It seems like I'm at an age where I'm supposed to be more responsible than I want to be. From recent conversations with many of my friends, this seems like a common theme. For some, it's the new feeling of owning a home or a small child or both. For others, it's the hunt for a career, or, failing that, a satisfying job.
Does anyone really have a truly satisfying job? I'm trying to think of anyone I know who actually doesn't complain about their job. My brother comes close, but he lives in LA, so his judgement is obviously questionable.
I constantly waffle between career choices. At times I want to work for the programs I work for know. I am working my way up the ladder in a way, although I have gone as far as I can without at least one more degree. Other times I think that I would like to work in business, but then I think about the horror of having a cubicle and get claustrophobic.
As far as having children go, I really can't see that happening. I've come a long way in the last few years, but it's still best for all if my shoes don't have laces, and I leave the house with my fly down as often as not. My foresight is so weak that I'm constantly amazed when eating my lunch at 10:30 leads to hunger at 2:30, and starvation by 5:30. This is the person that's going to have a kid? Not likely. Talk to me in 20 years, maybe then I'll have the maturity needed.
On second thought, better make that 30.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Procrastination mode commenced
Had a good weekend this time around. Bunch of folks up at camp, couple hundred beers drank, many lawn games played, and yes, the return of beer die to my life. All that seems like a long time ago though, as I sit in my office staring at my (2) monitors and seemingly endless lines of error-ridden code. Last time I try to do anything difficult on a Friday before a weekend up at camp.
Anyhoo, today was the first day for the gf at her new job. I'm sure she's doing fine, as she's much more friendly than myself. In a way, I'm envious of her. I remember my first days at work, and the excitement and worry that came with them. I've been doing my job for 5 years now, and there are very few days that I get either excited or worried. (Unless, of course, our fearless (fearful?) leader in the White House decides to cut funding for our programs again.)
Which leads me to a discussion I had this weekend with a couple friends who are in the midst of trying to figure out what they're going to do for a career. I'm fortunate in a way, as my career is kind of happening while I try figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I am constantly amazed by the previous generation, and their ability to do the same things for their entire lives. My father has worked the same job for 30 plus years, and has neved talked about the boredom that I feel some days.
forecast for tonight: As apparently a tornado hit the house while we were gone, tonight is going to be a night full of cleaning. Wahoo.
Anyhoo, today was the first day for the gf at her new job. I'm sure she's doing fine, as she's much more friendly than myself. In a way, I'm envious of her. I remember my first days at work, and the excitement and worry that came with them. I've been doing my job for 5 years now, and there are very few days that I get either excited or worried. (Unless, of course, our fearless (fearful?) leader in the White House decides to cut funding for our programs again.)
Which leads me to a discussion I had this weekend with a couple friends who are in the midst of trying to figure out what they're going to do for a career. I'm fortunate in a way, as my career is kind of happening while I try figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I am constantly amazed by the previous generation, and their ability to do the same things for their entire lives. My father has worked the same job for 30 plus years, and has neved talked about the boredom that I feel some days.
forecast for tonight: As apparently a tornado hit the house while we were gone, tonight is going to be a night full of cleaning. Wahoo.
Friday, August 26, 2005
mental long weekend
Is there anything worse than the last few hours of work before you leave for a weekend you're looking forward to? I'm sitting here, pretending that I can write code, when all I'm really thinking about is that I have to remember to pack a towel this time. I mean, I have a hard enough time concentrating on work anyways without the thoughts of inner tubes and pbr, bocce and koob, barbecuing and more drifting through my head.
Like Goody, I also have a litany of things to do around the house. And many of them really need to be done pretty soon. Unlike Goody, I'm not working on them. In fact, I only cut half the lawn this week. Why? Because I'm lazy?
Well... That could be a factor. But I prefer to think that my lack of productivity comes from the realization that summer only lasts so long, so I need to enjoy it while I can. The amount of times more that I am going to want to dive off the dock this year is limited, so while I can, I am going to put off the work that I don't get paid for.
Yes, that might mean that the hot water faucet in the bathroom needs a wrench to work right now, and yes, that means the shelves in the guestroom haven't even been measured out yet. It most certainly does mean that the winterizing of the lawn is going to have to wait until, oh, I dunno, I have a lawn made of something other than weeds.
Forecast for this weekend:
Partly drunk with a chance of silly
Like Goody, I also have a litany of things to do around the house. And many of them really need to be done pretty soon. Unlike Goody, I'm not working on them. In fact, I only cut half the lawn this week. Why? Because I'm lazy?
Well... That could be a factor. But I prefer to think that my lack of productivity comes from the realization that summer only lasts so long, so I need to enjoy it while I can. The amount of times more that I am going to want to dive off the dock this year is limited, so while I can, I am going to put off the work that I don't get paid for.
Yes, that might mean that the hot water faucet in the bathroom needs a wrench to work right now, and yes, that means the shelves in the guestroom haven't even been measured out yet. It most certainly does mean that the winterizing of the lawn is going to have to wait until, oh, I dunno, I have a lawn made of something other than weeds.
Forecast for this weekend:
Partly drunk with a chance of silly
Thursday, August 25, 2005
hot young milf home alone
My email is giving me a complex.
Everytime I log in to my email I'm told:
It was almost a relief to be told,
Oh wait, that last one was for real. Crap.
Everytime I log in to my email I'm told:
- I have a limp dick,
- Which is too small.
- I need a new Rolex, and
- I'm fat.
- An abundance of horny girls in my area
- hot, horny milfs just waiting for me
- naked celebrities just waiting for action
It was almost a relief to be told,
- "We make screen t-shirts for cheap,"
- Or, "Make Millions with our Stock Tips," or
- "Steve, get off your email and get some work done!!!"
Oh wait, that last one was for real. Crap.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
the end of the world as you know it
Well I finally got my shit together and cancelled cable. It was harded than I expected it to be, and I'm not just talking about finding the phone to make the call. I've watched so much tv in the last few days that it feels like my brain has truly been sucked out my eyes. I called Adelphia, and hit a combination of a bazillion numbers, and finally got to talk to a real person. Not that she was that much of an improvement over the machine once I got to her.
First I had to explain why I wanted to cancel cable. Easy. "Too expensive and we don't watch it enough to be worth it." Well, no it's not quite that easy. The kind woman on the other end of the phone then proceeded to list off all of the options that were possible that would be less than what we were paying now, including, apparently, prostituting myself on the street corner. Like there's not a market for that in Orono.
After I finally convinced her that I didn't need any of the lesser channel packages, she pulls out the trump card. "Well at least get the basic 13 channel package so you can watch the news..." I almost snorted, but decided that a simple response of "We have rabbit ears, we'll be fine if we want to watch the news." was fine. Nope. My dear phone lady was very concerned that the reception wouldn't be good enough for me. Like I want to see the recent news clearly anyways, a little fussiness might make it more palatable.
So, as of Friday, we will officially be cable-less, just in time for the last of the Roger Moore Bond's, and the first rounds of the playoffs, and the fall sweeps seasons, and...
I think I'll live.
First I had to explain why I wanted to cancel cable. Easy. "Too expensive and we don't watch it enough to be worth it." Well, no it's not quite that easy. The kind woman on the other end of the phone then proceeded to list off all of the options that were possible that would be less than what we were paying now, including, apparently, prostituting myself on the street corner. Like there's not a market for that in Orono.
After I finally convinced her that I didn't need any of the lesser channel packages, she pulls out the trump card. "Well at least get the basic 13 channel package so you can watch the news..." I almost snorted, but decided that a simple response of "We have rabbit ears, we'll be fine if we want to watch the news." was fine. Nope. My dear phone lady was very concerned that the reception wouldn't be good enough for me. Like I want to see the recent news clearly anyways, a little fussiness might make it more palatable.
So, as of Friday, we will officially be cable-less, just in time for the last of the Roger Moore Bond's, and the first rounds of the playoffs, and the fall sweeps seasons, and...
I think I'll live.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Tid bit nipply out there
Aghh it felt like fall this morning. Not that it wasn't nice out, because there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Rather, it was beautiful but slightly crisp, like a nice fall day. Unfortunately, I'm not done with summer yet so fall is just going to have to hold off a few more weeks. There is more floating to be done, more pbr's to be drank, more baseball to be ignored.
As Goody mentioned today, fantasy football starts up soon. Every year I wonder if I feel like playing again, and every year I do. Largely so I can talk shit to the other people in the league, which reminds me of a funny story from last year. Goody was sleeping at the wheel during draft times, and ended up with Steve McNair and the Patriot's Defense as his first two picks. Good times, good times. Needless to say, it wasn't long into the season before Goody's team was also sleeping at the wheel. I on the other hand came in second, largely on the performance of my boy horseface. Or as some like to call him, Peyton. As I had the last pick out of 14, the only reason Peyton was available is because Goody fucked up his pick. So, thanks Goody!
This year I plan to draft Randall Cunningham first, he usually puts up good numbers, right Goody?
As Goody mentioned today, fantasy football starts up soon. Every year I wonder if I feel like playing again, and every year I do. Largely so I can talk shit to the other people in the league, which reminds me of a funny story from last year. Goody was sleeping at the wheel during draft times, and ended up with Steve McNair and the Patriot's Defense as his first two picks. Good times, good times. Needless to say, it wasn't long into the season before Goody's team was also sleeping at the wheel. I on the other hand came in second, largely on the performance of my boy horseface. Or as some like to call him, Peyton. As I had the last pick out of 14, the only reason Peyton was available is because Goody fucked up his pick. So, thanks Goody!
This year I plan to draft Randall Cunningham first, he usually puts up good numbers, right Goody?
Monday, August 22, 2005
booze, books, and bond
Well I had a semi-restful weekend, going up to camp with the pooch on Friday night. Caught up on some reading, did some work on the camp.
That was fun and all, but come Saturday night I was feeling a bit restless. So I travelled back to town and went out to Woodman's and the Blues Club. Played some pool at Woodman's, and then went and listened to a bluesy funk sort of band at the Blues Club. They were pretty good, but way to loud for that sort of band. I mean, I couldn't even hear what I was saying, never mind what the people around me were saying. Somehow I stayed out until 4, not really sure how that happened.
As a result, I spent most of Sunday laying down on the couch watching Bond, reading, or napping. Finished a book called "The Rule of Four." It was alright, kind of a DaVinci Code knock-off based on the Princeton University campus. Certainly wasn't higher-order reading, but with the headache I had, any reading was a lot to ask.
Watched Goldfinger and Live and Let Die in between and around Little League baseball and the Padres vs. the Braves. I was amazed at how dated the Roger Moore Bond's seem to be, at least from those two. Largely, Roger Moore just looks like a pussy. Remember that scene where the two little Asian girls defended him from the karate school? It was believable that Moore needed the little girl protection. It's been a while since I've seen a Timothy Dalton Bond movie, but right now I'm leaning towards Pierce Brosnan being the second best Bond. We'll see though, Octopussy is on tonight, and as I've been way to lazy to cancel cable yet, I might just have to catch a bit more Bond this evening.
That was fun and all, but come Saturday night I was feeling a bit restless. So I travelled back to town and went out to Woodman's and the Blues Club. Played some pool at Woodman's, and then went and listened to a bluesy funk sort of band at the Blues Club. They were pretty good, but way to loud for that sort of band. I mean, I couldn't even hear what I was saying, never mind what the people around me were saying. Somehow I stayed out until 4, not really sure how that happened.
As a result, I spent most of Sunday laying down on the couch watching Bond, reading, or napping. Finished a book called "The Rule of Four." It was alright, kind of a DaVinci Code knock-off based on the Princeton University campus. Certainly wasn't higher-order reading, but with the headache I had, any reading was a lot to ask.
Watched Goldfinger and Live and Let Die in between and around Little League baseball and the Padres vs. the Braves. I was amazed at how dated the Roger Moore Bond's seem to be, at least from those two. Largely, Roger Moore just looks like a pussy. Remember that scene where the two little Asian girls defended him from the karate school? It was believable that Moore needed the little girl protection. It's been a while since I've seen a Timothy Dalton Bond movie, but right now I'm leaning towards Pierce Brosnan being the second best Bond. We'll see though, Octopussy is on tonight, and as I've been way to lazy to cancel cable yet, I might just have to catch a bit more Bond this evening.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Oh Sweet, Sweet Friday
Oh Sweet, Sweet Friday, day of rest at work. Kick back, turn on computer, don't think too hard, day's over before you know it.
What's this, Mr. Bossman? You want that report today? But, but, it's Friday.
Sonuva....
Guess I have to work after all.
At least tomorrow's Saturday, and I'm in for... Oh wait for it, a long weekend of partial cloudy with a chance of thunderstorms and a high of 72. Sweet. It'll probably be 90 degrees and sunny Monday.
What's this, Mr. Bossman? You want that report today? But, but, it's Friday.
Sonuva....
Guess I have to work after all.
At least tomorrow's Saturday, and I'm in for... Oh wait for it, a long weekend of partial cloudy with a chance of thunderstorms and a high of 72. Sweet. It'll probably be 90 degrees and sunny Monday.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
What's this? A day for humping?
Ah thank god Wednesday is over with. I'm starting to thing that it's the worst day of the week, yes, even worse than that damned Monday.The problem is, When Wednesday morning comes around, all I can think of is the fact that I have three more days of work! Yes, Tuesday mornings mean that there are four more days of work, but I can at least still vaguely remember the weekend. By Wednesday, it's all I can do to remember my own name, never mind remembering whatever level of drunkenness I got myself into the weekend before.
Thursdays? Not a problem. Thursdays mean that with a well timed "illness" I could be on my way to a long weekend in an emergency situation. Plus, Thursdays are often poker nights, which mean that I get to Friday with enough of a "wow I'm really fucking tired" buzz that its over before you know it. Also, on the off chance that I've won a bunch the night before, there's always the possibility of me floating through Friday's work day with a "I wonder how the gf is going to help me spend this" glow.
Thursdays? Not a problem. Thursdays mean that with a well timed "illness" I could be on my way to a long weekend in an emergency situation. Plus, Thursdays are often poker nights, which mean that I get to Friday with enough of a "wow I'm really fucking tired" buzz that its over before you know it. Also, on the off chance that I've won a bunch the night before, there's always the possibility of me floating through Friday's work day with a "I wonder how the gf is going to help me spend this" glow.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Misunderheard
Goody, Goody, Goody.
I'm not sure that you understood what I was going for, but I do appreciate the vote of confidence. When I said I wanted to go out and blow some money to make my wallet feel younger, I was thinking more of last call shots, pitchers of see-through beer, and lap dances than I was of Bed, Bath and Beyond.
Anyhoo
You know, it's not that easy to find something to write about every day. Especially since I live a life of redundancy and boredom. I suppose I could talk about the fact that the house needs to be cleaned, or that the lawn needs to be mowed, but I'm pretty sure I covered that already. Or, I could write about the fact that I woke up to a tongue bath from the dogface, but I'm pretty sure you all knew that already.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that everything that's happened to me so far today has happened to me before. Is that pathetic?
Yup.
The only problem is, I'm pretty sure that if something truly new happened I might have a heart attack, and that would just be embarrassing.
I'm not sure that you understood what I was going for, but I do appreciate the vote of confidence. When I said I wanted to go out and blow some money to make my wallet feel younger, I was thinking more of last call shots, pitchers of see-through beer, and lap dances than I was of Bed, Bath and Beyond.
Anyhoo
You know, it's not that easy to find something to write about every day. Especially since I live a life of redundancy and boredom. I suppose I could talk about the fact that the house needs to be cleaned, or that the lawn needs to be mowed, but I'm pretty sure I covered that already. Or, I could write about the fact that I woke up to a tongue bath from the dogface, but I'm pretty sure you all knew that already.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that everything that's happened to me so far today has happened to me before. Is that pathetic?
Yup.
The only problem is, I'm pretty sure that if something truly new happened I might have a heart attack, and that would just be embarrassing.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Is it really only Tuesday?
Good lord the weeks get long when you actually have to work.
I could swear that there have been a couple other days mixed in already this week, but my calendar says my mind is lying to me again. This happens a fair amount.
Read Goody's blog today about work boredom and the like, and I have to say, I hear ya goody. I'm now well into my fifth year in this job, and there are many days when it seems like I could do my job with my eyes closed. Actually, there's a possibility I just tried that for the last 5 minutes, I'm a little blank on what I just did.
Back to non-work talk, because, well, even if you don't find your work boring everybody else does.
Got all sorts of projects planned for the next couple months, building bookshelves, closets (I seem to have misplaced all of my closet space recently), redoing the dining room, etc. Judging by Goody's model of building a table, I could be 35 by the time I'm done. In reality, I'm just trying to beat the snow, and not go broke.
What this brings my to is the realization that a true test of age is what you spend your money on. Used to be, I'd blow a bunch of money at the bars, Itunes, and Best Buy, and they just suck it up and eat cheap until the next pay check. Now my big expenses are mortagage, car, 15 different types of insurance, and feeding the dogface. I think I might have to go on a bender just to make my wallet feel younger.
I could swear that there have been a couple other days mixed in already this week, but my calendar says my mind is lying to me again. This happens a fair amount.
Read Goody's blog today about work boredom and the like, and I have to say, I hear ya goody. I'm now well into my fifth year in this job, and there are many days when it seems like I could do my job with my eyes closed. Actually, there's a possibility I just tried that for the last 5 minutes, I'm a little blank on what I just did.
Back to non-work talk, because, well, even if you don't find your work boring everybody else does.
Got all sorts of projects planned for the next couple months, building bookshelves, closets (I seem to have misplaced all of my closet space recently), redoing the dining room, etc. Judging by Goody's model of building a table, I could be 35 by the time I'm done. In reality, I'm just trying to beat the snow, and not go broke.
What this brings my to is the realization that a true test of age is what you spend your money on. Used to be, I'd blow a bunch of money at the bars, Itunes, and Best Buy, and they just suck it up and eat cheap until the next pay check. Now my big expenses are mortagage, car, 15 different types of insurance, and feeding the dogface. I think I might have to go on a bender just to make my wallet feel younger.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Ahhh, sweet, sweet, vacation.
Freshly back from my week of sunning in the lake with an ice cold domestic, working on my tan and napping away afternoons, I turned on the television last night to find out...
Terrell Owens is STILL on the Sportscenter.
I can't express how much I don't care about this.
It does, however, bring me to a very important point. It's hard to be a sports fan these days. OK, stop laughing. Seriously, seriously, hard to enjoy watching sports these days. There's just no mystique anymore. I mean, we now know why the sluggers can hit that far (Viagra, obviously) and how football players can take those hits and bounce right up (they're all clearly insane.)
It used to be that sports could be a vacation for real life. You could turn on the tv and watch Mattingly's sweet swing, or Boggs rap another double off the wall, and it would be a refuge from the commute to work, or the shittiness of another day of school. Now, you need a law degree (or at least a subscription to Court TV) to follow sports. I now know what salary arbitration means, and I understand why the Sox would consider trading Manny despite the fact that he's one of the best hitters in the game, and has nice hair to boot (plus, the Manny Ramirez fielding highlights dvd will be a best-seller someday.)
What is there as a release from real life now? There's more reality shows than comedies, and none of them will ever be the equal of a show like Cheers (which was funny without being mean.) Watch MTV for five minutes and you see more T and A than you used to see on the late night showing of skinemax. Where's the mystery? Poker on tv is now mainstream, there are more fixit shows than there used to be channels (none as good as This Old House, by the way.)
Sports, in a lot of ways, are worse. I know now that Kirby Puckett was not just a delightfully round centerfielder for the Twins, but a serial groper. Barry Bonds is a prick, Ricky Williams a pothead. Paul Pierce is a 12-year old girl, Rafeal Palmeiro can't get it up (or out) without meds, OJ Simpson is not a funny character in a movie, or the spokesperson for Avis. Kobe Bryant can't keep his pants on, but at least he could afford to buy off the his wife, his victim, and the state of Colorado.
So...
the gf and I have decided to cancel cable. Cost was a factor, but a minor one. The real problem is that there are 200 channels of nothing that are sucking our brains away. And I for one, don't have enough brains to lose mine watching MTV. Or Sportscenter for that matter.
Don't worry about us though, we'll still get the newspaper, so I'm sure I'll still manage to be disgusted by the goings on around us.
Terrell Owens is STILL on the Sportscenter.
I can't express how much I don't care about this.
It does, however, bring me to a very important point. It's hard to be a sports fan these days. OK, stop laughing. Seriously, seriously, hard to enjoy watching sports these days. There's just no mystique anymore. I mean, we now know why the sluggers can hit that far (Viagra, obviously) and how football players can take those hits and bounce right up (they're all clearly insane.)
It used to be that sports could be a vacation for real life. You could turn on the tv and watch Mattingly's sweet swing, or Boggs rap another double off the wall, and it would be a refuge from the commute to work, or the shittiness of another day of school. Now, you need a law degree (or at least a subscription to Court TV) to follow sports. I now know what salary arbitration means, and I understand why the Sox would consider trading Manny despite the fact that he's one of the best hitters in the game, and has nice hair to boot (plus, the Manny Ramirez fielding highlights dvd will be a best-seller someday.)
What is there as a release from real life now? There's more reality shows than comedies, and none of them will ever be the equal of a show like Cheers (which was funny without being mean.) Watch MTV for five minutes and you see more T and A than you used to see on the late night showing of skinemax. Where's the mystery? Poker on tv is now mainstream, there are more fixit shows than there used to be channels (none as good as This Old House, by the way.)
Sports, in a lot of ways, are worse. I know now that Kirby Puckett was not just a delightfully round centerfielder for the Twins, but a serial groper. Barry Bonds is a prick, Ricky Williams a pothead. Paul Pierce is a 12-year old girl, Rafeal Palmeiro can't get it up (or out) without meds, OJ Simpson is not a funny character in a movie, or the spokesperson for Avis. Kobe Bryant can't keep his pants on, but at least he could afford to buy off the his wife, his victim, and the state of Colorado.
So...
the gf and I have decided to cancel cable. Cost was a factor, but a minor one. The real problem is that there are 200 channels of nothing that are sucking our brains away. And I for one, don't have enough brains to lose mine watching MTV. Or Sportscenter for that matter.
Don't worry about us though, we'll still get the newspaper, so I'm sure I'll still manage to be disgusted by the goings on around us.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Getting old on schedule?
Seriously, what is this?
Since when was there a schedule for this sort of thing? I was under the impression that I could coast through life gradually shifting from one sort of immaturity to another, and end up drooling on myself without ever having gotten "old." Oh wait. I already drool on myself.
Speaking of drooling on yourself, is anyone else looking forward to retirement already? I think that we should be able to be retired when we're young, and capable of enjoying it, and then forced to work when we're older. I mean, how many old people do you know that can sleep late? Shouldn't they be the ones that have to get up early for work? Doesn't this just make sense? I would be so much more willing to work for half my life if I could be assured that I would get 20 years of doing whatever the hell I want at the end of it. As it is, I'll probably retire and get hit by a bus. Goddamn buses.
So when we get old, do you think they're going to have playstations in the nursing home instead of shuffle board? I mean, when do you get too old for playstation? Am I going to start liking Matlock? These are the sorts of things that keep me up at night.
Since when was there a schedule for this sort of thing? I was under the impression that I could coast through life gradually shifting from one sort of immaturity to another, and end up drooling on myself without ever having gotten "old." Oh wait. I already drool on myself.
Speaking of drooling on yourself, is anyone else looking forward to retirement already? I think that we should be able to be retired when we're young, and capable of enjoying it, and then forced to work when we're older. I mean, how many old people do you know that can sleep late? Shouldn't they be the ones that have to get up early for work? Doesn't this just make sense? I would be so much more willing to work for half my life if I could be assured that I would get 20 years of doing whatever the hell I want at the end of it. As it is, I'll probably retire and get hit by a bus. Goddamn buses.
So when we get old, do you think they're going to have playstations in the nursing home instead of shuffle board? I mean, when do you get too old for playstation? Am I going to start liking Matlock? These are the sorts of things that keep me up at night.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Getting all serious all of a sudden
I was planning on being serious for today, following Goody's lead, but I couldn't really do it. Just not in the mood, really.
In other Goodwin-related news, Goody managed to find his hammer but by the time he did it was time to go to bed. Seriously Goodwin, Just finish the damn table already, the lawn needs mowing. I don't want to have to hear about it when Amy smacks your ass around for having the only house in your neighborhood with a jungle.
In completely unrelated news, the gf and I are introducing our parents this weekend. Why? Good question, I think I was drunk when the topic came up. Should be interesting, if it gets too interesting, I can always escape outside with the furball and play fetch. Or as she calls it, chase after me and wrench the slobbery ball out of my mouth only, and repeat.
Forecast for this evening:
All we're doing tonight is cleaning up in preparation for the arrival of the fam this weekend. I think I need a drin
In other Goodwin-related news, Goody managed to find his hammer but by the time he did it was time to go to bed. Seriously Goodwin, Just finish the damn table already, the lawn needs mowing. I don't want to have to hear about it when Amy smacks your ass around for having the only house in your neighborhood with a jungle.
In completely unrelated news, the gf and I are introducing our parents this weekend. Why? Good question, I think I was drunk when the topic came up. Should be interesting, if it gets too interesting, I can always escape outside with the furball and play fetch. Or as she calls it, chase after me and wrench the slobbery ball out of my mouth only, and repeat.
Forecast for this evening:
All we're doing tonight is cleaning up in preparation for the arrival of the fam this weekend. I think I need a drin
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Once Again Mistaken
So I thought that we couldn't lose any worse than we already had this year, but I was mistaken. We forfeited due to the fact that only 6 people on our team showed up, an all new low. We scrimaged instead, and of course I had my best day at the plate going 2-3 with three rbis. Needless to say I will be 0-3 tonight, probably with multiple ks.
This is our last game of the season, so I don't feel particularly bad about writing some more baseball. Actually, I seem to have been blessed with an almost complete lack of guilty conscience. This balances me nicely with the gf, who feels guilty for just about everything. For instance, anytime the dogface wants something, she's getting it, and right quick. Anytime the dogface wants something from me, it better be a necessity for life, or it's only coming at my convenience. Unless what the dogface wants from me is to take a nap on the couch, in which case I am usually more than willing to help out.
Forecast for this evening:
Last day of baseball? 75% chance of cheap beer, and I'm going out on a limb to say: 50% chance of a win. The team we're playing is worse than us usually, but there's always the chance we're not going to have enough people.
This is our last game of the season, so I don't feel particularly bad about writing some more baseball. Actually, I seem to have been blessed with an almost complete lack of guilty conscience. This balances me nicely with the gf, who feels guilty for just about everything. For instance, anytime the dogface wants something, she's getting it, and right quick. Anytime the dogface wants something from me, it better be a necessity for life, or it's only coming at my convenience. Unless what the dogface wants from me is to take a nap on the couch, in which case I am usually more than willing to help out.
Forecast for this evening:
Last day of baseball? 75% chance of cheap beer, and I'm going out on a limb to say: 50% chance of a win. The team we're playing is worse than us usually, but there's always the chance we're not going to have enough people.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
When the Hell did August Happen?
Seriously, I went to sleep last night and it was June, woke up and it was August 2. Crazy shit man. I gotta lay off the peyote.
Not much to talk about today. It's going to be interesting to see if I can find anything to write about as this goes on. My life is simply not that interesting. I mean, I woke up, started working, took a shower, drank coffee, etc. That's it for more days than not. Tonight I'm playing baseball, which is fun for me, but not for anyone else generally. Unless you happen to have a skinny guy in tight pants fetish, in which case I'm your man.
Forecast for this evening:
I think we're going to ride our momentum from winning our last game into a moral victory of a 6-4 loss. Even using at my most optimistic I have a hard time thinking we'll beat a team that has beaten us by a combined 24-3. I'll settle for not embarrassing myself at the plate.
Not much to talk about today. It's going to be interesting to see if I can find anything to write about as this goes on. My life is simply not that interesting. I mean, I woke up, started working, took a shower, drank coffee, etc. That's it for more days than not. Tonight I'm playing baseball, which is fun for me, but not for anyone else generally. Unless you happen to have a skinny guy in tight pants fetish, in which case I'm your man.
Forecast for this evening:
I think we're going to ride our momentum from winning our last game into a moral victory of a 6-4 loss. Even using at my most optimistic I have a hard time thinking we'll beat a team that has beaten us by a combined 24-3. I'll settle for not embarrassing myself at the plate.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Weddings, fires, and goodwin
So I accidentally lit my hand on fire this weekend.
Makes you think I spent the weekend in an endless alcoholic daze, doesn't it? Well, as those who know me may know, I'm not scared of a beer or ten. But I actually was on good behavior this weekend. I kept a keg company for a little while, but managed not to do any keg stands. There was a sword fight involving lit tiki torches, but I was not a part of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I didn't even suffer from one hangover this weekend.
On to other things, one of which is a response to Goodwin, who writes here about blogs and why there stupid. (Irony intentional, I hope.)
As you can see, goody wonders why I would write a blog without writing about people that piss me off. Trust me, this will happen eventually. I just don't really give enough of a shit about most people to write about them. When my friends piss me off I think they generally know it almost immediately. If they don't, they're pretty unobservant. I will, however, not hesitate to mock my friends when they deserve it.
For example, Goody, in the first line of your blog you reference the single most annoying movie character of all time. Probably not a good way to start out. Also, Leave the thesaurus closed and on your desk. The headache those big words are causing you can't be worth it.
And finally, weddings. What is it that makes people feel people my age should be married? I know people, like Goody, who were married when they were 15. That's fine, he never wanted to make his own decisions in the first place. But why is it, everytime the gf and I go to a wedding, people ask us if we're next? Is there an easy answer to this question? Every time, we both say, strongly, "NO WAY IN HELL!" And then we have to stand there awkwardly while people reptend like they're not trying to figure out if we're having trouble in our relationship. Seriously, can't two happy, not ready to get married, normal people in their mid-twenties, just not get married right away? Marriage is forever! I've only been able to tie my own shoes for a few years, and you want me to make a commitment for 50 years from now! Doesn't seem like a good idea, does it.
Forecast for tonight:
50% Cleaning frenzy
50% nappy nap
Makes you think I spent the weekend in an endless alcoholic daze, doesn't it? Well, as those who know me may know, I'm not scared of a beer or ten. But I actually was on good behavior this weekend. I kept a keg company for a little while, but managed not to do any keg stands. There was a sword fight involving lit tiki torches, but I was not a part of it. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I didn't even suffer from one hangover this weekend.
On to other things, one of which is a response to Goodwin, who writes here about blogs and why there stupid. (Irony intentional, I hope.)
As you can see, goody wonders why I would write a blog without writing about people that piss me off. Trust me, this will happen eventually. I just don't really give enough of a shit about most people to write about them. When my friends piss me off I think they generally know it almost immediately. If they don't, they're pretty unobservant. I will, however, not hesitate to mock my friends when they deserve it.
For example, Goody, in the first line of your blog you reference the single most annoying movie character of all time. Probably not a good way to start out. Also, Leave the thesaurus closed and on your desk. The headache those big words are causing you can't be worth it.
And finally, weddings. What is it that makes people feel people my age should be married? I know people, like Goody, who were married when they were 15. That's fine, he never wanted to make his own decisions in the first place. But why is it, everytime the gf and I go to a wedding, people ask us if we're next? Is there an easy answer to this question? Every time, we both say, strongly, "NO WAY IN HELL!" And then we have to stand there awkwardly while people reptend like they're not trying to figure out if we're having trouble in our relationship. Seriously, can't two happy, not ready to get married, normal people in their mid-twenties, just not get married right away? Marriage is forever! I've only been able to tie my own shoes for a few years, and you want me to make a commitment for 50 years from now! Doesn't seem like a good idea, does it.
Forecast for tonight:
50% Cleaning frenzy
50% nappy nap
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