Thursday, August 11, 2005
Yeah, found out last Sunday my spousal unit is pregnant. Woohoo!!!! (hmmm, shit!), etc. So, everything will change, so I'm told. Everything is changing. I'm seeing the love of my life in a completely new light, and discovering that I have stumbled onto a completely new flavor of being in love with her, and that's pretty cool...
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
How fitting that it's the Monday after the time change to daylight savings. I may be saving daylight, but what good is that for me? Hmmm? It's dark during the drive to work now, and I'm much sleepier during said drive. Hmm, a danger to myself and others, so no plus there. I can't make myself go to sleep an hour earlier, thus, perpetuating said sleepy drive to work. I tried reading a book about Java programming, thinking, “Hey, this should put me asleep pronto!” I was up until well past midnight.
I guess this is an opportunity for me to bitch because I had to get up an hour earlier, and getting out of bed in the morning for me is like waking the already-way-passed-dead dead. Lately, it has become quite an ordeal to drag myself out of bed, not unlike volunteering for a deep colonoscopy.
And to top it all off, I forgot my Java book at home, and I forgot my underwear to change into after my morning run. Yep, it looks like I'm goin' commando today.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Out of bounds
Originally uploaded by zentropy.
Pretty flower, no? I took this picture in Colorado last summer. It is so beautiful outside today, I thought this would be a nice addition to today's post.
Made it through the weekend unscathed, but not circumstantially. What I mean is that I went to a place for margs that I don't usually. The margs are great there, strong as hell, but it was really crowded. The place had a cool vibe tho'. You could feel the exuberant joy of a sunny, albeit windy, Friday in the crowd. It felt rather strange, tho', to be sipping a tasty lime slushy while watching and speculating with CNN on the TV they had in the patio when or if the Pope was going to pass on. He finally did yesterday. About five hours and three margs later, it was definitely time to go. My friend, with whom I was celebrating the end of his Lenten prohibition, suddenly decided it was sleepy time. I suppose I would have been sleepy too after foregoing alcohol for over fifty days. After waiting for a cab, on display in front of the bar, narrowly avoiding getting carried away in a vehicle with blinky blue and red lights (ok, not so narrowly, but the rent-a-cop dudes were less than understanding), we finally made our way to my friend's house, leaving a street pizza trail out the door of the cab with frequent stops along they way. Oy! You'd think grown-ups like us would be smart enough to avoid this kind of behavior.
My point of this rambling is that it seems silly things like this happen whenever we step out of our usual routine (different bar, trying something new, etc., whatever). Not as safe as usual, always presenting a challenge, and never, never failing to remind that we are alive. These little reminders help erase the insignificance of life's little annoyances. Don't sweat the small stuff.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Very Low|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Low|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||Very High|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||Moderate|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Moderate|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Moderate|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Moderate|
|Level 7 (Violent)||High|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||High|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Low|
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Yes, this is what I had for lunch today, and it took me all of three minutes and fourteen seconds to eat it. It's filled with picadillo, something that was the consensus of several people to be a filling most easily swallowed in a hurry. Eating this gastronomic assault of a dish is an annual tradition of the eating-healthily-challenged people with which I work.
I can still taste it in my burps. Mmmm...
I am fighting a massive food coma to maintain a level of consciousness that will permit me to maintain a form of communication that at least is recognized by primates.
The guy that won ate his in one minute and twenty-five seconds. I obviously wasn't that hungry...
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
I hope I don't fuck it up...