I was wandering around out there in the blogs (heaven forbid I do work at work) and came across Joopy’s site, from which I snagged the idea of including the current song playing in the posts. Up here at work, I have a huge mp3 playlist, so the music themes change constantly. Thanks, Joopy!
Ugh. I’ve not had near enough caffeine to cope with BurfDog just yet. Perhaps I’ll go outside for a long, loooong walk. Perhaps I’ll offer to take BurfDog with me. “I don’t know what happened - I looked away for a second and he was GONE!”
My schemes are usually a little more machiavellian, but as I said, I haven’t had much caffeine this morning. Perhaps my evil-ness (evility?) will return by the afternoon.
I’m addicted to stress, that’s the way that I get things done
If I’m not under pressure then I sleep too long and I hang around like a bum
I think I’m goin’ nowhere and that makes me nervous
Everybody’s out to get me but I feel alright…
Okay, I’m down in the QA lab, starting up Win2K, when I see the message “Updating security pocky.” Whah? Oh…. “policy.” Apparently my brain is telling me I need chocolate. Always one to cater to my impulses, I went and dropped two bucks worth of quarters into the beloved M&M machine. Here’s today’s run-down for those of you playing at home:
Green - 4
Blue - 7
Orange - 10
Red - 12
Brown - 16
Yellow - 18
Whaddaya know - my M&Ms are only 17.9% cancerous today. WOO HOO!!
I am a total DVD slut. My parents helped me out with buying a player for my birthday, so I’ve been stocking up on the movies I love. And the movies I like. And the movies that are okay, but they’re just soooo cheap!
Two sites I’ve found invaluable in my quest of theatrical acquisition:
1) DVD Pricesearch - to put it in a plain, high school-type manner, this site ROCKS! Not only can you compare prices on individual DVDs, you can create a basket of DVDs and compare prices for multiple movies, as well as the option to split the basket up to get the best deal. Add into the equation that it takes shipping and tax costs into account, as well as a separate section of the site listing special deals and coupons for different sites, and this becomes my favoritest place in the world.
2) Netflix - twenty bucks for unlimited rentals - how awesome is that? Considering Blockbuster charges me around four bucks per rental, I’m ahead of the game each month after I’ve rented five. I rented nineteen last month, so I’m waaaaay ahead of the game.
Well, I think I have the computers under control. Now I have to actually start doing work again. Crap - just when things were going good.Today could be a good day, however - I received a notice from DVD Empire that The Princess Bride was shipped out on Saturday. WOO HOO!! Now this means I’ll be walking up two flights of stairs every few minutes today to see if there’s anything in my mailbox. Oh well, I need the exercise anyway.
Okay, so I don’t need to fall back asleep to feel like crap. I merely need to not have a parking place in the morning, have no caffeine in the fridge and two system crashes in the first five minutes. Let’s hear it for Monday.
Well, I figured out what I’ll be doing instead of hockey. I’ll be waking up way too damn early. I think my body got used to running on no sleep and has been totally freaking this weekend. Oh well, at least it’s only an hour to kill before my actual wake up time. Knowing me, I’ll get really sleepy in about thirty minutes, just so I can go back to sleep and feel like crap when the alarm goes off. After all, it’s Monday.
I finally watched Tetsuo: The Iron Man this weekend. Well, most of it anyway. I became a little too tired of trying to figure it out to pay attention. It does bring up an important question that every couple should ask themselves: “Honey, would you still love me if I had metal growing out of me and a giant drill for a penis?”
I also ran to go see Gladiator before it left the big screen. Yes, my butt is still asleep. I think Ridley Scott and Bryan Singer should have switched movies. Ridley gets the X-Men, Bryan gets Gladiator. Then we’d have the perfect amount of story for both.
Just spent the last half hour in the Realm of Redheads. And no, it’s not that kind of site. It’s one of those “communities for outcasts” kinds of sites. In this case, redheads. Yowza.
a/s/l!
Whatever. You know, I remember the good old days of morf. Now, as I sit here with my AIM going, I constantly get peppered with the infernal three letter code. Oh well.
I’m bored to death and going through one of my common bouts of insomnia, so I’ve been browsing through people’s AIM profiles. Well, I was going through the profiles. I decided that if I saw one more person “giving a shout out to” somebody, I was going to have to run screaming from the room. I think I’ll wander back to belvoed blogger for awhile and see who else is awake out there.
Oh yeah, I discovered today that I totally forgot to put in my target parameters now that I’m runnign the page in frames. D’OH! Something to do tomorrow, I suppose. Wait, that would be today.
Note to self: Wipe the memory on the Palm Pilot tomorrow. (And I even remember who’s blog I found that link on! I must be recovering already!
It’s Over!!!!! I get to sleep in tomorrow morning!!! You know, as fun as the hockey clinic was, and as much as I learned throughout the week, I’m quite relieved to be done with it. I don’t know what I’m going to wind up doing with all of this spare time now.
The X-Men was (were?) a good movie. It was a little short, though. This is one of those that could have easily been a three hour movie. They just didn’t get into the characters very much. The movie’s centered around Wolverine, Rogue & Magneto, and everyone else is just sorta there in the wings. The left a HUGE gaping hole at the end of the movie, so expect X-Men II soon. Maybe then we’ll get to see the characters developed a little more.
I won’t give anything away, but I do want to relate one funny thought during the movie. The bad guy had abducted a person (see, I told you I wouldn’t spoil it) and we get this close-up shot of him looking around their layer. It’s apparently pretty cold in there, since we see his breath as he looks around at Mystique, Sabretooth, Toad and Magneto. My first thought? “I’m ready to tell you my secret now. I see mutants”.
Oh, and who’s superpower is it to keep a propane tank that’s on fire from exploding for like, five minutes?
One thing that stuck in my mind that won’t spoil things for you was the trailer period before the movie. There were two commercials (actual commercials, rather than those slide shows) of dotcoms. Bizarre. Jason Alexander for the Will Rogers Institute, a new Tom Hanks movie, which I think was called Castaway. Whoever did the trailer should be shot - they did a pretty lousy job of it. Anyway, from what I could tell, it looked like a little darker version of Joe vs. the Volcano, minus the floating luggage, Meg Ryan, the symbolism and the humor (although I believe a brain cloud to be a real disease, for I’m fairly certain I have one). Now comes the griping…
1) Someone needs to stop Hollywood. NOW! Point of No Return was kinda of okay, it had Bridget Fonda jutting that cute little jaw, not to mention Gabriel Byrne. It was no La Femme Nikita, but it was better than a lot of re-makes. Case in point - City of Angels. This Hollywoodization of Wings of Desire was just sickening. And this comes from someone who loves Meg Ryan, really likes Nicholas Cage and is always up for a Chick Flick. The only redeeming things in it were those two actors and the fact that it was shot here at the SF Public Library, one of my faves. Other than that, the only descriptive word applicable was “Ack.”
The one thing that made me all warm and tingly inside about that movie was the knowledge that Hollywood couldn’t stoop any lower. I was wrong. Enter Bedazzled. Now while I admit that Elizabeth Hurley is much more pleasing to the eye than Peter Cook, Poor Peter is spinning in his grave as we speak. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Dudley Moore weren’t digging himself a grave just so he could leap in and start spinning himself. For all that’s good and holy, please do NOT see this film when it’s released! Go rent the original instead. Your soul will thank you for it.
Maybe what they need to do is show both versions in the theater at the same time. That way, people are required to see the original and discover just how dumbed down the new release is. Death Takes a Holiday before Meet Joe Black, The Shop Around the Corner before You’ve Got Mail. Then again, if you went to watch a movie based upon one of the Bard’s plays, you could be in the theater for weeks.
2) Someone really needs to keep Eddie Murphy away from the latex. Put down the big foam ass and slowly walk away, Mr. Murphy. I mean, come on. I’ve seen fat people in real life. I know there are fat people who want to be actors. Hire a few of them for the movie! Instead, he has to be, like, ten thousand different characters. “Look at me, I’m a young fat man! Look at me, I’m an old fat man! Look at me, I’m an old woman!” Who does he think he is, Bugs Bunny? Then again, seeing him kissing himself on screen says a lot about his self-image, I do believe. My thinking - if the man has a foam rubber and latex fetish, that’s all well and good. Just don’t flaunt it in front of everybody to make bajillions of dollars.
It probably will make bajillions too, as will Bedazzled. Hence, my anguish.
Okay, enough ranting for one night. I’m going to toddle off to bed and dream of hockey pucks.
Just got back from the X-Men flick - fun movie. More later once I get home. traffic appeared positively horrid, so who knows when that will be. Ciao for now.
Dig me - I’m a Power Blogger. No more for now however, ’cause it’s time for the field trip! WOO HOO!! No more work for the day!!
Creepy - there must be migraines in the air. After leaping from blog to blog to blog to blog I discovered that Jay had one yesterday. I wonder who’ll have one tomorrow? It could be you!
You know what? “a herf” isn’t a valid HTML tag. Who knew?
Only 13 or so more hours until… SLEEP! I think I’m more excited about that than our upcoming (in 23 minutes) Kubala’s/X-Men field trip.
We officially have X-Men tickets. Now it’s just an hour long wait until we get out of this place. WOO HOO!!!
Okay, so the owner of the Annoying Little Blurfing Dog (you know, that’s the second time in a row that I’ve initially spelled “annoying” “anooying”. My, how anooying.) comes walking past the desk carrying the ALBD. One of our MIS people sees them and says “What, it’s little legs don’t work?”
We then discover that the poor widdle ALBD just woke up. Hence, it needs to be carried. The MIS woman said something, the end of which was “put it down”. I immediately thought “Put it down? I’ll drive you to the vet!”
Don’t blame me, blame my migraine. Or maybe this Pennywise craving I have right now, migraine or no.
D’OH! I found out who that strange guy who introduced himself to me was (back on 7/12). Turns out he’s my boss’s boss. Wonderful. My boss’s boss thinks I’m an idiot.
This just came in from one of my buddies down in tech support:
There will be a total eclipse of the Moon on Sunday, July 16, visible in the western United States and western Canada. The umbral phase begins at 4:57 a.m., PDT.
Total Eclipse of the Moon? Wait a minute. Wasn’t that a song that Bonnie Tyler teamed up with Pink Floyd to do?
Oh, and I noticed my current details on the left (music & reading) look wonky in Internet Exploder. Now is the part where you ask me if I care right now.
Well DUH. Ever thought of trying frames to fix the link color problem, doofus? You know, when I miss the obvious it really makes me wonder about my brain. I’ll blame it on lack of sleep. I’m sure there’s a cleaner, non-CSS, non-frames solution to my problem, but my brain hasn’t quite revved up enough for that sort of thinking yet.
Okay, today is NOT the day for Annoying Little Burfing Dog to be burfing. Maybe he’s not too small to flush after all.
I’m going crazy here. Aside from ALBD, I’m having no luck with my link color problem. The only solution I’ve found out here is using CSS and I’m just not in a mood to deal with that sort of thing this morning. Especially since I just know that I once knew a simple HTML solution for the problem. I guess I’ll just mess with it over the weekend after I’ve had about forty hours of sleep.
Bossman Dan likes the Ella CD - came over to ask what it was and compliment it. Unspoken implication - “This is a lot better than the crap you usually play.
The brain is feeling a little more intact, but I think I’m going to pop in some Ella & Louie just to make sure.
Okay, in “Patootie Pie” (whose title sounds a little iffy to start with), Ella appears to sing
“I crave and cram
your special jam…”
Well. Here’s hoping that I’m just not paying attention.
Well, woke up with a tremendous migraine this morning (possibly due to the center ice collision I had last night with a really big defenseman), so I’m in total recovery mode - Un-Aspirin, Coke, and Ella Fitzgerald. In the CD player, that is. My typical migraine cure. It would help to not be at work today, but today’s the day we get taken to see the X-Men. That little factoid almost didn’t get me out of bed (yes, it’s just that bad), but then I remembered I had convinced everybody to go to Kubala’s beforehand for Burgers from Heaven. Burgers make Astro a happy boy. B is for Burger, that’s good enough for me.
So since I’m slugging down a Coke, I needed to eat a little something so it wouldn’t eat right through my stomach. Mmmmmmm… M&Ms. This is when I discover that I don’t have any change in my pocket. I go out to the car and discover that I apparently only have three quarters to my name. Great.
I get 75 cents worth of happiness and realize it looks awfully brown in the cup. I go back to my desk, dump them out and start counting (don’t ask). I have 14 brown M&Ms, 5 red, 5 yellow, 2 orange, one blue and one green. For those of you keeping track, that’s 50% brown! Looks like it’s going to be a brown day.
Oh, something funny when I drove in this morning - I was behind a Yellow Cab and noticed that they had an URL for the company on the back. As my eyes wandered around the its trunk, the taxi’s number slowly started seeping into my head. 404. If you think that’s funny too, maybe you should walk away from the computer for awhile, get some fresh air.
Oh, and I also realized tonight that I totally screwed up my link colors. White links on white background = D’OH! I want to keep the white on the sides, but am too tired to remember and/or look up how to do it. Hey - there’s something you can email me about! A real ice-breaker!
Goodnight, Irene.
Okay, Netscape’s getting on my bad side tonight. I wrote up this nice long diatribe on how happy I was to finally be in the directory, how tired I am, how hockey went, etc. I open up a window to get a link to a Jean Reno website for you to look at (just so you have something to do until I wake up in the morning) and KABLAMMO! Illegal operation. Bite me, Netscape.
So, this is all the rant you get until tomorrow - I’m going to go collapse now and dream of bloggy places..
The Captain has returned. You know, it’s interesting that the Rangers chose to include the theme song to Welcome Back Kotter in the Messier video retrospective. As soon as I heard the words, I was laughing hard enough to make my co-workers gather around to see what hi-jinks I was up to this time.
“Welcome back, your dreams were your ticket out.
Welcome back, to that same old place that you laughed about.
Well, the names have all changed since you hung around,
But those dreams have remained and they’re turned around.
Who’d have thought they’d lead ya here where we need ya?
Yeah, we tease him a lot ’cause we’ve got him on the spot,
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back, welcome back”
For those of you who know the story, we have a song rife with meaning here. Hilarious!
Well, it’s time to say goodbye to both my productivity and my hard drive space. Yes, I’ve stumbled onto a page chock-full of Sesame Street wavs. Ordinarily this would be mildly amusing, but considering the fact that I’ve given myself the power to alter a co-worker’s system sounds at will, this page becomes an invaluable resource. BWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!
So I go back to our QA lab and there was some freaky techie guy in there already hogging a bunch of the computers. Lucky for me, I started my testing last night. Take THAT techboy!
He was quite jumpy while I was in there - almost came out of his skin when I leaned back in my chair and it creaked. You should have seen him after I got through racing my chair around the lab making “VROOM VROOM!” noises. Well, in my head anyway. They don’t know me well enough on this floor yet to realize I’m really like that.
Pennywise (”Astro Zombies”) followed by Everything But the Girl (”Before Today”) followed by No Doubt (”Ex-Girlfriend”) followed by Peggy Lee (”Fever”) followed by the Cookie Monster’s (”Lost Me Cookie at the Disco”"). I heart MP3s.
Oh God. I just got to the end of my pasta and there was a piece of what appears to be carrot at the bottom. I don’t have anything against carrots per se (except for those little ones - they bug me), but the last time I checked, tomato sauce doesn’t have carrots in it. So now I’m wondering
a) What the hell this orange thing is
b) How many of these things I’ve eaten, since they kind of blend in with the natural red of the sauce.
I guess now I get to go home sick.
I think the drink people don’t like me. Five cans of Coke in the fridge and nine thousand and twelve cans of Diet Coke. I might have to borrow BurfDog and do some butt whuppin’.
It’s a race to see which I’m going to turn into - a big can of Coke or a big tupperware of pasta. I’m thinking the Coke, ’cause I tend to keep a pretty consistent level in my bloodstream. I suppose I should cut back one of these days, but I don’t feel up to going through those caffeine DTs right now.
Kind of like foreign movies. I don’t mind subtitled movies, but I have to be in the mood for them. Therefore, I haven’t seen many of the recent foreign “Ohmigod you HAVE to see it!” movies. I finally broke down and watched Run Lola Run mainly to watch, well, Lola running. It was said by one critic to be “Sliding Doors on steroids.” A friend of mine and I agree that it’s more like Sliding Doors on acid.
So since I’m still not quite in a subtitle mood and I’m watching the DVD, I decide to go for the english dub. Quite interesting, ’cause I left the subtitles on also. It was like watching two different movies. As expected, the subtitles were much better. 1) The dubbing just used any words that happened to sort of match the actor’s mouths. 2) Franka’s dubber was really whiny. They should’ve gotten her to do her own dubbing (that sultry voice in the music. You know - “I wish I was a hunter”). I guess I’m going to have to get back into the subtitle mood one of these days.
Have I mentioned that I really don’t want to be here today? Check that. I really don’t want to be here today.
At least it’s pasta time.
One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Coming up to bring you the Banana Splits show
Ummm… errr…. (looking around bashfully) Hey blogger gang. I was looking at the “most recently created blogs” list and noticed it only went up to July 9th. Mine started July 11th. Heh. Heh heh. Heh. So I guess this means I didn’t get messed up on my URL pointing after all! I’ll just sit here quietly and patiently now.
Well, not quietly. I just won’t whine anymore.
Well, not about the directory thing.
My Yahoo! horoscope for the day:
Gemini
It is very important to take care of your health, as well as issues that relate to your job. You could act as the producer for projects that will have great meaning to coworkers and people everywhere. Your inner fears and worries need to give way to a higher motivation. Your desire to help people help themselves will attract the right support system on a cosmic level. Keep your eye on your goals.
What this means is: C’mon Blogger crew! I wanna be in the directory! I need to work on my cosmic support system!
I’m really starting to wonder about the “fairer sex”. My new desk is directly outside of the women’s bathroom on my new floor. My original thought was “Hey - now I get to see all of the women who work on this floor!” Now my thought is “What in the HELL are they doing in there?” Every now and then, some pretty bizarre noises can be heard resonating through that door. What was that? Some kind of power tool? Sure, the obvious thought comes to mind, but let’s face it - I’m a good ten feet away from the bathroom and the door is shut. That would have to be a magic wand run on car batteries or something. I’m ready for a new desk…
Whaddaya know - tomorrow the X-Men movie opens at a theater near me.
Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to mention this here. Actually I thought of it last night, but I had shut off the computer and was angrily trying to get my contacts off of my eyes. I have really dry eyes anyway, and when you add in the fact that I’m not quite all there, things degrade in a hurry. I had almost convinced myself to just stay awake so I wouldn’t have to take them out.
Anyway, what I had forgotted was my trip to the nearby Taco Bell for a dose of PHTs (Post-Hockey Tacos). While I was waiting in the drive-thru (all of the smart, fast people work graveyards at Taco Bell), I see this furry object with a long skinny tail bolt in between my car and the truck ahead of me, straight for the Taco Bell window (”It’s comin’ right for us!”). It cuts off just before the window and starts wandering beside the building. I crane my head out of the window for a better look, thinking “My GOD what a huge rat!” I focus in with my bionic vision and see… an opossum? Inconceivable! (”You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”) Who would’ve though an opossum would be wandering around in downtown Berkeley? Maybe that’s the new Taco Bell mascot. Anything would be a nice change from that idiot chihuahua.
Ow ow ow ow owwwwwww…
Well, one more night of the hockey clinic down - we’re now past the halfway point. It’s a good thing too, ’cause this ancient body of mine has just about had it with me. Up too late, waking up too early, then pushpushpush. Whew. And yet, here I sit in front of my computer trying to decide if I’ve double-typed letters or if my vision’s giving up on me. Any rational, sane person would probably be in bed snoring away at this point. Hell, any rational sane person would probably be doing lots of things I wouldn’t do. There’s one thing that’s keeping me going and I already have it set up for Saturday. If you’ve already looked through the rest of my site, you know what it is. Hot Tuuuuuub Oh yeah.
Tonight’s little glories: I’m getting better at that infernal hockey stop, my forward cross-overs aren’t too bad, and my slapshot has improved 100%. The first six shots went wide, we practiced our technique, then the next seven were directly on goal, Nice.
I have this feeling that I’m gonna have to spellcheck this later on tomorrow.
Oh, and here’s a cool link that I found on someone else’s blog (already forgot who’s - sorry, whoever you are) that I’ll put here so I can look at it at work tomorrow:
Eye Candy from the Underground. It’s wondalicious.
Oh, and still no email.
You know, I’ve become addicted to email as of late, but no one I know has been emailing me. Every account I check has no mail, yet I keep clicking over and over. Maybe there’s some mail in there… NOW! Sigh.
I would make one of those pitiful pleas for the people reading this to email me, but I’d imagine no one has seen this, since I’m not on the blogger page yet. A slight mistake with the URL description in the setup. It’s fixed now, Blogger guys! You can put me on the list so people can email me! Please?
Now how was that for pitiful?
That didn’t take too much effort to finish up, once I got the table thing worked out (read: gave up and took the easy way out). It makes me feel like I’ve forgotten something.
Annoying Burfing Little Dog has now become simply Little Psycho Dog. I don’t know exactly what it’s doing back there, and I’m rather afraid to look. All I know is, it’s making a hell of a lot of noise.
Okay enough posting for now - I’m going to tweak the design a little. You know, I’ve always liked the word “tweak.” The strange thing is, I’ve only just now realized it.
Okay, get this. I’m sitting at my desk and a person I’ve seen before comes over and says “Hi Astro, we’ve never officially met.” He shakes my hand and inquires about my thoughts on the new position I’m in. Not once does he mention what his name is. Oooooookay…
Okay, now the Annoying Little Dog has become the Annoying Burfing Little Dog. No, not “Barfing” - “Burfing”. It doesn’t have a real bark, but can’t really be classified as a yap. So, it just wanders around in circles around its owner’s desk going “BURF! BURF! BURF!”
If only it was a little smaller. The dog’s current size isn’t very flushable.
Between the two and a half liters of post-hockey water I drank last night and the two Cokes I’ve had this morning, I’ve become a veritable human fountain. Perhaps if I had a Moon Suit I wouldn’t have to walk so much.
How was your ride in? How was your ride home?
You know, it can be pretty annoying to be around bicycle commuters sometimes. I do love the word “bonk”, though. Especially since it’s so close to “boink”.
“Do bears bareth? do bees beeth?” - the immortal David Addison.
Interesting note here - Bruce Willis’ first name is Walter. Go figure.
Quote of the day:
“Does it have a reset button?”
“What’s a reset button?”
“You don’t know what a reset button is?”
“Hey man, I’m not a hardware kinda guy.”
The Doppler Effect is truly a real thing. As the caffeine is leaving my body and the world slows down, everything is developing a tinge of red. I’d better hike to one of the other floors and see if I can find another fix to move back toward the blue end of the spectrum.
Annoying little dogs should be outlawed. What makes it worse is, this particular annoying little dog is cute in a sort of feisty way. that means all kinds of people are constantly going up to it and making baby noises and telling it what a “cutie-woogums” it is. Kinda disconcerting to see a fat, hairy programmer with Cheeto spooge on his shirt talking that way.
I don’t believe in trouble
I don’t believe in pain
I don’t believe there’s nothing left
But running here again
I don’t believe in promise
I don’t believe in chance
I don’t believe you can resist
The things that make no sense
I just realized - since I’m feeling like death I should have stayed home - after all, even Death Takes a Holiday.
Uggggggghhhhh. Let’s hear it for the beloved Coca Cola Company! If I weren’t feeling like Death Warmed Over, I’d be singing their praises quite loudly. As it is, I’m trying to pump myself full of their lovely read product, M&Ms and the Run Lola Run soundtrack.
Down the street from where I work (in the opposite direction from Harriet’s, Harri-et. Crap, here we go again), there is a velcro outlet. No lie - a store devoted to velcro. As I was wandering zombie-like past it this morning, I happened to notice their sign for the first time. “Velcro cutting and punching” it says. “Velcro punching”? Is that like cow punching? Or perhaps they hire Italian guys who beat up on big hanging slabs of velcro in the freezer.
I’d hate to be the new guy there. I imagine the guys with seniority get to punch the soft side of the velcro. It doesn’t seem quite fair. I mean, they’ve been punching the scratchy side of the velcro for this long, why can’t they do it for awhile more? Stop picking on us new guys!
Man, our drink guy had better get here soon.
What a night of skating! I’ve almost learned how to do a hockey stop now (muy importante), and at the very least I’m rockin’ on my snowplows. I only smashed into one and a half people on the ice and only had one near miss with the coach.
I’ve discovered one thing about my skating and puckhandling skills - I’m really good at keeping my head up. This is good in theory, but considering I don’t have the skills to avoid collisions, all it means is I get to see what’s getting ready to happen and have lots of time to dread the impact. Maybe I’ll start working on looking down until I’m more skilled. That way I won’t know what’s getting ready to happen to me.
Well, almost finished with my heaping helping of pasta, so it’s off to the showers, then to bed. Just think - if I went to bed right now, I could almost get four and a half hours of sleep. Ugh. Let’s hear it for mid-afternoon naps!
Ohhhhhhhh
The good ol’ hockey game
It’s the best game you can name
And the best game you can name
Is the good ol’ hockey game.
Blog is evil! Or at least blogs on people’s sites who have photos. I’m going to have to get all of my links going on this page so that future visitors will wander away into photo hell…
Elbow room…elbow room… got ta got ta get us some elbow room…
You know, there’s an indescript clothing store near the office named “Harriet’s”. It’s one of those scary stores that offers both men’s and women’s clothes, but don’t tell you which is which. I just know I’ll go in there and wind up picking up an adorable little blouse or something. Maybe lace and frills will become manly one of these days.
Anyway, when I see their sign, my mind automatically kicks into…
“Harriet!
Harri-et
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis…”
Kermit’s singing in my ear now, and he’s overriding Mike Myers. After all, someday we’ll find it - the Rainbow Connection.
I think I’m going to be dangerous to the blogger servers. My mind is just too twirly. I’m not sure if that’s what I’m thinking exactly, but it sounds funny.
Anyway, I forgot the other cool thing about the hockey clinic - free jersey! The funny thing is, it’s a black jersey. When you factor in my black pants, skates and gloves, I’m like this little dark spot on the ice that keeps picking itself back up. I’ve become the Johnny Cash of Hockey. Hopefully I’ll eventually skate better than Johnny.
But I checked that man in Reno… just to watch him die…
The more I think about it, I feel surprisingly good. After all, I started up in an ice hockey clinic last night (2 hours per night for 5 days straight) and my body wasn’t very appreciative of me by the time I finally got to bed. It’s a pretty cool clinic though - they teach “powerskating” to us. If they just had a “powerstopping” coach, I’d be set. Maybe if I start knocking down the coaches they’ll teach me to stop…
Things aren’t completely horrible I suppose. After all, I have a big steaming tupperware box of pasta in front of me. Mmmmmm…. pasta. I can feel the carbos coursing through my body. Almost gives me enough energy to work on more of the web site. Or do the work I’m paid for here at my job. Something like that.
Okay, I’m going to have to kill our drink vendor here at work. I walk up to the refrigerator, visions of Coca Cola cans dancing in my head, to discover… 5 Cokes? What the hell is all of this juice doing in here? And all of these Diet Cokes? Diet Cokes?
Another something wrong. There’s this guy who walks by every morning to change the conference room schedule posted (appropriately enough) on the conference room behind me. For some bizarre reason he smells like… baby powder? It’s definitely some cloying, perfumy smell that shouldn’t be on a guy.
Surprisingly enough, he’s not the guy who wears capris pants.
I’ve gotta get out of here.
One last thing before the re-design. You know, there’s something just wrong about a guy wearing capris pants. I feel like I should tell him, but then he might scorn me for my flannel shirt and ballcap…
Errr… That would be “baseball cap” rather than some new, strange sort of piercing. To be more specific, you could say “hockey cap”.
Well, it works and is completely cool. Next step is doing something with the design. WOO HOO!!
Thank God. It finally publishes. At least I think it does. Let’s try it again.
Well, here goes nothing. Actually, I suppose it should be here goes something, ’cause going nothing would just be a lot of whitespace and that’s not very interesting now, is it?
I’m starting filming on my new movie today - Run-on Sentence Lola Run-on Sentence.
