Thursday, June 30, 2005

Fat, dumb, and smoking is no way to go through life.

Ancient Polish Proverb

Dedicated to my female co-workers.


Wednesday, June 29, 2005


I have been informed that it is actually "Minkus" not "Meekus" by the esteemed David Lanza.

Spontex makes sponges for Hill Country Fare. Throw your hands up for the best store brand EVER!


Tuesday, June 28, 2005


I just saw Meekus on TV! Remember? From Boy Meets World? Meekus!! The nerd! He was on some show on the WB (which I flipped past, then stopped to watch the wonder that is Meekus). Ah, Meekus.


Monday, June 27, 2005

Conversation of the Week...
And it's only Monday

Refering to Kyle and my boss at the Curb, Bill Scheddin:

KyleD901: bills is tight like that
ericdomk: what a pimp...we should throw a party for him
KyleD901: dude... doing it
KyleD901: end of next semester... bill party
KyleD901: i'll buy the booze
ericdomk: shit kicking bill-fest
KyleD901: with CEC money
KyleD901: lolKyleD901: he will enjoy that
KyleD901: shitkicking Bill-fest... still laughing about that one
ericdomk: hand out one will understand but the HSM's
KyleD901: nah dude we will stick a picture of his face on the keg
ericdomk: HAHA...yes
KyleD901: and make him do a keg stand


Saturday, June 25, 2005

The Spurs 2005 Championship: A Dedication

To the player that inspires me to this day, and the original Steve Kerr, Andrew Gaze

Sorry, I can't find one of him in a Spurs uniform. Figures.

I remember sitting in the upper levels in the ALAMODOME (God bless it) with the drunks screaming "SHOOT IT GAZE!" whenever he would touch the ball. He was supposed to be the Michael Jordan of Australia and he was like 40 years old when he played for the Spurs. I think he deserves an honorary ring. Without him, we would have never ventured into the foreign player market. A true trailblazer. I miss him. Shoot it, Gaze.


Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Dear Suzanne,

I know you took my tape gun. I saw you do this. I saw you walk over to my desk and trade my amazing one for your piece of crap tape gun that always gets tangled. So far I've said nothing. But if I see your fat fingers waddle over to my desk again and take my tape gun, there will be consequences. Thank you.

-Eric "Rich Kid" Domkowski

Sunday, June 19, 2005

The Most Awesome Flea Market in the World...
Is in Louisville, KY. True story.

Eric vs. Byron: The Short-Lived Epic Battle.
My neck really hurts today, the above being the culprit of it's stiffness. But going to FLOYDS KNOBS, IN to see Gub and the Eichen-family was a load of fun, especially the bowling game in which Amanda "Comanda" Perkins coined the term "playing unplugged" when she barely rolled the ball down the lane. And I totally smoked her in swimming too, therefore relieving me of my duties as "Worlds Slowest Swimmer." And I saw the Knobs. And a giant dinosaur.
Now, must prepare for Spurs game. Spurs must win. Spurs shall win. Please.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Why yes, I would like a back massage, thank you...

Today, on the way home after I taught the guitar lesson, I waved at every car I passed. No one waved back. I hope they were thinking, "Do I know that guy?" and got confused. But I still expected people to be friendlier. Geez.

My back really, really hurts. Let's hear it for all the backorders coming in on one day and only one UPS Liason there to handle it. (I'm calling myself that after watching a "That 70's Show" episode where Eric gets a job at the dog food factory as the 'Coupon Liason,' which actually means he puts coupons in bags of dog food).

Probably going to be in IN this weekend, visiting Gub and hurting myself water skiing. I can't get away from pain.


Tuesday, June 14, 2005


I teach my first guitar lesson. Needless to say, I am freaked out. I've never taught lessons before, and I'm not quite sure how to go about it. Tomorrow's lesson will revolve almost exclusively around the parts of the guitar and guitar maitenence. But I probably should give him something to practice. Crap! Taylor Chaney, I am deeply sorry that you have me as a teacher.


Friday, June 10, 2005



Thursday, June 09, 2005

Spurs v. Pistons
This is for bragging rights in the break room at work.

8:03pm - Alanis Morisette sings the National Anthem. Once a slutty Canadian, always a slutty Canadian. Way to blow that one, INS.

8:10pm - I submit that Will Smith quit being relevent to music circa 1999. Let's look at the facts: He almost certainly peaked when he was with DJ Jazzy Jeff, and everyone liked his comeback with "Getting Jiggy Wit It" because he was a movie start by then. Now, it's like if we need a rapper, let's bring in Will Smith. White people like him too.

8:14pm - Gregg Popovich lookes like he hates freedom. I miss San Antonio.

8:15pm - Tony Massenburg??

8:32pm - You know who would give us a kick in the ass right now? Vinny Del Negro.

8:40pm - Dammit, I need some tea.


8:53pm - Down 17-20, but we've pulled back. Right now would be the perfect time for a Sean Elliott Taco C commerical.

9:01pm - After listening to Hubie Brown (or Borebie Brown, I am wont to call him), I can only wish for Jay Howard and Body Soultions to come across my speakers.

9:10pm - Tim Duncan? Paging Tim Duncan, get on the court.

9:15pm - I'm tired. Enough of this.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Episode Eleven....
In which our hero discovers that his new neighbors have a horrible vanity license plate.

I stole my first sponge from work today!!

Shh! Don't tell Kent!
Molly and The Sponge.
Dishes made clean, thanks to Spontex and The Sponge
I really want a pair of the sweet gloves that are black and blue and have a cotton inner layer. That's my next mission.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Yea! Rich, Chocolately Ovaltine!

To whomever left me the message on my cell phone that was simply a playing of "Come on! Feel the Illinoise" (which, as you might know, is my favorite song right now): I love you.

Today, the girl I work with (and loathe), Megan, says,
"Are you trying to be a Mini Knight?"
Me: "What?"
Megan: "You know, those guys who ride the horses and buggies, with the long beards"
Me: "Oh, you mean a Mennonite, I thought you said a Mini Knight."
Megan: "Yeah, that's it."
Me: "No."

I really dislike her. I sometimes feel sorry for her (which is bad because I shouldn't be judging her) but then she goes, unprovoked, "I'm a bitch, got a problem?" and I realize that she just wants attention and thinks that if she acts tough she will get that attention. She loves to call me an idiot when I do something incorrectly (despite the fact she won't get off her ass to show me how it's done in the first place), and she acts like she's so smart when she shows me how to do something on the UPS computer program (which she has used for a, uh, 2 weeks). It's really exasperating. When I can work by myself, I get things done quickly. But when I have to work with her, it's tough to be motivated due to her constant badgering and laziness. Sigh. I'm sure she complains about me too, and sometimes it would be justified (like when I turned off the computer waaay to early, lol), but I just wish she could be nice for once.


Monday, June 06, 2005

Back to Work...

I'm torn. I was bored enough to shave off my hair these past three days when I didn't have to work, and I was really looking forward to having something to do when I got back to work, and then I go back, and I remember again why I never want to see sponges again. Why can't I have a job that I enjoy? It's not that the one I have now is terrible, it's just that it doesn't get me excited in the morning to go. And I want to do something that makes me want to be there. Oh well. I'm only 20, and a music business major. I need to get used to these things. You know...disapointment.


Sunday, June 05, 2005

Boredom is a terrible, terrible thing...

Scenario: A bored 20 year old male, left to his own devices for an entire week in a town where he knows basically no one, finds a box in his bathroom called "Barber in a Box." He opens it. He makes a grave mistake. He now looks like this:

Ok, now for a picture of my newly painted room!


Saturday, June 04, 2005

Is It Bad...

That I find televangelists to pretty much be the funniest thing on TV these days? I can't help but laugh, especially when the Southern Pentacostal woman starts screaming at an unseen audience. She definitely rivals the old man who sits at the desk with a green curtain in the background and spouts out barely veiled racisim. She just said "and I asxed him." HAHAHAHA.

Of course, I can't really judge. Tara told me that I'm getting a Southern accent, which is probably the worst news of the week. Sigh. I can't help it, it surrounds me. I'm just trying to survive.

Lesson of The Day...

Olive oil is not the same as vegatable oil. Please come and taste my brownies if you are not convinced.

But other than that it was a succesful day of living on my own. Nothing died, the apartment wasn't set on fire, and I watched part of the Godfather II. Let's hope it carries over to today.


Thursday, June 02, 2005

After Listening to Chicago's Greatest Hits...

I can safely say that the opening chords of "25 or 6 to 4" are the most rocking that band ever got. And I still don't know what that title even means.

(Props to Christina for figuring it out: "well, when you multiply 6 and 4, you get 24. and that's one less than 25. so it's like, "should i stay awake for 24 hours, or go that extra hour and make it 25?". Tomorrow, I will eat a crepe in your honor.)

I'm off work tomorrow, basically because there's not enough to do. I have this feeling I'll be fired soon. Oh well. It's not because I'm doing a bad job. If I were Kent, I'd fire me too. What's the point of paying me to just sit around and do Megan's work for her when she can obviously do it herself. Maybe the orders will pick up soon, who knows.

Spurs won last night! whoo! NBA Finals! I wish I was in SA for that.