Hello, and welcome to The Nothing Files. I gave that as my favorite new phrase entered into the lexicon in 2008, on The Nothing Files year end review show that Thom and I just recorded. Better than "I'm a maverik", "Yes we can!" or even "Helicopter hunting". So given Thom's prepencity to not get these things out in a timely fashion, look for it sometime around Valentines day. Man, life can be disappointing.
In lighter news, I think I drunkenly agreed to going to Vegas in May last night. So that should be fun. My old buddy Jon, sometimes NF contributer, is a drunk AND a gambler, so I'm starting my new workout regiment now to help him from getting beat up on the lovely and friendly streets of Lost Vegas. You know, the last time I was in Vegas, about 3 years ago, I noticed how friendly everyone is usually at the blackjack tables. And since it seems that no one actually playing the games lives in Vegas, the inevitable, where are you from conversation comes up. Well, when I told people that I was from Iowa, what always was that follow-up question was, are you a cowboy. ? First off, unless they're growing them pale and not remotely ripped, no. Second, this is Iowa, not Montana. But being the whimiscal sort that I am, I took my first days winnings to the western outfitters across from the Hilton and got some boots and a hat. Fortunatly I already had the pre-requisit tight levis and a couple of western shirts with skulls and shit on them. That night, shit yea I was a cowboy. Had 300 head back on the ranch. Thank god I didn't run into anyone who knew the first thing about agri-buisness.
So that's on the docket for the new year. And that's about it, so far. So I'll keep it light, and make sure you check out www.nothingfiles.blogspot.com and head over to iTunes and download The Nothing Files podcasts. It's all I have... Really.
In lighter news, I think I drunkenly agreed to going to Vegas in May last night. So that should be fun. My old buddy Jon, sometimes NF contributer, is a drunk AND a gambler, so I'm starting my new workout regiment now to help him from getting beat up on the lovely and friendly streets of Lost Vegas. You know, the last time I was in Vegas, about 3 years ago, I noticed how friendly everyone is usually at the blackjack tables. And since it seems that no one actually playing the games lives in Vegas, the inevitable, where are you from conversation comes up. Well, when I told people that I was from Iowa, what always was that follow-up question was, are you a cowboy. ? First off, unless they're growing them pale and not remotely ripped, no. Second, this is Iowa, not Montana. But being the whimiscal sort that I am, I took my first days winnings to the western outfitters across from the Hilton and got some boots and a hat. Fortunatly I already had the pre-requisit tight levis and a couple of western shirts with skulls and shit on them. That night, shit yea I was a cowboy. Had 300 head back on the ranch. Thank god I didn't run into anyone who knew the first thing about agri-buisness.
So that's on the docket for the new year. And that's about it, so far. So I'll keep it light, and make sure you check out www.nothingfiles.blogspot.com and head over to iTunes and download The Nothing Files podcasts. It's all I have... Really.