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Do it yourself, with shredded foam!
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12.30.2001 |
A couple more pictures... |
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12.30.2001 |
There's
This Girl I Like... OK, so I don't know if I've mentioned this to anyone other than over the phone, but I've actually been hanging out with different people these days. This girl works with my roommate, and she was leaning hard on him to go out with her and her friends for a while... Finally, he asked if I'd like to come out with them sometime, and I certainly need to meet new people out here, so I did. It turns out most of the folks are pretty cool. They go out, drink, play trivia, have parties... The group is mostly women, with boyfriends and relatives thrown in as well... Anyway... The girl who works with my roommate isn't really my type, but I like one of the other girls that she hangs out with, one of her cousing... She seemed really fun, had a job, etc. Maybe a bit out of my league, but that's OK. It wasn't until about the third time I saw her that I found out she had a boyfriend. OK, fair enough. I back off. (Not that I was really doing much to move in there, but nevertheless...) She works at the Buffalo Wild Wings that I've been going to to watch football and play trivia lately. One time I was there and she sat with me for a while and chatted... One of the bartenders came over and chatted with her for a while. She called him "darlin'". I figured this was the boyfriend. Fine. I'm not making any moves anyway... So I went back to the bar today to watch the Green Bay game. (They won, but Chicago won their game too, so it's all going to come down to next week for the NFC Central...) The waitress was there, and I waved hi. You know, real friendly like. I watched the game. I had one too many beers during the early game, so I decided to stay for the late game to make sure I was OK to drive. The place clears out after the early games finish, and I'm more or less at the bar by myself. This girl comes in and sits down next to me... She asks where the Oakland game is on, and I tell her it's on the Big Screen, and mention to her that she could get a better view sitting on the other side of me. So she does. It turns out she's a big football fan. We're talking football... We're talking movies. I'm starting to think that sports bars are going to soon become my new dating scene... It wasn't until halfway through the third quarter that she mentions that she lives with somebody. Then she says his name. It's the bartender I thought was dating the waitress. Dammit... I feel like an idiot. I thought I was being so good by just being friendly-like with who I thought was his girlfriend, and instead, I'm actually hitting on his girlfriend as he's serving me refill after refill of diet cokes... Eh... At least I never asked her for her number or anything like that. I was planning on doing it after the game. But it ended well. I didn't make a total ass of myself, anyway. I guess I'll just watch The Sopranos and clean up my apartment so it isn't a total mess when my roommate gets home tomorrow night. Anyone in Fayetteville, I'll see you at Big Smith tomorrow night. Everybody else, have a great New Years. Go Hogs! |
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12.30.2001 |
Nineteen degrees in Green Bay, Wisconsin with wind chill at five
degrees. It's downright balmy
down there. |
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12.29.2001 |
There were some minor problems, but I now have a nice Windows XP machine,
and my printer/scanner is working. You can see a sample from the scanner
here,
and one from the camera here.
All in all, XP is working out fine for me so far, but fresh installs
of 98 always worked great at first too, until I screwed them all up.
We'll see how resilient XP is. I just got done watching Godfather II and III. Eh... I've certainly seen worse movies, but I think I prefer The Sopranos. Maybe that's blasphemy, but again... Eh... Well, let's leaf through the picture gallery... Here is a picture of the burned board inside my old DVD player. It's not as bad as I made it out to be, but you can definitely see it. I took this at a rest stop in Iowa. Apparently, this is the most interesting thing in Iowa. Here is a purty sunset my sister took a picture of out the window of the car in Wisconsin. I guess that's about all I have for now. The cool thing about the camera is that it's so damn small (almost exactly the size of a pack of cigarettes... Kings too, not those 100s or 120s...) that I keep it in the inside pocket of my jacket, and I have it with me all the time. So I can take pictures of all the exciting stuff I do on a day to day basis. Today would not make for exciting pictures. I left the apartment for a total of about 40 minutes. In that time, I went to Sears and checked prices on refrigerators, washers and dryers. I hate spending money. Especially on something as mundane as a refrigerator, but I guess I'll have it soon and I'll have that refrigerator situation under control. Damn, my place is a mess. When I went shopping for the appliances, I stopped at the grocery store to try to get boxes to start packing, but they said they were all broken down and I'd have the best luck if I got there at around seven AM. I doubt I'll make that tomorrow. Maybe monday on the way to work. Well, this is going nowhere, so I think I'll go ahead and upload it and move on to something else. Hmm... What could I install on this computer to really screw it up... |
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12.28.2001 |
And here's to hoping that we get a nice cold day at Lambeau this
Sunday. Those sissies from Minnesota won't be able to deal with
the cold. Maybe Randy Moss will stay home... |
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12.27.2001 |
Sometimes I feel like getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck... Honestly, I'd be happy to get to the handshake part, these days. Sorry, I've been listening to too much Foo Fighters lately. As if one could do such a thing. I am now in posession of a new digital camera, and one of those nifty printer/scanner deals. Anyway, as a result, I have all kinds of pictures I want to post up here. Unfortunately, after I installed the software for the printer and camera, my computer has become absolutely unbearably slow. This update is taking a damn long time because every three words or so, I have to wait for my computer to catch up with me. Because of this, I'm going to take this opportunity to give my computer its semi-annual format and reinstall. Most likely, I'll do that Saturday, but I'll spend the next couple of days making sure I have anything I want to keep burned off to CDs. But expect lots of pictures once I get my windows machine working again. But before I go, a quick update on the house. Today, I signed and faxed off the final contract for the house. They agreed to replace the sliding glass doors on the back of the house, to service the A/C and put in an entirely new furnace. The only thing missing is some work that needs to be done in the master bathroom, but that will be a fun project for once I move in. So I'll spend the next month or so on the phone with the bank trying to finalize everything. But it looks like I have the house, and I'll be looking forward to hosting the First Annual Gimpysoft.com President's Day Bacchanalia. I hope to see you all there. |
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12.25.2001 |
Merry Christmas all. I've spent the last four nights here at my parents'
place here in Chicago. It's been steadily snowing. Snowing lightly,
but enough that there is noticeable snow on the grass. A White Christmas,
I believe they call that. It's almost too cold to smoke outside. (Almost)
I'm about to head up to Wisconsin for the extended family Christmas thing. I have my gift exchange gift, but have not yet come up with trivia questions for the trivia contest. I guess I'd better get on that. I don't know why I was worried, but I was worried about The Pack's game against the Browns on Sunday. They dispatched them with seemingly no problems at all. Chicago took out Washington, so they remain one game ahead of The Packers in the NFC Central. Next week, Green Bay gets Minnesota. We should walk all over them, but it's definitely a tougher matchup than the Bears get. They should destroy the Lions, but I think that the Lions will probably be playing harder than Minnesota. So maybe we'll make up a game there. After next week, The Packers get the New York Giants, and Chicago gets Jacksonville. It would be nice to get the division and a first round Bye, but at least Green Bay is definitely in the playoffs. Speaking of in the playoffs, after lingering in last place in my Fantasy Football league, I went on a three game winning streak at the end of the season, snuck into a third place seed going into the playoffs, and won my first playoff game. Next week my team goes up against our league's undisputed leader for the overall championship. And I outscored him this week by almost 30 points, so I really could take the whole thing. But I'd better stop talking about it before I jinx myself. I still haven't heard from the seller about getting the things fixed on the house. I expect I'll probably hear from them tomorrow during the day. I'm really looking forward to getting into this house, and am thinking about ordering my X10 switches now to get that started. I spent a lot of time in a hardware store yesterday, just looking at wood, and tools, and fixtures and such. I've never really considered myself much of a handyman, but I am rather looking forward to being able to do whatever the hell I want to that place. I think I'll be spending more money than I really should at the new Expo we just had open down the street... Well, I hope everybody is having happy holidays, and I'm looking forward to seeing you all at my President's Day party in February. Merry Christmas, and I'll see you at Big Smith on New Year's in Fayetteville... |
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12.20.2001 |
The ankle is getting better. I had the house inspected today, and
there were some problems. Nothing that you wouldn't expect from a
28 year old house, but we'll see what they have to say about having
the things fixed. Tomorrow night I head up to Chicago and Wisconsin for Christmas. Have a merry Christmas everybody, give the Santaland Diaries episode of This American Life a listen, and have a beer for me. God knows I won't be doing any drinking with the folks and the relatives in Wisconsin. Nobody in Wisconsin drinks... |
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12.19.2001 |
A quick update on my current active situations: 1. My ankle still hurts, but my limp is less pronounced. I just took my shoe off and have a nice purple spot on the bottom of the foot that looks a bit like a bruise. It's probably gangrene, and I'll probably have to have the foot amputated. But it feels better now, I guess it's healing. 2. They accepted my first offer on the house. I guess I should have gone a bit lower, but I still think I got a good deal. I go to the house tomorrow afternoon for the inspection, then I guess I have to tell the seller what I want fixed. I know for sure that I want some mortar on the upstairs fireplace fixed, because one of the big selling points for me was the fireplaces. I want to be able to burn a lot of wood in that house. |
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12.19.2001 |
Well, I made the offer on the house yesterday afternoon. I guess I
should hear something by noon today. I can walk on the ankle now, but with a severe limp. I almost stopped and bought a cane yesterday, but if I was going to get a cane, I would want a nice one, not just one of those aluminium J-shaped canes with a rubber stop on one end. I'd need to get one with a big diamond on the top, or an 8-ball or something. So I think I'll just limp. Sounds like I'm screwed for racquetball this Thursday, though. And I need to lose weight before I go home this Friday. Oh well... Once I'm moved into the house, I'll get my exercise just walking up and down the stairs. |
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12.18.2001 |
Fuck. I woke up this morning and when I stood up, I realized that
I can't walk. I crawled over to take a bath, and I've found enough
hand holds to get myself dressed, but I really don't know how well
I'm going to do walking in to work without anything to hold on to.
Ah, I'm probably just a wuss. And I have to make the offer on my house
this morning... Lots of walking... I need to quit playing racquetball... |
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12.17.2001 |
I certainly hope that I never get in a car accident or break a leg or anything... I can't even deal with this sissy twisting your ankle pain or hitting yourself in the eye with a racquetball pain. Blah blah blah... |
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12.17.2001 |
I love
racquetball. So I was playing tonight (wearing goggles)... I lost
the first two games, and was down in the third 4-14. I get the serve
and manage to go on a seven point run, making it 11-14. We go back
and forth, and eventually I make it up to 14-14. I lose the serve,
and Tim makes a point. We battle back and forth at 14-15 six or seven
times... About the seventh time around here, I'm serving. I make the
serve, and back off towards a wall. I have no idea what happenned,
but the next thing I know, my foot feels like it's on my leg sideways,
and my ankle is screaming at me. I shout louder than I can ever remember
shouting and collapse to the floor. The ankle feels a bit better after
sitting down for about a minute, so I get up. I wander over to get
a quick glass of water, and the ankle feels a lot better, so I try
to finish up the game. Back and forth a couple more times, and eventually
Tim makes a point and finishes the game. I decided to stop then...
Dammit, all this competitive sport is killing me. Just about every time we play racquetball, I feel lucky if all I come away with is a couple nice purple welts on my back. But at least we played again. I have a feeling I'm going to be gaining even more weight when I go home for Christmas. I need to lay off this week if I don't want to get in serious trouble. Needless to say, it doesn't look like I'm going to get the tattoo before Christmas... |
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12.13.2001 |
Well,
didn't get the warblog done, but I did put together a quick slideshow
of my Lambeau
Pilgrimage 2001. But no warblog tonight. I'm going to bed. |
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12.13.2001 |
I got
this email from another random person today. He apparently found my
site by typing "Kansas City Linux" into Google.
He was kind enough to let me know that "Anyway, the Pack suck!!
Long live the Rams!!" Hey, the Rams are having a good season. They may go as far as the NFC Championship game, depending on how the playoff bracket shakes out. I wish them nothing but the best... |
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12.13.2001 |
Well,
I came home from work today in a profound state of ennui. (I've always
wanted to use that word, and I probably just used it wrong, but fuck
you anyway!) Wow, what was that all about? Anyway, I've been threatening to go see Waking Life for a long time now, and I thought that today was its last showing out here, so after cleaning up a bit, I headed down to our little theater to catch it. The theater's website clearly stated that there were no showings on Thursday, but I must have been thinking it was Wednesday all day, so I was surprised to find that it was not showing when I got there. So I went to the brew pub next door, drank a mediocre stout, and wandered around for a bit. I picked up a couple of real estate magazines and went to the cool coffee house down there and leafed through them while drinking tea. There was a cute girl with black hair sitting next to me reading who kept looking at me when I kept getting up for more tea. Then I went home. Sigh. At least I'm getting some cleaning done finally. I can now see patches of carpet in my room that I wasn't even sure were there any more. And I've emptied my trash cans, which were beginning to overflow with beer bottles and credit card receipts. (If you need credit card numbers, dig through the dumpster at The Trails apartment complex. They dump the trash tomorrow morning.) But on the way home, I decided that I'm not being nearly bandwagonesque enough, so I think I'm going to start up my warblog. That way I can stop boring my friends with my tedious, incoherent political rants, and can serve them as this site was intended. That would be by boring my friends with tedious, incoherent personal anecdotes. Speaking of tedious personal anecdotes, I don't think I really said much about that party last weekend. It was at the apartment of a girl my roommate works with, and that I've met once before. He had other plans for the evening, but we were both invited and I have been trying to be more social, so I decided to go. I had a lot of fun. Since I drove out there myself, I unfortunately couldn't drink myself into a stumbling stupor, but I paced myself nicely. Many girls there, but most were attached. It was some of the better conversation I've had recently. There was one guy there who's been trying to put together a book discussion club lately. He's hoping to get it together in January, and I gave him my email address so he could include me when they get around to doing that. He is apparently a big Kurt Vonnegut fan, but likes a lot of other sci fi, and it seemed that he and I and a bunch of other folks there had similar taste in those kinds of things. So we're going to get together once a month to discuss last month's book, and rotate picking out the next month's book. It looked like there were at least five or six people there who were interested. If we can actually get that going, it will serve me well on my quest to become as pretentious as possible in as short a period of time as I can. But on to the warblog! I've been reading many, many good warblogs lately. Though my ranting is often quite incoherent, I've had a couple of thoughts lately that I'd like to see if I can't flesh out into something at least slightly coherent. And it'll give me an excuse to put one more link under my "Stuff" section. So I think I'll go work on that now. |
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12.13.2001 |
In
the interest of completeness, I will link to Heather
Havrilesky's latest NPR
commentary from a couple of days ago. In this one, she makes some snide comments about the non-writerly lifestyles of her writer friends. |
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12.13.2001 |
Randy Moss: Still a dick. |
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12.11.2001 |
If there is anybody in the game of football that I hate with a passion, it's Randy Moss. I think that's why I enjoyed this column by Jim Caple so much. |
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12.11.2001 |
Official diagnosis: Bruised eye. I get antibiotic eye drops, and it will hurt a lot less if I wear sunglasses when I'm outside in the sun. And I can't wear contacts for a couple of weeks. Guess I'm going to have to get some new glasses. And some racquetball goggles. |
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12.10.2001 |
OK,
for future reference, eye protection is recommended while playing
racquetball. I've been saying that I was going to get some goggles
for a while since I've had plenty of balls whack me in the back and
go sailing past my head, but I just never remember to grab them. So we were playing today... Our normal partner wasn't there, so no cutthroat, just a simple one on one with my roommate. We played two games, and in the third I went to play a low ball off the back wall, it bounced off the back wall directly into my left eye. I opened the eye and shut the other... I could see with it, but it was very fuzzy. I ran to the bathroom to try to get the contact lens out, but wasn't sure if I had managed to get it or not. I finally figured out that it was at least not in place properly, but I couldn't tell if it had been knocked out, if I had managed to take it out and lose it when I was trying to take it out, or if it was bunched up under my eyelid. It did hurt to move the eye around, and it was extremely red, but looked intact, there was no blood, and I could see fine out of it (minus the blurryness from the missing contact.) Anyway, we went back to the apartment, and I lifted up my eyelids looking for the lens, but couldn't see it, even though it kind of did feel like there was something up under there. So I decided to head over to the hospital to at least have someone take a look at it. When we first got there, it took about ten minutes before anybody even came over to get my name. After about ten more minutes, they took my blood pressure, temperature and heart rate and asked me what was wrong... After about another half hour the eye felt fine, was a lot less red, it didn't feel like the contact was under the eyelid anymore. Then a helicopter landed and dropped off a trauma patient of some sort, so I decided that it probably wasn't worth the wait. I think I'll run in to my eye doctor tomorrow to have a quick check, I need to order more contacts anyway, but it feels fine now. I'm probably going to be blind in one eye by tomorrow morning, though. But I certainly won't be playing racquetball without goggles again... And I still don't know what the hell happenned to that contact... I'm guessing that I got it out when I first was trying, and must have dropped it or something. Well, back to holding ice over the eye and watching football... |
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12.09.2001 |
One of my favorite pastimes is typing in random URLs and seeing
what's there. I used to do this a bit at my previous job, when I
was working tech support and there was a lot of down time between
calls. I did go to www.davidlynch.com
a while ago, and all it had was a form to sign up to be notified
when the site launched.
Wow, sorry for the all caps, but that's how they sent it and I'm too lazy to fix it myself. There is more stuff at the website now, and I'll have to admit that I'm sold. I'll be there checking out what they have going up there (I assume this is official, but I guess I'm not entirely sure...) Damn, and I still haven't seen Mulholland Drive. |
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12.09.2001 |
And
Go Pack Go... Defeated the Bears and took control of the NFC Central.
It was a good game, and I ate 30 BW3 wings while watching it. I would normally consider that impressive, but the wings there really just aren't as meaty as the ones from Hooters, and they're not breaded. I had a very vegetable-centric dinner, but negated any health value by cooking the vegetables in wine and a whole stick of real butter. They were damn good, though. Crap, but now I'm going to have to wake up early and work out tomorrow morning. I feel like I'm slipping again... I've been eating too much fast food and my racquetball sessions are starting to slip back down to an hour from our previous average of about two hours. I'm still really hoping to get that tattoo before I go home for Christmas, but that day is coming up very quickly. |
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12.09.2001 |
And if you need to kill some time, you can read an Onion AV Club interview with They Might Be Giants here. |
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12.09.2001 |
Well, I've been sucked in by an Onion
AV Club review again. They recently reviewed the new They
Might Be Giants album, Holidayland
EP. Well, I didn't grab that one, but in that review they mentioned
an album from earlier this year, Mink
Car. |
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12.09.2001 |
Check out Alison's PantsCam. |
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12.08.2001 |
Gimpysoft.com: Now 98% more maroon. I'm not sure if I like this yet, but I kind of like the new spiky things on the navigation bar. At least I have my style sheets set up so if I want to change the color scheme again I won't have to edit every single page on the site like I just had to. I thought I had it set up properly, but apparently when I switched to using Dreamweaver I started defining a style sheet on each page instead of using the single style sheet at http://www.gimpysoft.com/style.css. Eh... Why am I talking about this on here? Is anybody still reading this at this point? I think I'm going to stop typing now and go to that party. |
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12.08.2001 |
I'm going to a party in a little bit. It might be a little weird... It's with some people that Phil works with, and he isn't going to be there. I have met them once before, so we'll see how it goes. |
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12.08.2001 |
Adam Curry has a weblog. Earlier today I did not know that, and now I do. And so do you. |
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12.08.2001 |
Looked
at some more houses, but nothing really caught my eye. I saw a couple
(here and here) that looked all right, but nothing that made me really
want to jump. Maybe I should start lowering my standards a bit...
I am looking to spend a bit less than nice houses around here go for.
After I got back, I cooked some fish and finished cataloguing the top shelf of my bookcase. You can read my comments on the books I have in the Crap That I Own section. Whoever said this website wasn't chock full of content... |
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12.08.2001 |
OK...
I said I need more lists on here, so I started it... Here is a list
of Crap That
I Own. So far, I have all my DVDs and almost the entire top shelf
of my bookcase. I include reviews of books and DVDs that I own. Sort
of... I'm not much of a reviewer, but I give at least my general impressions
of these things. But I'm going to be late to look at houses. I'd better get going. |
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12.07.2001 |
I
found this
quiz a while ago, but I just now got around to taking it. It is
the "Are you as interesting than your weblog" quiz. Apparently,
I am more interesting than my weblog. Of course, that isn't saying
much. This really isn't all that interesting. OK, so earlier tonight, my roommate and I broke down and decided to walk up the street to get smokes (his idea, not mine, but I didn't do too much to talk him out of it.) On the way out, we saw a party going on in one of the other apartments. After we got the smokes, we walked back past the same party. I wandered over to say hi. I live in an apartment complex that is far too expensive for me and my shitty-ass software engineering job. Because this is such an expensive apartment complex, I think I mostly live around married couples a couple years older than me and divorcees who had to move out of the house. (I used to play tennis with one of the divorcees until she got back together with her husband after he kicked the mistress out.) Anyway, I was surprised to see a party in this complex because in the almost full year I've lived here, I have never before seen a party going on here. So I wandered over. I said hi to the folks, and commented on the fact that I had never seen a party over here before. "Oh yeah, Misti lives here... Her dad is out of town obviously." A high school party. Well, soon I will have a house and can further isolate myself from society. I never went to parties in high school. And now I still don't go to parties, so not much has changed. Actually, that's not entirely true. My roommate has a girlfriend back in Cleveland. But he works with these chicks who apparently hit on him all the time. They invited him out to a trivia/beer night not too long ago, and I went along. It was OK, but they hung out with a lot of infants and young children (children of friends, but I'm still not comfortable drinking and smoking around young children, though it didn't seem to bother them.) Anyway, they invited him over to a Scrabble party tomorrow night, and he couldn't go, but said he'd send me. He's going to a different party that I'm not invited to, so I think I'm going to go hang out with the women and kids. I guess I don't have anything better to do. OK... Tomorrow at 1:00 I'm going to look at seven houses, and I expect that either one of the seven is going to be a house I want to buy, or I'm going to drop back and buy a condo. I think I'm going to be able to swing the house thing, but it's going to be a bit ghetto. But that won't be anything entirely new to me... I used to live by the Astrodome in Houston. I miss my old ghetto apartment. I'm kind of looking forward to my new Kansas ghetto house. It's going to rule. I expect all of you at the Kansas Ghetto Housewarming Party, which it seems will be happening President's Day weekend... It'll be a weekend long party, so stop by whenever you get a chance. I'll post directions here... |
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12.06.2001 |
Take
the Reservoir
Dogs Personality Test. I'm apparently Mr. Brown.... Mr. Brown,
that's a little too close to Mr. Shit. The Reservoir Dogs Personality Test. A lot less stupid than pouring salt on your head. |
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12.06.2001 |
Well,
a whole evening full of stupid shit. I got home, and I'm not signed
up for racquetball until 8:00. So I make some nachos. I usually try
not to eat anything until after racquetball, but I knew I wasn't going
to make it until eight. I figured I'd make something light. I was
planning on just some chips with a bit of cheese melted over them.
Then I found the refried beans. Then I found the olives. Then I decided
to fry up some taco meat. The next thing I know, I've created this
mound of food larger than my head. And of course I can't resist it
once it's made up. So I eat a huge mound of nachos. But that's OK, I still have almost two full hours to digest before I go play. So I sat around, watched The Simpsons, watched Family Guy, watched The Tick. For some reason, during The Tick I decided it would be an excellent idea to pour a bunch of salt on my head. I'm not drunk. I'm not high. I'm not on the crack cocaine. I'm just apparently very, very stupid. So I pour salt on my head. I guess it dissolved into the sweat once I got to playing racquetball, but until then, it was about driving me nuts. It got itchy, and when I scratched, I just got it stuck under my nails. What exactly possessed me to salt my head? I think it was just the fact that the salt shaker was sitting right on my end table, and something to do with the fact that I'm very stupid. I think I'm going to take a shower now. You know, to get the rest of the salt out of my hair. Damn. |
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12.06.2001 |
I
need to find a bar to go see the Packers play the Bears this coming
Sunday. That should be a hell of a game... Winner takes the lead in
the NFC Central. Damn I want a cigarette... Oh well... At least I'll be able to breathe slightly better while playing racquetball this evening. |
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12.06.2001 |
Well
it's been just over forty-eight hours since my last cigarette. I've
been trying not to mention the fact that I'm quitting to anybody,
because I think it just makes me look more weak when I inevitably
start up again. But it looks like this one is taking... My roommate
quit about six hours before me, so at least we're not bugging each
other. I guess I'll have to go out this weekend to see how I can hold
up in an alcohol consumption situation. I've been leafing through more weblogs than I used to, and I think I need more lists and charts on here. I only have two charts, my weight, and the progress (or lack thereof) on my novel last month. For a while, I was self-rating my mood from a +10 to a -10 every night when I went to bed, but it turned out that I was only bothering to record it when I was in a shitty mood. Hmmm... What else can I chart? I also need to make a list of my favorite books and movies. I'm not entirely sure why, but it's something I feel I need to do. Yesterday, I ran out at lunch and bought another book, so I'm now in the middle of three books simultaneously. There is no reason for that, but at least I won't be running out of reading material any time soon. But I woke up nice and early today, I'm going to try to make it in to work early to get some stuff done before tomorrow. Good day, all... |
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12.05.2001 |
I really need to start reading my posts before I upload them... |
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12.05.2001 |
Ugh...
It's now been twenty-four hours since I last smoked a cigarette. Of
course, I spent the last thirteen of those twenty-four sleeping. But
I feel much better now. Damn, did you see Brett Favre run that in for the game on Monday? That was some good stuff... Bring on The Bears. I have no idea if this is supposed to be serious, but here is an article advocating more control over the sale of airguns in Great Britain. Over there, they're really freaks about guns. The thing I found most amusing is the fact that about five times in the article they use phrases like "lethal airguns" and "Airguns are lethal weapons and they can kill." I mean, that is just not true, is it? They mention in the article that a girl had an eye shot out, and that is sad, but that's about the extent of the danger from an airgun, isn't it? I tried to kill an opossum with an airgun I used to have, and I ended up having to club it. Boy do I feel sheepish. I linked to Shiny Blue Grasshopper and told you to check out his site. Correction, check out her site. |
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12.03.2001 |
I
hate it when I go almost a full week without updating. I wish I could
say I was busy, but I've just been sitting around watching TV and
going to bed early. For example, last Friday night I was in bed by
9:30. I stayed out very late Saturday night, but I hardly moved off
the couch all day Sunday. But I woke up and worked out at 6:00 in the morning this morning, and I need to go play racquetball here in about 30 minutes. My weight is not dropping at all, and it's kind of starting to piss me off. Steven Den Beste runs another great weblog that I found through Matt Welch's site. I recommend it. I also officially failed in my plans to write a novel. Well, the few pages I did manage to write were going nowhere, and other than some vague ideas for situations I couldn't even figure out how to get my characters into, I really had no idea what I wanted to write anyway. And what I was writing was horrible. I don't think that I'll write a novel any time soon. This guy found a post I made a while ago about ads in movie theatres. He is running a campaign similar to the one that was sent to me by Gurney Halleck. Check his campaign out, and check out his site too... I love getting mail from random people on the internet. Send me some... |
