WASTED

One missing filling + a wisdom tooth = worst pain ever!!

Antibiotics and Tylenol 3 have me chillin' in bed all day. Blahhhhh...

Waiting

The snow is back and this guy stood in it on the sidewalk across the street for about twenty minutes just like this. Looking back and forth. Weird.

CASH MONEY

Bank's suck, avoid them.  The phone service lackeys are typically morons.  They frequently direct you to a physical branch, at which point you are told what you wish to do can't be done there.  The usual argument ensues, consisting of several points related to the fact that it is MY money and I can spend as much of it as I want.  A quick "converstaion" with the Manager reveals that yes, I can spend my own money, imagine that!!

I'm over it.  Move all your money to a reputable credit union, you won't regret it.

Back in action.

My VPN connection to my job's network died a few weeks ago. I was too lazy to try and figure out what was wrong until last night when connecting at a couple different cafes and coffee shops was successful. The work computer is a Dell, router in my house, Apple.

I owned the old Hershey's kiss looking Airport router originally, then left it with my parents when I moved to Portland. I bought the newer version of the airport after that. All Apple products come with install discs but typically as soon as you plug in the hardware it recognizes it, does it's thing and boom, you're done. Digging through some support documents last night showed an application, "Airport Utility" included on the install disc. I figured I might as well try that, popped the install disc I had (which was unopened) into the drive and was prompted that it was the old install disc from the Hershey's router. I was prompted to download the correct utility application, upgraded the firmware and everything was fine.

So the combination of old VPN software and old router configuration/firmware worked. When my job upgraded their VPN software, the router no longer wanted to party.

Things are golden now. Woot.

Obama 200(SHINE)

It's shine time...let's do this!

Portland's real J.B.

Last night's Blazer game against the New Jersey Nets didn't start off so well.  We fought back from a slow start and were a few points down at halftime.  But then trailed by 11 midway through the third quarter.  We needed someone to step up and assist Roy and Aldridge who were already giving it what they had.

Coach Nate called upon Jerryd Bayless to play point, and get to work.  He got it done with strong drives to hoop, buttery smooth jumpers, and one hell of a floating two handed dunk!  6 for 9 shooting and 11 perfect trips to the free-throw line added up to a career high 23 points.

Great job J.B. and welcome to Portland.

Bollywood

Benny Lava called...he's awesome!!

Adiós Brentster

(this picture is a 'Groundhog Day' bite, if you didn't get it)

Today is co-worker and homie, Brent Holman's last day of work here at Powermax. He leaves Monday to take on his 2 year mission that will lead him from Portland to Utah, to Vera Cruz, Mexico and home again.

This kid makes me laugh everyday and his great sense of humor, ability to quote movies with the best, and slight cynicism (probably learned that from me) will be sorely missed tomorrow and everyday after.

God speed Brentster, and don't worry we'll have a whole new batch of YouTube videos and coach rants for you to fill up on in 2 years.

And as we like to say around here...'that's what she said!'

EBCo

Stemming from the wild mind of Jeremy Murray, EBCo was BMX to our tight Eugene, Oregon crew.

The 'E' stood for Eternal, not Eugene as some had thought. And the 'BCo' for Bike and Company respectively.

When I purchased my first car, an '86 Accord, I knew I had to rock some vanity plates. Being heavy influenced by BMX, I decided to rep the local brand.

Ironically I never made an attempt to take the license test and rarely drove the car, only via my permit and a friend. But fear not, my Dad (Hammy B) used the car regularly, making sure the plates made their rounds through town.

EBCo...that names stands for countless good times and friends, and I'm greatful to have been a part of it while it lasted.

Lung rot

I haven't been out much since the smoking ban went into effect but I have to say (at most places) it's been nice to walk out just as I walked in. So fresh and so clean... well, you get it.

Some bars that will go unnamed *coughtubecough* might have been better off remaining smoky. Now that the nightly gaseous mask has cleared, things never smelled before in that bar are more than evident. For instance; the bathroom, weed in people's jackets and the ever present vomit-inducing funk of those people in our fair city who don't make showering or doing laundry a priority. These three smells don't mix well but then again, they don't quite stick to my sweater, pants, shirt, shoes, and socks like the old intruder, either.

Win some lose some. Smoke em' if you've got em'. Outside though, ya bastards.

Unrelated, some seemingly homeless peeps congregated in the park across the street playing some kind of game a week or two ago before a fight erupted between them and some asses were whooped.



Don't touch my cards, fool. Or dice.. or... whatever. I get angry!

Whip Twins

So I saw my Passat twin, Nick today, as I was rolling off the freeway near Bridgeport.  I don't think he could see me, but there were definetly two dope silver Passat wagons at that stop light this morning.

Slo's...

Nick's...

We are live!

200(SHINE) is here so me and my main man Andrew C. decided to put PDX on lock and start blogging this muthafucka.

Welcome to portlandallday...

-ALLDAY