Getting better

New toys r kewl!

Nerd alert!

A passing...

There it was. Didja hear it? It was the sound of my life ending another phase and entering into a completely different, new phase. As always, I feel a bit melancholy when waxing about things ending and transitioning into something else. Things will definitely be different. I've already lost count of how many times I've heard that from friends and family, associates. At the same time I'm feeling a roller coaster of other emotions. Glee. Overwhelmingly awashed thoughts of "oh shit!" Fear of the unknown. Adventurous wonderings of the unknown. Contemplative musings on how I will manage, how we'll manage. And others that I can't seem to describe with recycled electrons here.

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...

Yum!

Yum!
Originally uploaded by zentropy.

#end

04-19-05_1710.jpg

Eagerly awaiting for fiesta to start. The anticipation for beer, food, and fun is killing me!

04-15-05_1806.jpg

A most welcome thing after a week like today.

Yawn... or is it "Another five minutes...

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.

Out of bounds

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 shenanigans, again!

Ah... It's full on friday.

Testing flickr

Testing flickr
Yeah, testing flickr. Blogger didn't digest the messages too well sent directly from my phone, so let's try this for awhile. This is my mood. It's Friday again, Friday afternoon actually. I'm cravin' a marg bigtime!

Hmmm, no surprise here.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
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

Ahh, the excesses of living in a 4th/5th world country

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...

Guess what i'm doing right now...

New place. Great margs. Huge deck under the trees. Could it be a new place to hang out?

This can't be right...

This test must be flawed, obviously. (props to Kim, tho', who is the coolest, no matter what anyone says)

Lucky...

Today, I am finding myself feeling quite lucky. I have been thinking back through my life about the things that have transpired, and the way they have, and I feel, well, extremely humbled. It's rather strange, watching the mental "this is your life" slide show in my head. As the events click by, I am feeling one of those I-don't-quite-know-what-to-think-about-this existential moments. It makes me think about the friends I have and the family I have. The wife I have. I am so fortunate.

I hope I don't fuck it up...

Mmmm.....

Happiness is... 

Well, WTF?

Well, I tried to email a picture to my blog, as I've done before, but apparently, the email went into some electron blackhole. WTF? Wife unit wants me to take a picture of her allergy snot. Ok, wife unit would rather me refer to her as Nis. OK. Would you like to see a picture of snot? Not...