Normally I write this aware winning post in the morning. I suck down a cup of black as night coffee and write. I have been assured that this post is read by millions. Today’s post is going to be a departure from that format. I am writing this after a very bad day, the only good thing, no one was hurt for once.

While I won’t bother you with the entire sad tale there is one thing you need to know. There will be no Wonderpod this week. We got together like normal, hit the record button and went for it. It was one of the best episodes we have done, that much I do know. When we finished I hit stop and checked to the file. There was no file, the session didn’t record. There is nothing more frustrating than to put in all that effort only to have a software malfunction fuck you. So our plan is to try again next week, still doesn’t take the sting out of this set back.

Which brings up an interesting point, the notion of success and failure. I am kind of weird bastard when it comes to that. If I am doing everything right then leave me be. I would much rather have someone speak up when shit goes wrong. I always figured if I do my part then things should get done right. No need for pumping my ego or patting myself on the back just because I got something done. On other hand someone better let me know when things are bombing. All I know is you’ll never tastes success without falling on your face a few times. No one is that bloody lucky.

Okay time to improve the mood of this post and right now. Years ago, during the same event I will be attending this weekend a hilarious life lesson happened. Three of my buddies rolled in to town and were sharing a hotel room. One of the guys would become quite fun to mess with when drunk. So after the bars closed we returned to the room to keep on drinking. Since we were out of ice we asked mister drunk (real name) to go get some. We told him to do so only wearing his underwear, boots and cowboy hat. He did just as we asked which by itself was pretty funny. We quickly snapped some pictures for posterity and then locked the hotel room door. Upon his return he started bagging on the door and screaming at us. We were all laughing until suddenly the bloody door comes crashing in. What we didn’t know, was this guy is a black belt in some form of martial arts. He kicked the door clean off the hinges. The most amazing part is the hotel never charged the three stooges for the destroyed door. Believe me when I tell you we were a little more careful messing with the guy after that. If he could do that to a door imagine what he could do to a human skull.

Lucky for doors and the town in general my crew of deviants have settled down as we have gotten older. That doesn’t mean we won’t have a lot of fun this weekend. It just means we will try to do so with out extra expense or jail time. Whatever your doing this weekend, do it safe and have fun.

I’m out