tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134742022008-07-16T06:02:05.439-04:00The Nate WayTVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12872685564949773370noreply@blogger.comBlogger776125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-86301433740168924502008-06-12T13:10:00.003-04:002008-06-12T17:12:23.615-04:00Timeline of a Quadruple MurderMy old college roommate sent me this link. We can’t believe it’s been ten years since it happened.
If you’ve lived in Tampa for more than ten years, even if you are self-involved and under the age of twenty, you’ve probably heard the name Hank Earl Carr. He killed some people, including a four year old boy and three cops. He affected my life a little, too.
Please keep in mind that this is not Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-60710996405448456572008-06-11T18:13:00.005-04:002008-06-12T08:05:36.155-04:00The Snippets Strained a CalfDanielle: You look depressed.
Me: Albert Pujols got injured yesterday. He'll probably be out for a month.
Danielle: Who's gonna be out of what now?
Me: The best position player on the Cardinals got injured.
Danielle: Wait. Don't all players play a position?
Me: Do you really want to hear the long explanation for that baseball term?
Danielle: No.
Jake: So with all the bad juju you been getting Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-17733932549261072372008-06-10T11:08:00.001-04:002008-06-10T11:18:53.940-04:00A Day Late with the ObservationsYesterday, as I was being driven home from work like a piece of big, fleshy luggage, the sky opened up and scattered lightning bolts and windy rain all over us. Which is cool. I mean, it’s not cool but that’s summer in Florida. In Florida, every summer it rains pretty much everyday and there’s more lightning than in the other seasons. I’m fine with that because that’s how it always is. However, Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-77505976744712269792008-06-09T11:05:00.001-04:002008-06-09T11:11:27.263-04:00Happy Birthday to the BlogThe Nate Way turns three today. It seems like only yesterday that we started this thing. Back then I was asking PIC Owner Court Sullivan questions like, “What’s a blog?” and “Is this legal?” and “You don’t have an extra computer, do you?” And now, here we are precisely three years later. Since we started, I’ve been through more than thirty girls, two computers and 5,475 mixed drinks. It’s been a Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-42492733079803091512008-06-05T18:44:00.007-04:002008-06-05T19:42:28.926-04:00The Snippets Don't Care Who WinsMe: So, why the hell should I care who wins, again?
Jake: It's Lakers/Celtics. You have to give a shit.
Me: Why? I don't root for either team.
Jake: It's like Star Wars. Either you're a Sith fan or a Jedi fan.
Me: Honestly, you really need to move out of your parents' place.
Me: Why are you calling me Little Nate?
Scott: Because Big Nate is bigger than you.
Me: I don't know if I like being Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-17013762593294031872008-06-04T09:46:00.003-04:002008-06-04T17:29:40.440-04:00Humans Name Their HurricanesOkay, so I’m a little late with this year’s hurricane name gimmick. For those of you who don’t read me every year, I usually do a little piece whereby I list the overtly stupid names that The National Oceanic Institute Of Something Having To Do With Political Correctness uses to name the bodacious storms that rock our hurricane heady lives every year down here in this Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-73287013339588687732008-06-02T17:43:00.005-04:002008-06-03T10:17:18.651-04:00Observations like a Misspelled WordOkay, by far and away the funniest thing from Friday’s spelling bee was the kid who thought he got the word(s) “numb nuts” and said so out loud. Not a top five moment in bee history, but definitely in the top fifty.
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Erin Andrews has more business at the spelling bee than did last year’s “sideline reporter” Stu Scott. But not much more.
Are all of America’s little geniuses being home schooled?
Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-77025355018549049222008-05-30T11:27:00.004-04:002008-05-30T16:32:25.676-04:00Bee AwesomeI get fifteen paid vacation days a year. I take off to see my family every summer and over Christmas break. I use the rest for the occasional festival or for-me-fun vacation. I used to take off one day a year for the Spelling Bee but I stopped thanks to TIVO.
But, much like a crazy ex-girlfriend who's great in bed, I couldn't keep the spelling bee on hold any longer. Today, I should be at work. Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-49502922954069571142008-05-28T15:20:00.002-04:002008-05-28T15:30:02.134-04:00The Snippets Moved Next DoorAshley: So, you’re taking Friday off to watch the spelling bee?
Me: The semi-finals, yup.
Ashley: You are so such a geek.
Me: The spelling bee kicks ass and everyone knows it. All non-believers will be swayed.
Ashley: Dork.
Scott: I don’t know how I feel about carrying this mattress.
Me: Nobody does.
Me: Why are you sitting on the floor?
Julie: I don’t trust those couches.
Me: Why not?
Julie: Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-61530361097929088502008-05-27T12:09:00.001-04:002008-05-27T12:11:23.222-04:00Memorial Day ObservationsI hope everyone enjoyed their three day weekend. Come to think of it, I hope I enjoyed it too. Oh wait, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Oh well, a man can still hope.
Memorial Day is always an interesting day. We’re supposed to use it as a chance to thank all the men who fought and died in wars for this great nation, but mainly we just barbecue pork and drink beer. I love this country.
There Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-32282226788262912022008-05-23T11:46:00.002-04:002008-05-23T12:03:34.296-04:00The Live-In Prostitute PlanI think I need a live-in prostitute.
Now, I’ve never actually paid for sex, by which I mean that I’ve never hired a prostitute. But I also don’t let women pay on dates, which means that I spend a great deal of money making sure that women are well fed, well-buzzed and generally taken care of. It’s the way I was raised. You can take the boy out of the Midwest but… well, you know the rest.
The Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-43579175435891359442008-05-22T12:53:00.000-04:002008-05-22T12:54:15.382-04:00Clear View (Poem)Brainwashed ethics hide the horrible truth
of what we all long to say and do.
God handed me an apron,
Said, “hey kid, go to work.”
And so I went with no regrets
Wandering through memories
On the open faces of strangers
Trying to find the source of true expression.
Wished upon a star,
Only to find an unknown
Luring me back Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-48553917031691805422008-05-21T13:12:00.001-04:002008-05-21T13:14:09.488-04:00The Snippets are TrashyAaron: Dude, you work at the softball fields, right?
Greg: Yeah.
Aaron: Here’s what you need to do. You need to develop a way so that like, when the chicks slide, their uniforms peel off.
Me: Dude, that is just fucking dumb.
Aaron: What? You’re telling me it wouldn’t be awesome?
Me: No, it would be. But there’s no compound out there that melts lycra without damaging skin so it wouldn’Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-18679164435980922222008-05-20T15:41:00.002-04:002008-05-20T15:45:11.333-04:00Mold Moves MeThis weekend I get to move. Next door.
Not too many people ever move next door to where they live. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones.
You see, amid every other crazy aspect of my messed up, overly dramatic, relatively-litigious life, I’ve had a mold problem. I asked management to do stuff about it but they didn’t really focus too hard on it and I didn’t really care because, as I may have Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-50309835312302621492008-05-19T10:58:00.000-04:002008-05-19T11:00:06.992-04:00This is One PostThe Tampa Bay Rays, a professional baseball team currently in first place in its division, has the following slogan: We Are One Team! Wow.
If you wanted to tell me nothing, Formerly Devil Rays, you could have used four less words. I mean, seriously, were you guys actually thinking that you were two or possibly even three teams? If so, the entire front office needs to be replaced. You are Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-64460881204536680992008-05-16T20:32:00.003-04:002008-05-16T20:37:23.347-04:00I'm Not Writing TonightI'm watching the Tampa Rays play the St. Louis Cardinals on television right now. They're in St. Louis The last time this happened was in June of 2005, my first month writing here, when they were in Tampa.
And guess what, I wrote abou it.
Game 1
http://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/2005/06/cardinals-vs-d-rays-boxers-vs-briefs.html
Game 2
http://www.pointsincase.com/nathan/2005/06/game-2-Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-42748052599861901652008-05-15T16:42:00.000-04:002008-05-15T16:47:28.201-04:00Bruises FadeHonestly, there’s nothing left.
That’s the cool thing about a breakup. Everything starts with emotions and confusion, nothing gets expressed properly, people blow up at each other, threats are made, furniture is broken, unnecessary insults are hurled, drunken phone calls are made and in the end, you (if you’re me) crawl into a bottle of liquor for a few days and you don’t come out.
And then Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-92188341345859347942008-05-14T20:16:00.001-04:002008-05-14T20:17:44.608-04:00A Little Something I'm working Onhttp://theinvestorscoroner.blogspot.com/
If you like the investing stuff or just want to read more of me, click the link above. Feedback is always welcome as new projects are often tricky.
ThanksNathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-7749792192655132072008-05-14T12:23:00.002-04:002008-05-14T12:26:10.869-04:00The Snippets Huff GasMe: Hey do you think you can help me move?
Scott: No.
Me: I won’t need much help.
Scott: Where you moving to?
Me: Next door.
Scott: You know, that move probably won’t provide much of a change of scenery.
Me: I don’t know dude. Sometimes there’s a whole new world next door.
Scott: Have you been huffing paint?
Ty: Why’d you and your girl break up?
Me: I’m tired of talking about it.Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-89962978646740803992008-05-13T12:06:00.004-04:002008-05-13T14:01:40.422-04:00Stupid Fat YankeesOkay, I’m not one of those assholes who thinks that everyone from the northeastern United States is a prick. I’m well traveled enough to know that pricks tend to be everywhere and that their regional affiliations really only show up in accents and jargon. But this weekend, I met some stereotypical yankee douchebags.
Before we begin, I must qualify this. I have no problem with yankees as a whole.Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-19919654942740361132008-05-12T13:41:00.001-04:002008-05-12T13:43:57.727-04:00Observations on my 765th PostLove and money do not belong together. I mean that.
Zits seem more like a skin disease when they’re on your shoulders instead of your face.
Drinking alcohol with fruit juice and working out while hungover for an extended period of time will eventually frustrate your body to the point where you’re not sure if you’re healthy or unhealthy. I mean, when you’re tan and toned, how could anything beNathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-7166086102432030182008-05-11T12:12:00.004-04:002008-05-11T12:26:49.531-04:00My Mom Reads this BlogMy mom loves telling embarrassing stories about me. I mean she really enjoys it. One of her favorite baby pictures of me was taken with me kissing my little brother on the cheek (I think we were like three and two respectively at the time) in an effort to help him get over his since resolved fear of large flash bulbs. You can imagine how embarrassed I would get when Mom would show that picture toNathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-63391799254061172432008-05-09T13:32:00.007-04:002008-05-09T20:10:51.930-04:00The Investor's Coroner: Everything Suckso
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Welcome back to The Investor’s Coroner, your weekly attempt to make both sense and fun of the current global markets and inform you of the happenings in the international marketplace while simultaneously dropping in jokes from the free throw line of life.
It is a goal of The Investor’s Coroner to help you understand just what’s going on in this here economy. Or, Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-24160246164102908862008-05-08T13:57:00.003-04:002008-05-09T14:28:08.912-04:00Help Out the Old HoodDuring one half year of my life, I volunteered to help latchkey kids learn to read at a local church for a program called Kids' Place. The program, invented by my minister mother and run by wide-eyed college students with dreams of changing the world one person at a time, does a great job teaching children how to interact, how to be better at school and how not to fall into the pit of desperationNathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13474202.post-72866132347999075612008-05-07T15:33:00.001-04:002008-05-07T15:35:37.466-04:00The Snippets Cut Out the Ice CreamDave: So how you handling the breakup?
Me: I’m good. Gets easier every day and all that.
Dave: Yeah, you’ll bounce back. It’s not like you have all that many feelings.
Me: I do have some.
Dave: Yeah, but you sound like you just found that out.
Me: You’re… you’re probably right.
Jamie: You look good.
Me: Yeah, I’ve got no car so I’ve been walking a lot lately, getting some sun and Nathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15067400031883519292noreply@blogger.com