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- Username: jshugars
- In response to: "What do you do on the side?" I keep bees, grow vegetables in a garden, and I am the lead singer for Metallica. I also enjoy long walks on the beach.
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- Location Means Relaxation.
I think the only thing I'd change about my current living situation is to uproot the entire house and backyard and drop it on a beach. Pref…
- I'm Troy McClure, You May Know Me As...
Although many of you may not know this, or may have forgotten this, or really just don't care, believe it or else my nickname used to be Skip.
Jason "Skip" Shugars.
All through junior high and high school, I was known as Skip. By friends, enemies, and teachers alike. Skip Shugars.
Or the many alternates such as:
Baron von Skippington.
Skippy Penis Butter (my personal fave).
And so on.
Now you can imagine a world where someone with the last name Shugars might actually have nicknames pertaining to the chemical element Sugar (S). If you did imagine that world you would be wrong. Oh so wrong.
I'm sure you'd snort in derision at the tomfoolery of high school students for not taking advantage of such a target rich environment like the last name "Shugars". I would. Hell, I did. I used to snort in derision all the time.
Until one fateful day in 8th grade English class when I wrote a little article for the school newspaper about something of little or no consequence where I referred to myself as "Jason 'the skip' Shugars reporting...".
From that day onward, and I mean immediately, the name Skip stuck like glue.
It didn't matter I was trying to refer to myself as "The Scoop". It didn't matter that a lowly 7th grader found it so funny he couldn't stop using it which led to it's popularity. It didn't matter that I was a lowly 8th grader and of no consequence to anyone. It simply didn't matter.
From that day forward Skip Shugars was born and wouldn't die until I left for college. Friends would call my house and ask for Skip and infuriate my mother. People I didn't know, which was hard in a school/town our size, would saunter up and high five the Skipster. Teachers would wink knowingly at Skipper, as if having a nickname somehow allowed me entrance into a secret adult club of sorts. A manhood test perhaps? Girls, nay, women! would giggle demurely as Skip passed by them in the halls. Okay that last part's bullshit, but I liked where it was going.
Skip I was and Skip I am.
To this day when going back to my hometown of Ellicottville, NY people still refer to me as Skip. New Mexico, San Diego, the Bay Area; these locations know nothing of my alter ego. Never have, never will.
But in a little ski town in upstate NY a skinny, hair-having, blue-eyed white kid who drives a blue Ford Ranger with a busted passenger side window with empty beer cans in the back named Skip Shugars...well, he lives on.
Rock on Skip. Rock on.
- Why I Stopped Reading "Guns, Germs, and Steel" or "How to Ruin a Book" by Mansi Goel.
I stopped reading "Guns, Germs, and Steel" because ultimately I felt like I had already read the damned book! While on vacation in Australia and New Zealand Mansi would constantly recite all of the most interesting bits and pieces from GGS which, naturally, made me want to read the book more and more. Of course by the time she was finished and I started it, we had entered Spoiler City and there was nothing left of the book but the husk. The rind. The shell. All the juicy bits had been chewed up, swallowed, regurgitated, and fed to me through a straw. My turn at the table was entirely unnecessary.
On the other hand it meant I didn't have to plow my way through 1000 pages of natural history and I didn't even have to purchase the Cliff notes, saving both time and money. I can also toss out interesting facts at cocktail parties ("Did you know New Zealand used to have a giant bird called a Moa? Bigger than a house and deadly to the Maori's who hunted it." - "Tell us more oh wise one!" - "Oh, I will...") without actually having to do the work.
Who's the real loser in this entire travesty of high school-esque reading shenanigans? Jared Diamond.
So Jared Diamond, if you're looking to roof one of your many houses with more gold-plated shingles and find you don't have enough in your bank account to accomplish the job...well sir, you can thank Mansi P. Goel. The book ruiner.
Send over the hired goons as your leisure, I'll open the door for them.
- If These 3 Songs Were to Die, I'd Silently Weep Inside.
Call it a crazy Summer singalong song or just my own personal fondness for coming home drunk and not remembering what the hell I did last night, but this song is definitively overplayed (how is it even still on the radio?!) and definitively a song I love.
For the record the car is in the driveway, and I am sleeping with my clothes on. Whatever that means.
What can I say? I have a fetish for blond teenage girls in plaid skirts and pigtails. Ouch. That sounds bad.
What I really mean is I like wearing plaid skirts and dressing up like a blond teenage girl.
Ok screw it. In reality I just really really really like this song. It's overplayed and horrible pop sugar, but is my "Go To" song whenever I'm kareoke-ing.