thalia, successfully removing Wayne from the equation all together. �Unfortunately Wayne took it upon himself to keep my seat warm when I got up to refresh Diane glass, but was quickly removed upon my arrival again. At some point we moved again and found ourselves on the love seat with our own blanket and getting quite cozy, unfortunately no matter what was said, or overheard by Wayne it was soon followed with a 5 minute intermission of him talking.

No for those that know me, know I’m not a violent person by nature, just when I need to be, even though most of the time I do have violent thoughts, I do not act out upon them. The more Wayne’s voice echoed throughout my presence the more I wondered what it would sound like gurgled by his own blood, or if he would continue to try and talk if I slowly wrapped my hands around his neck and applied pressure. This led to the question of what would Diane do. Would she look on in disbelief, or join in smiling wondering what the hell took me so long to decided on this course of action. This would obviously not be thee case, so I opted to accept the fact that for the most part no matter what course of action other than sitting silent and letting him ramble on I would be perceived as a complete dick to Diane. Which is fine when it’s people I’m well acquainted with, but from what I’ve been told Wayne is the type of guy to go running and crying in his truck like “Red” in “Friday”.

I found myself getting up for some other reason again, I think for pillows and when I walked back in Wayne had once again, tried getting all up on Diane, now I’m not that big of a “My dick is bigger than yours”, “this is my turf” kind of shit, but this was in my house with my invited guest, so once again a quick motion of him to get up is made, and off he went to the other couch. From there on out he stayed but still persisted in yapping at the gums during the entire duration of “Dusk Till Dawn”. Around 6am Wayne finally replaced his words with the somber sound of snores, and Diane and I sat and talked for a bit, nothing to major, but there was the “Grrr” debate and determined who has rights to it, her or me.

At some point in the night, Diane finally decided she was comfortable enough to catch a few winks and soon fell asleep in my arms, which I had absolutely no problem with until Wayne’s dumb-ass who somehow managed to curl up in a ball at the other end of the couch, fell asleep with a nearly full beer in his hand and ended up dumping it on the corner of the blanket Diane and I were sharing, to which I finally kicked Wayne off the couch and onto the floor, but unfortunately Diane was not feeling stretching out and opted to stay curled up beneath my arms. I finally woke her up at 9:30 so Thalia and her could head back home, I walked them out to their car, and came back to kick Wayne out, fortunately he had taken that hint and was soon walking out the door.

I finally got to bed about 10:30 am, when I finally awoke around 2pm I told Steve and Mike about the evenings events, and both were in agreement that I should have snapped his neck.

Thinking the day was going to be fairly slow, I prepped my system for the next phase of the progression. However Mike was intent of cleaning the house, which really isn’t that much, since I had already done the majority of the visual things the previous night, but apparently the arrangement of the items currently residing on my entertainment center weren’t up to par, so instead of taking all papers that had been tossed onto them, and moving the motherboards, and hard drives to places I wouldn’t be able to find when I wanted to find them, I simply moved the entire thing into my room. Now granted I could have straightened it up and moved it later, but since no one, mainly Mike was not about hearing my reasons, I let actions speak say it all for me, and proceeded to move the entertainment center into my room, the originally planned location.

Now there are several reasons why I did this, none of which had anything to do with Mike bitching, but as I said he wasn’t hearing any of that so I just let him yell and bitch that I was being a dick. The main reasons I moved it were:

1)���� My turntables need to be near a computer and speakers.

2)���� I don’t like having my turntables out so that anyone with a curious hand can fuck with them or the mixer.

3)���� Though I don’t have a lot of room in my room, by putting the entertainment center in my room, it will also added shelving space that I am in desperate need of.

4)���� If it’s not in the main area then I can keep it as I please, since it’s organized the way I want it

Of course Mike saw this as me being a dick, to which I agreed, simply to end the entire conversation. So now I have for the most part everything in my room, I replaced the entertainment center with the bookshelf I originally had in my room, it doesn’t quite “go”, as well as the entertainments center, but that’s not my problem. Granted all of this was planned to take place anyway, instead of moving my desk out to the living area or selling it and replacing it with a smaller one.

Now the major issues to tackle are

1)���� Moving the router into my room to setup the mini LAN

2)���� Re-routing the cabling to Mikes room, which pretty much consist with #1, but since it’ll be in my room the cable running between the 2 will not be as apparent as it is now, thus lowering the “tacky/unprofessional” level it currently holds

3)���� Run the cables for the big speakers to the main control box, and pray they reach.

a.����� If they don’t reach either replacing the cables with longer ones, or moving the control box closer

4)���� Reroute the CAT5 and Coaxial cables to the main system

5)���� Setup the 1.2 GHz system fro the tables and install the recording software

6)���� Configuring XP to re-recognize the onboard video card and enable multiple display functionality, on the main system

7)���� Setup the 1.2ghz with web cam functionality either through the web cams or through the breakout box for the All In wonder

1-4 are fairly easy, but since I’ve lost the manual for the 1.2 GHz somewhere along the way, that will take a little more time as well setting up dual display on the main box, since for whatever reason XP isn’t recognizing the display adapter even when it is configured.

My next project is to build a router out of one of the old cases and with all the old NIC cards I have laying around, but this is something that can definitely be held off on, unless it’ll be much easier than 5-7.

The other significance this weekend held is that is marks another week where sleep and I just don’t seem to be seeing “eye to eye” on, but that’s another story maybe to be written later tonight.

On a lighter note, I found that Comedy Central is now showing Undergrads.

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It’s a cool cartoon that I found on IRC a while back that was playing in Canada but was taken off the air, it’s definitely something everyone should check out.

I also realized just how funny “The Brak Show”

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Harvey Birdman are funny as hell.

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