Welcome Back Cotter

I know its been a while since i've updated the adventures, but you know what, tough shit.

I'm here slaying over a hot desktop pumping out emails while your sitting there in your cubicle thinking that if you sit on facebook for one more minute your going to go blind.

I like to consider this blog a little bit like Jack Bauer, dangerous and only around every other season.

I also like to consider this blog a little bit like Mathew Mconahey, fun loving, drunk, in peak physical shape and barefoot.

Now that we've got that out of the way i'd like everyone to take a deep breath and say "its all going to be ok".....ok maybe not, but fuck it, lets go bowling. God does this economy suck...i'm thinking about getting back into the pizza delivery game, but no one lives at thier house anymore...fucking forclosures.

In high school i delivered sushi for a while, made killer tips once people realized i was actually there to give them thier sushi, not ask to take thier daughter to take a ride in my '88 honda accord...balling!!!!!

none the less, i'm back, you like it and its going to be all good.

check frequently for some updates as i've saved some stories that will make your head spin (insert joke about craig davis's cousin here).

Carpe Diem
ADA

we won....now what

Now trust me, my high school football career got me no where near states, and the last thing i've come close to winning what a beer pong tournament at a dive bar in nyc...but you've got to think, if your playing in the world series and win on the road....it really cant be THAT cool.

Yeah your jumping into your locker room, spraying enough booze and champagne to cure hunger in several 3rd world countries, but at what point does someone look around and say...man, this is getting awkward.

Yeah this definetly increases your chances at endorsements, probably won you a sick bonus and will help any problems you have in your love life but your in a town full of people that absolutely dispize you. Ok, i take this back, if you're a professional sports player with probelms in your love life....please start playing in traffic now. Ok now back to my theory, here's a real life example as I imagine the red soxs when they won at yankee stadium in '04. You think those guys went out that night in NYC and tore up bars...hell no, if i saw one of those ass clowns i'd probably ..........ask them for thier email addess and spam the shit out of them. (YEAH!)

so here's to you world champions on the road,...enjoy the victory now, because the feeling you get at the end of a 5 minute hug with a teammate is going to need some explaining. None the less you better be well rested casue tomorrow when you wake up your going to have some email to read.

the greatest song ever

now i'm in no way, shape or form interested in american idol, but if this guy didnt win...i'm pissed:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pP7p8kmMUc




2 words....feel good

4 people i meet at the gym (Part Du)

seeing as how I'm currently at an all time low of unhealthiness I think it makes sense to at least write about the people at the gym that see to find their way into my nightmares once again...

part 2 of this series focuses on the treadmill racer.

Ever been running on the treadmill and someone violates the every other treadmill rule? Man this really gets me going, here i am trying to watch the Tila Tequila on my TV and this aggressive little lady decides that the sweatiest kid in the gym may be a good person to run next to. So after changing back to sports center or watching a Yankees encore we each begin to run. Around the 1 mile pace this direct descendant of lance armstrong who's probably about 5'4'' decides to step up her game and start pushing the same pace as me. I then try to be the hero and compete but there's no stopping her, its like the scene in rocky 4 when ivan draggo's pumping the treadmill up to 8.0 incline...now that's bad ass. (que hearts on fire....now)

so here i am, running 5 extra miles beyond what i was expected to run, I've got a cramp in my quad thats adding to my already noticeable limp and shes still going.

after i pretend to sprain something i have to slow down but at this point she has already won. Normal people may drop it down to a 3.0 and have a nice cool off lap, but not me, i recognize the defeat, go back to the lockeroom and sulk like byung hung chin after arron boone went deep in the 10th inning.

so i say this champion of the treadmills...next time, choose a wiser neighbor, cause I'm not going to let defeat rear its ugly head again...I'll just take a dive and make sure to take you out with me.

....towel please

random thoughts by jack handy

here are some random thoughts I've had lately:

Working at TMZ must really suck....i wonder if they have you start on the D list celebrities like Spencer from the hills and slowly move up to good people like Morgan Freeman and Danny Diveto

What ever happened to Christopher Lloyd and why did "great scott" never catch on like it should have

I've recently realized on a road trip that technology has flip flopped in the past 3 years in me owning an ipod and now the radio has cooler shit than my gym, rock, chill and sketchy playlists combined

Having Annie Lewis's walking on broken glass on your IPOD under sketchy mix makes your play list that much more sketch (please see later post...weird moments that occurred because my ipod was on shuffle)

more and more people ask me about my blog, but i doubt anyone even comes here as its simply a ploy to get me to buy more media or drink more beer

I recently heard a "dumps like a truck" reference and although hysterical, I'm extremely glad that neither sysco or that saying caught on

who the hell applies to work at TMZ...is there a major for that or do you simply need cash for drug addiction



i wonder if the cashiers who check me out at the super market judge me for my purchases (special k with red berries and most recently a lean cuisine)

i wonder how healthy a lean cuisine really is

I wonder if anyone else other than my buddy Marc knew that Randy Jackson was in Journey, I'm not sure if my opinion of randy jackson just went up or if my opinion of journey went down.....i think I'll have to ask TMZ


if this guy judged me i'd be pissed




"yo dawg your solo is wack" Randy Jackson circa 2007

People I meet at the gym (a 4 part series)

Going to the gym is normally an ordain task which if possible I'd like to fast forward through (if only dvr worked in real life).

This week I noticed several stereotypes of people that i see in almost every gym i go to, especially ones in Murray hill.

My first gym acquaintance is one that's hard to ignore, the Grunter.

This guy normally wears no sleeves and a really really sweet arm band.

Now i know you've been working hard to get your weight up, and trust me that new fake tan you got shows it...but your grunts aren't in sync with my ipod songs and its throwing off my rhythm as i jump rope to rocky sound track.

So please Mr. grunter, lay off the sauce, try buying some sleeves and get a better hobby, like chasing girls on crutches or buying online media

more to come....

These SPAM guys are getting good

I recently received this email in my junk box:

From: Russell Shearer
Sent:Thu 5/15/08 8:00 AM

Girls don't like you? We have a solution!
U can restore your health just right now.
Simple way to enhance your love life.
(insert link here)


Russell, I'd appreciate it if you stopped following me around and emailing me products that you think I need.

Thanks,
Mike