DaveKa.com » The Daily http://daveka.com Life experiences and random thoughts... Tue, 29 Jun 2010 23:13:52 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 en hourly 1 ツ My Nicknames… http://daveka.com/my-nicknames http://daveka.com/my-nicknames#comments Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:59:25 +0000 Dave http://daveka.com/?p=167 1. My dad was in the Nav when I was born, so I think my first nick name was “Davey The Navy Baby”.
2. My second nick name (also from my Dad) was “Shit Bird”. I have no idea why – I should ask him before he’s gone.
3. When I was in sixth grade (before I got braces), the kids called me “Bucky Beaver” (buck teeth) which was shortened to simply “Bucky”. Didn’t bug me, I created a comic series about a character named “Bucky Beaver”.
4. When I was old enough to handle it (I guess), my Dad came up with a new gem – “The Elephant Guy”. This is due to the fact I’ve got a dent in my forehead. I started growing my hair long after that.
5. When I was 19, I got the nickname “Rigatoni BonJovi” (because of my hair http://www.9dogline.com/RigatoniBonJovi.htm) which was later shortened to just “Rig”.

I haven’t really had a nickname in my adult life except for the one I gave myself – “Dave The Rave”.

]]> http://daveka.com/my-nicknames/feed 0 ツ The best compliment I ever got… http://daveka.com/the-best-compliment-i-ever-got http://daveka.com/the-best-compliment-i-ever-got#comments Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:24:53 +0000 Dave http://daveka.com/?p=166 I just got this in email today in response to my 5 Fact video from JohnC. We were in AP Physics together and studied hypnotism almost 25 years ago. This is the most thoughtful compliment I have ever received.

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Dave,

If I were to invent a new measurement scale, something akin to Richter’s measure of seismic force but applied to an individual’s relative uniqueness, you would undoubtedly be in the top 3 of everyone I have ever observed or encountered in my life. In 41 years, I’d estimate I’ve had the opportunity to know or briefly interact with at least 10,000 people, maybe more, so that puts you in some rare air. Since high school you’ve kept me entertained and guessing. I appreciate your curiosity and your willingness to share you interpretations of the world. Your interests are diverse, and ever-expanding. That, to me, is the sign of a soul that is truly living – not just someone that is passing the time. In the words of Robin Williams’ character in Dead Poet’s Society, you are gathering rosebuds while ye may. You are seizing the day, and it is good to see. I’m happy for you, my friend.

John

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Wow…

]]> http://daveka.com/the-best-compliment-i-ever-got/feed 3 ツ Paris? That’s a place not a name… http://daveka.com/paris-thats-a-place-not-a-name http://daveka.com/paris-thats-a-place-not-a-name#comments Sat, 15 Aug 2009 02:40:06 +0000 Dave http://daveka.com/?p=165 I met her in a small store where they sold candy bars and birthday cards. We heard about each other because we owned the same type of car, and I knew it would be a matter of time before we met. People were trying to push us together, but I’m a pussy, so I was kind of dreading it.

She was her before she was her, so I didn’t have any idea. She was cute, I liked her. Not as pretentious as you would think. The media spins a lot.

It was about 90 degrees in southern Cali. She was wearing these tiny short shorts, a funky hat and a tank top. No braw. She bought a card and started writing in it on the counter before she paid for it. Not giving a shit about who was there. The tank top swung around her chest as she was writing. Small titties in full view. The old lady behind the counter saw them too and immediately darted her eyes at me. I acted like I didn’t notice, but I think she caught me. That’s when I introduced myself.

We walked out together.

I’ve called her since then, but she never called back.

I have a letter from her too which I’ll scan for proof, but I need to head out to the storage unit to grab it!

I guess it’s not a letter but a note. Here it is: http://www.9dogline.com/PNote.jpg

]]> http://daveka.com/paris-thats-a-place-not-a-name/feed 0 ツ If the butcher sniffs it, move on… http://daveka.com/if-the-butcher-sniffs-it-move-on http://daveka.com/if-the-butcher-sniffs-it-move-on#comments Tue, 04 Aug 2009 04:17:40 +0000 Dave http://daveka.com/?p=207 I dreamt of lobster the other night. That means I’m missing something in my diet and my body is telling me that whatever I need is in lobster. OK, I’m game so I hit the store and head for the seafood. When I get to the seafood, all I see are five small lobster tails. I ask the butcher if he’s got bigger ones in back and he heads off to check. He returned empty handed and said “These are all I have.” Pointing at the five in the case.

I should have been tipped off that he only had five. I should have really been tipped off after he sniffed the two I asked for.

Needless to say, I grilled them and ate one. It tasted OK, but my God later that night and about half the next day I was so sick, I was somewhat dizzy.

This fiasco reminded me of an old joke.

This woman walks into the butcher shop to purchase a chicken. She tells the butcher she wants the freshest bird he’s got. So, he looks over what he’s got and hand picks on for her. As he’s weighing it and about to wrap it up, she stops him saying “Wait a minute, hand that over to me.”

He does and she proceeds to pinch it, fondle it, slap it and then lifts of it right wing and sniffs, then onto the left wingpit – sniff. She then crabs both of its legs, spreads them apart and takes a big drawn out sniff.

She then glares at the butcher and says very methodically, “This bird isn’t fresh at all.”

The butch then says coolly, “Lady, could you pass that test?”

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