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I thought I would take the time to write about the experience one experience of the weekend. Which would happen to have happened on Friday. Raleigh had decided for me that going to the dentist was in my best interests for keeping her happy. In that regard I was happy to fulfill her request. The basic circle I have found out that if Raleigh isn’t happy. Tristan’s isn’t happy. So if Raleigh is happy Tristan will then be happy. I pretty much use this simple way of thinking to work around any idea I have to decide if it will break this loop I have going.

So a few weeks ago I went to the dentist. I hadn’t been to the dentist since I was 11 or 12 or so. The last time I recall was when my mom was working at a Nursing home and my sister and I were getting babysat at some construction site for one of our tenants named Stewart. A Scottish fellow that was incredibly odd but if you really care to know how odd shoot me an e-mail. I remember all day I was brushing my teeth and using mouthwash. Must have been at least 20 times that day. So I go to the dentist without any hitches then and because of parents and lack of insurance or drive I hadn’t been to the dentist since.

This appalled Raleigh and she did a check on my insurance and was like “You are going to the dentist” Had I refused the circle of someone being happy would be broken and well bad day for everyone. I really am not a fan of the dentist ever since they started using needles and I hate needles because some nurse screwed up giving me an injection when I had mono. So the general idea of needles has made me rather unhappy and I tend to freak out. Bees scare me because they are basically needle marines that inject you with micro poison. They are quick to anger as well. So pretty much anything with a needle is a “No” unless you give me something to calm my nerves.

So the first time going to the dentist in many years my thought was that all my teeth are going to be broken and sucked out and I would need to get dentures. Raleigh had me basically thinking my mouth was a cesspool of vermin and decay and death. But after all this time it turned out I only had one cavity and needed a stronger cleaning then normal but not a program of deep cleanings. So which basically raised my ego about a billion points because I had healthier teeth then the lady Raleigh. They had to use this thing called a gouger and soul extractor or a hook thing and a water pick as Raleigh would say because she says I exaggerate things to much.

During this cleaning I was holding on for my life. Because I feel like they are ripping my face off with these hooks and picks and tools of death. What I was told was an hour and a half seemed like just 20 minutes of pure hell. So for the filling they gave me an Rx and told me to come back in two weeks for the drill. They gave me some Rx for something which is purely amazing. It made me not remember a whole day. I totally didn’t have to recall an experience going to Ross.

I am sure everyone knows what Ross is. But if you don’t let me enlighten you. It’s a discount retail store for discounted retail stuff. So something goes to Macy’s lets say. It doesn’t sell there or there is something wrong with it. They send it to their outlet store and if doesn’t sell there they send it to one of these Ross type stores to sell. So they have lots of cheap crap they couldn’t sell anywhere else. They are always horribly lighted and trashed and no room to do anything with crappy music and they just smell dirty. Raleigh loves this shopping establishment. I would rather pay the extra few dollars. To not deal with any of these issues. But I digress. I was told we went there on Friday and I don’t recall it at all. But we do have a new can opener. Which I use mostly. I have yet to see her use one. I know when she reads this it will be “Shutup Tristan. I use the can opener. I use it all the time. I am the can opening goddess of the greenwood” Which I will probably laugh at and get “Baby, don’t laugh” see right now as she is reading this she is pondering what she is going to say to me when she looks to her right and sees me sitting there. If I had to guess what I am doing right now as she is reading this I would say probably working out a math problem in the air.

But anyways back to the gloating of teeth cleaning. So I took 2 pills Friday morning to make my filling experience a bit more pleasant for everyone involved. Which was probably the best idea anyone had. Because I had never been so relaxed. They put all this crap and a rubber sheet over my face and it was like whatever. I don’t care what you do just keep me pain free. I bought an audiobook to keep my mind busy but turned out I didn’t need it I don’t recall what I listened to there didn’t appear to be a thing that could get me down on Friday. They took care of my teeth and now have a perfectly clean mouth other then the obscenity that pops out for a random reason. So really this entire post was a reason to gloat.

After my teeth had been cleaned Raleigh actually did something I had never seen her do before. It happened on Sunday. We were at a Red Robin and she had an Iced Tea and I got some Strawberry Lemonade. I had a drink of my lemonade a few times and she decided she didn’t like her tea. She actually took a sip of the lemonade. I was beyond perplexed she will never try a drink if I touched it. But she did so I guess in that respect having my teeth cleaned was worth it.

In case you didn’t get the circle reference here is a little flowchart. To help you understand since the flow can go either way it can have an affect on either party involved.

Tristan is Out.

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So today came some really good news. The old domain name for the site that I retired became available so I picked it back up again. This site has been through a few changes. Here are the former pages as follows.

1. www.expage.com/pages/craze15 (No Long Exists) Internet Archive
2. http://tjpipo.bizland.com — I got this site when I was using Frontpage and wanted frontpage extensions to do “cool things”. It no longer exists but I think you can find it on the wayback machine
3. XMDude.com — Well this site came about when I was a Satellite Radio obsessed junkie and was going to be a journey into a review site. But I didn’t have the time to devote to it and XMFan.com was founded instead. XMDude.com just redirects to this page now.
4. SiriusDude.com — This site came about when I kinda lost the idea of XM Satellite Radio and went to Sirius Satellite Radio and worked with SIriusBackstage.com
5. TristanPipo.com — What you find today.

So 2005 came about and I let siriusdude.com expire and fall into the pits of the internet. Some spam site took it over and the domain was just left to sit there. I got a notice saying some e-mail was unable to deliver to siriusdude.com which had me wondering WTF mate! So I went to see what was up with the domain. It was available so I picked it up again and now back to an all good domain happy family. I feel so complete right now.

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I picked up the Flight of the Conchords DVD. Target had it for $19.99. Raleigh has never seen this brilliant program. So I thought I would share with you all probably one of my favorite moments.

Now if I only had a pair of Business Socks.

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Hey TristanPipo.com readers! I have been rather slack on updating the blog and because of this readership and hits have gone down. Which is understandable so I am going to work on being a better poster. Pretty much every personal blog that I have ever seen does this every now and then. I used to have aspirations to be a professional blogger. But I didn’t really have the market. Most professional bloggers seem to be well connected in the industry or be females. Being female and having boobs seems to be the number one factor in getting readers. You will instantly attract a great deal of men leaving stupid comments in the hopes that they might be the lucky one that will get to see you naked. But odds are they will meet some other dude who knows very little about their digital life and therefor will not brag about how they got to nail such a female blogger. But as with all my blogs we have found ourself on another tangent. Odd but you would think I am somewhat bitter when I could really care less.

I am writing this at 12:43am Sunday May 25th 2008. When it just so happens that I turned 25 on May 20th. It sometimes has been brought to my attention that 1/3 of my life is now over. Which can be a bit daunting to some. I have never been a real fan of birthdays. For some reason I find myself setting lower and lower expectations every year and find myself getting shafted by things not even making those expectations. Lets see last year I had a dinner at the casino buffet and got some coin and a Wok Accessory Kit. A few days later for another dinner I got ditched at a restaurant by my now current girlfriend. But at least one of those things worked out in the end.

I have been told by some that I have a witty style for writing and that most things I say take a turn on the blunt side and come around for an interesting bit of comedy. But for some reason lately I have been feeling a little down about myself. I would really like to get going back to the gym again. But now with my friends being scattered all around the area I find myself facing the wall of working out solo. Which has never really been my ideal situation. I would prefer to push myself harder and generally require a spotter and like someone that has the same workout ethic that I do. I miss going 5 days a week.

So I am sitting here at my computer desk and I look over at my other monitor stand and see a $1 bill in a wooden custom built frame. That was the first dollar I had ever made working on computers. I fixed a guys computer that was running mega slow. Deleted a whole bunch of software. Ran a virus scan and fixed all his shortcuts since they were all copies of copies. I made $51 dollars for that and that $1 is still in a frame to remind me that it all started from $1.

But it’s rather late and the comedy is just not flowing this evening. I don’t have anything witty to say at the moment. I miss updating the world on myself. You come here to read about me and what’s new. Do you have anything you would like to know? What aspect of my site keeps you coming back hoping for an update? I would really like to know.

Much Happiness and Love to All the Readers. I will be talking to you all soon.
-Tristan Pipo

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Sometimes I wish I had 1000 monkeys who were on keyboards just typing away epic stories. I could combine them all and put them on a blog. Sometimes I feel like that rogue monkey who found out the password and posts when I find some free time. But free time is something I have been lacking a great deal of. Sometimes blog worthy stories are also lacking. I find time to update twitter on occasion since it’s as easy as popping off an SMS from my phone. Or using Google Talk but still I have been busy with other things.

So I figured I would take the time to tell a story about an experience I had last night. It involved Me, Nick, My Car, A Bird and a Cat. It begins now.

So yesterday happened to be Monday. I am not usually a fan of Monday but what can you do on such a day. Your weekend is over. You are not allowed to sleep in any more. You are forced to wake up at 6:30am. I usually take the time and hit the snooze button for an extra 7 minutes of sleep since I have 7 minutes of leisure time in the morning. I would prefer to use it while sleeping.

But I was not fully rested for my day. So that is why we have this thing called Boys night. Now we haven’t really had time for Boys night lately. Which seems to bother the woman because I am sure she would like me to disappear more often then she lets on. So we actually had the time and resources to have a Boys Night.

As many of you know I really cannot stand to drive. I like my car and it’s fun to drive but it has a few issues that drive me up the wall and just all around prevent me from driving. My turn signals are very flaky all of a sudden. They work when they want to. I have replaced all the bulbs on my car. Replaced all the fuses that have to deal with lights. They work sometimes and other times they don’t. I have yet to figure it out. So I generally try to avoid turning or changing lanes out of the fear of annoying someone. Plus the general stress I have had to deal with caused by all the long driving I had to do when I was in school. 85 miles each way for 3 years was not really a happy time in my life. During rush hour. I just have very little patience while driving and would prefer not to do so when available.

So my car spends a great deal of time just parked in a spot. I carpool with the Raleigh to her work in the morning and then I hop a bus. Coming back I either take the bus and walk 1/2 a mile or sometimes get a ride. Or I somehow manage to catch an earlier bus and get to my girlfriends work when she is getting off and we shuttle off together.

But lets get out of that rathole. Raleigh was the last one to drive my car and she backed it into the parking spot. I pretty much have the worst parking spot in this lot. It has this annoying Cherry Blossom tree that likes to shed all this crap all over my car. I have a black car and the other day it was totally white from all these Cherry Blossoms. So when those all dried up and blew away the tree shed all this brown crap all over my car. Today the tree decided to get further revenge upon me but I was unaware of this event.

So I pull out of the parking area and begin the epic drive down to Renton, WA. Hey turn signals were working so I took the easier route instead of the road less traveled. Get down to Renton without a hitch or any traffic. When I grabbing my bags out of my car I happen to look at the trunk of my car. I see what appears to be a dead creature. Upon first examination it looked like a hairless mouse. But then I saw it had a beak so that theory evolved quickly to bird. But odd part was it was rather small and had no feathers. I pointed this out to my buddy Nick and he was like that is gross. I had to agree with that statement.

So I wanted it off my car and needed to devise a way not to touch it. So to complete this step I opened up the trunk and found some armor all wipes and a towel. So I put an armor all wipe into the towel and picked up the bird. Carried it over across the street and just dropped the dead bird in the grass. Turn around and look at Nick. “It’s taken care of mate”  “Good. That was fucking disgusting” “Totally” so I turn around to make sure it cannot be seen. All of a sudden a cat comes out and must have seen what I had done and wanted to check out what I felt unworthy to keep around.

The cat looks up at me reminding me of those photos if I had thought about it I would have taken a picture and put “BIRD I CAN HAZ?” as the caption. The cat just went to town on the dead bird.

Hope everyone is well. I am sorry I haven’t been a more potent blogger just been busy with life and things like blogs get put on the back burner for things like Grand Theft Auto IV. Find me on XBOX live sometime if you desire. I am TristanP.

Leave a comment let me know what’s up or pop off an e-mail. Cheers!

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I log into myspace and I scrolled down the screen among the billions of other useless links I get an image of people with to much time on their hands. I guess I can see how other people waste precious life. At least I know I can sleep at night knowing how well Queen Josephine knows Melissa. Actually I won’t since I didn’t click on the link. Some people don’t pick up on sarcasm well.  I would also note that every single person on that list right there has a vagina. Not one of those people has a penis.

At least it doesn’t annoy my blackberry with useless e-mail forwards.

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Well I posted an ad on craigslist to part with my dear sweet dining room table. It has served two functions.

1. To put a table runner on.
2. To put some vases filled with stones and water and a curly Bamboo thingy.

Other then that I have used it as an ironing board a few times and it was given to me for free. I was hoping to part with it for the matter of $30 for the ex roommates power bill. But that didn’t seem reasonable since I acquired the table from a previous roommate for $0. So I listed it on craigslist.

http://seattle.craigslist.org/kit/zip/584561991.html 

I have received so many phone calls about this table.  So far everyone has flaked out. A woman called me this morning named Linda and she is supposed to be coming to pick it up tonight. If she doesn’t I am going to this woman named Kelly. Oddly enough she is a Utah phone number. She sounds rather peppy. Peppy people always have good energy that is nice to absorb. But I am getting all these calls and voicemails and haven’t figured out a system to call these people back.

Anyone have any recommendations on how to handle a large amount of phone calls. I just want the table out of the house. I am moving on Saturday and can’t take it with me. If you are a local to me feel free to shoot me a notice with your contact info if Linda bails out or Kelly.

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So I thought I would tell you about my past few days since well I haven’t done that in a while. So my roommate moved on Tuesday which was a great deal of drama. I was tired of him using my shit all the time and just being a bum with no job. Saturday he tells me he can’t afford rent and would be out by Tuesday.  Which was a whole big drama since I hadn’t seen him for the past few days after that so I take Tuesday off from work to be around to make sure he doesn’t steal anything since I have a great deal of expensive toys. I packed up most of the expensive ones and took them to my mothers house since it would be a safer place. But that isn’t really anything I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about last night.

I go have dinner with my mom every Wednesday night. I try to be a good son and I am told I do a damn fine job. But the people that tell me that are always a little biased in my favor. But hell it’s an ego boost that I am doing something good. Everyone knows I am a little lacking in the ego department. But if you ask Raleigh well she will tell you a different story.

But my mom canceled dinner last night because she wasn’t feeling so well. Which has been the story of the women in my life the past week.  So I had this evening that I usually don’t have so I did my normal geek thing grabbed the laptop. Cooked some Salmon Patties. I tried using Olive Oil this time. It worked out pretty well. I couldn’t really taste anything different. Figured I would try to be healthier in this day in age. Plus this is Washington and everyone is nuts about that kinda crap. For some reason I have never understood most of that gourmet food and it just doesn’t taste that good.

So I had the XBOX going playing some Assassins Creed. I finally accomplished something in that game. So far it’s been a rather fun game but my attitude towards video games has changed since I was a child. I remember playing my Apple II or my Atari back in the day and the games were a challenge to get working let alone to a playable state. But you could play an hour and be done since they were rather simple. But now a game requires like 40hrs of your time and I just can’t sit down to play a game for more then an hour. Other then social games like Guitar Hero or SceneIT. I miss board games but getting people together to play them seems harder then ever.

Okay that was another tangent back on track. So I pause the game to just use the restroom, clean some windows, vacuum the ex roommates room.  I grab the laptop and I have an Instant Message from a girl I went on one date with back in 2005. Which I found to be a little odd. Saying all the guys she dates are losers and full of drama. I replied with “Water Seeks It’s Own Level” and I quickly got prompted with a Fuck You.

This quickly prompted me to laugh and laugh. In all reality it was probably a very asshole comment for me to say. But it was fitting and quick and got to the point. But it made for a good night of Assassin’s Creed and some Halo. The guys playing Halo with me thought the story was hilarious and asked me for her IM Screen Name. Ahh the realm of Halo Voice chat. Some of the most racist hateful 13 year olds. Sometimes I am shocked when I cross a path with someone that speaks english without any accents.

But anyways thought I would share a few stories. Since lately I haven’t shared my life with the blog. Which seems kinda odd to have the blog if I am not telling my life story. February will be a busy house hunting month.

Cheers! -Tristan

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“Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don’t Matter and Those Who Matter Don’t Mind.” - Dr Seuss

I thought this fit me perfectly. Since I am rather blunt and just call it as I see it and people are either bothered by it or accept it. But having this thought has had a great deal of good and some would call bad things. I have set a great deal of people off and basically cut relations with them. But having this outlook on life has also had the benefit of bringing people into my life that wouldn’t have been there before. For some reason finding a quote that just makes me think and feel a connection to it is a good thing. Maybe I should write a children’s book.

It would probably be something like this.

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