Manic Oppressive

So I’ve been crazy swamped at work. A Huge project is approaching the end of things, so the stress level is increasing. Dramatically.

I’ve got some stuff saved up though, and will be posting regularly in the future. But the magical overhaul of this site won’t happen for a while.

I’m at a friends place, where he just moved in. He says, “Hey, this is weird. Come check the closet out” and leads me out onto his deck.

He wants to put his kendo armor in this closet that’s actually a little bit bit bigger than my wallet. But there’s a problem; a plastic table top already occupies the entire closet. Well, most of it at least. Err, I guess that’s not actually the problem.

It turns out that the table is wider than the closet door, so it’s impossible to get it through. My theory is that they built the apartment around that table top. His theory is that the previous tenants were drunk. I like mine better.

He wanted it out. I told him he was nuts. I then mentioned that there was probably no way to get it without sustaining some sort of mild injury. I was joking, of course.

That said, we were determined to get that table out. And we did… it took us the better part of 15 minutes, but we did eventually get it. I lost both arms and sprained my right foot, so I had to limp around for the rest of the evening. Some dude sewed the arms back on for a nominal fee, and things were ok again.

http://www.letstalkcolorado.com/relaxation.html.

Recently, I’ve been seeing a lot of Colorado stuff in weird places. Good for them.

San Diego Union Tribune, 12/26/2006

Post-Christmas Shopping Begins

So, as a co-worker puts it, I “accidentally” quit smoking today. So now there’s all this empty time where I could be smoking, but I’m not. What am I supposed to do to fill the gaps?

Since I moved up to this pretty little corner of the world, I’ve driven about 1800 miles. That includes a brief jaunt up to Vancouver, B.C., so that’s about 200 miles a month.

That number is higher then it should be. There is a reason for this. Occasionally, I get in my car and just sort of drive. The idea is to learn my way around the city, and cause a sudden increase in blood pressure.

A few nights ago, I decided that I needed to go to Bed Bat and Beeeeeeeeeyond! to pick up a larger-then-life trash can so I can store my recycleables. So after spending 30 minutes trying to park and 5 minutes “shopping”, I decided to learn me some more of that Seattle Stuff.

Now, the deal is that if you don’t know where you are, you will invariably end up on a highway, which doesn’t solve any problems at all for you. And this is what happened to me that night; I ended up on a highway.

Then, about 20 minutes later, I was able to get off the highway. Then I drove for about a month and found my way home, a learned man.

…it tasted pretty good.

There was a great big WHOOOSHing sound as my younger brother’s birthday flew by. Part of the problem is that I get it confused with Consitution day (and I have pretty much as long as he’s had a birthday). Another part of the problem is that I pretty much suck with calendars.

“Weekdays” are pretty much one big day to me. Somepeople have meetings on their calendar, “I have a 2 o’clock today, so I can’t stay late at lunch…”. Me? I have a Wednesday.

This isn’t the only time/place that I have troubles fitting into society; I’ve been known to forget the names of people I’m dating, I used to sleep on the floor, blah blah blah. The Colonel (if he’s still around) could rattle my idiosyncrasies off the top of his head, much like a vintner whining about the grape flavor in cough medicine.

So will my brother forgive me? Maybe.

Should he? Probably not; there are tools out there for people like me…

Long time no babble. I’ve been crazy busy recently, and the idea of “composing content” for this “blog” has been rather elusive. My idea is to expand stuff a bit, so that I can provide regular stuff. Yeah. And Stuff.

A recent conversation with my boss, after I had spent a few hours debugging some CSS:

• Me: Umm… Can you tell me where reality is?
• He: Sure. Over there (points down the hall)
• Me: Well, I’ll just stagger on down and introduce myself.

Ok. Maybe you just had to be there.

I’m not sure any more.

The Robin Williams thing about Bill Gates comes to mind (for some reason):

Bill: Monopoly’s just a board game senator, I’m out to take over the world! (Did I just say that out loud?)”

There was an article in 1987 articulating The Worst Mistake in the History of the Human Race