1. I am forcing myself to make this blog post for 2 reasons. One, I haven't made a meaningful blog post in, like, forever. Not that it matters, really. It's not like I've got a quota to fill. Any meaningful event filters through GP in one fashion or another to you guys. But still. And two, I am procrastinating at work big time. I mean big time. If I could find a plausible reason, I'd go home. Seriously, I have nothing to do and I don't really want to be here anyways.
2. The girlfriend and I are taking a trip this weekend. We're going to visit her folks in St. Louis, where we have tickets to see the Young Frankenstein musical (we're apparently theatre-going folk, having just seen Avenue Q, which was freaking hilarious). It is our first overnight trip together. We've been dating 11 months. When it comes to relationship progression, I am slower than molasses on the moon. I blame not having a relationship until I was 30.
3. I've been thinking off and on about getting another cat. My girlfriend and my mother have been nudging me in that direction, but what do they know. How would that work? My cat is the cutest cat that has ever or will ever be, how could I add a second one? My love cannot be split.
4. My girlfriend took care of someones puppy this weekend (a common occurrence since she's a vet, pretty much everyone she knows has multiple pets). I am not a dog person, I really don't like them, but this puppy was pretty darn cute and a good amount of fun. But I'm thinking puppies are like children. Better rented than owned.
5. This weekend the girlfriend and I watched some movies streamed from Netflix over the Wii. Overall I'd call it a success. Occasionally there were pauses as the download had run out, and the screen resolution was pretty crappy on my 46" TV, but other than that it went well.
6. Today actually started out pretty damn well. I fixed a problem with my computer myself, which is a major victory. One of my drives wasn't getting recognized. I went in myself and found a cable that got knocked loose when the computer repair guy was installing my new graphics card. I thought I was going to have to take my computer into the shop, but now it's all good. Then I got an awesome parking spot. Sadly the good vibes didn't extend into the work day, but hey, the day started well.
7. I made a deal with myself. I am not allowed to buy a PS3 until I finish all the games in my backlog. Which is not to say that I will buy a PS3 when they are finished, but simply I am not allowed to until said condition is met. I've got to finish Okami on the Wii, finish Portal, finish Fallout 3 and it's associated DLC and then play Syberia and Dreamfall: The Longest Journey 2. Not included in these conditions are Dragon Age expansion cause I'm not sure I'm going to buy it, and the game of Fallout 2 that I got halfway through but got stuck. I love Fallout, but I'm not sure I'll ever finish that game, I don't think all the mechanics got properly transferred to the GOG version I got. That or I just suck. Probably the latter. Why a PS3 instead of an Xbox360 you ask? Well, in actuality I imagine I'll get all of them eventually, but I've got my eye on the PS3 for a couple games. One being Heavy Rain, exclusive to that platform. I wants it. Plus there's Bayonetta.
8. I've also got my eye on recently publicized Red Dead Redemption. A cowboy game? Yes plz, that genre is poorly explored. It's made by Rockstar which has me nervous, but we'll see. Plus in multiplayer you don't join a group, you join a "posse". Awesome, yeah? Of course you'd have to play multiplayer, which I sincerely doubt I'd ever do, but still, cowboy game. Which leads me to believe there should be a cowboy MMO out there. Seriously guys, think about that. A persistent western world. I would open a saloon or a whorehouse. Or maybe I'd be a roving gambler. Or a pistol-carrying preacher. The idea is rife with possibilities.
9. I may be the only honest man left in the world. My tax preparer fucked up my state taxes. Long story short, the state of Indiana gave me $2000 more dollars than they should have. In fact, they gave me a larger refund than I paid in taxes. And no one would believe me that something was wrong. The tax preparer couldn't figure out what he did wrong (the fucking moron, not using that guy again), and it took me a while on the phone with the Indiana Department of Revenue before they even figured out there was a problem, let along fixing it. I had to go through hell and high water to give back this money. Eventually it all got straightened out (the state said they wouldn't charge me a late fee amounting to $200 cause I was so honest, yo'reu damn right you won't, I ain't paying for other peoples mistakes). Seriously, the universe was shoving this money down my throat. But I wouldn't have it. Why? Simple reason, paranoia. If I had kept the money, every day I woke up I would've wondered if this was the day that the IDR goons knocked down my door and took me away in handcuffs. Plus I'm certain with that on the record I could never get elected to public office. I mean, I can't anyways due to other activities I'm sure (remember guys, I die, you are wiping my hard drive), but why make the pile any deeper. So how much is your peace of mind worth? Apparently mine is $2000.
10. I am going to cook tonight! That's right, not another hummus and bean dip dinner for tonight, there we be actual culinary processes at work in my kitchen. It's a big day.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, August 28, 2009
Detritus, page 6
1. I really don't have much to say, but it's been over a month since my past blog post, which was short anyways. Felt I should say something.
2. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-Hayek agenda is disturbing and wrong.
3. My girlfriends parents are coming in this weekend. As such, I'll get most of the weekend to myself, but I will be "meeting the parents". I am nervous as all hell. My girlfriend says there is no reason to be. But she is dating me, so clearly her judgment is impaired.
4. My health insurance is fucked up. Again. Of course, it gets fucked up right when I get sick and need to have insurance. It is slowly getting fixed, but too slowly. It has also forced me to go off my medication. Going off my anti-depressants makes me pissed off and grumpy, but that's not all that bad. However, going off my blood sugar medication makes me pissed off and very, very scared.
5. Taco, when do I get to read your new story? Also, I've sent a bunch of you fuckers links to new stories of mine over the past few months and I haven't heard a word. Are they that bad? They are, aren't they. I knew it. I need to finish my zombie story.
6. Let me preface this by saying that I am, under the best circumstances, a lazy fucker. That being said, this stupid mono has made me so utterly lethargic it's insane. My level of tiredness is noticeable over my usual laziness, which means it's pretty impressive. Today it is especially bad. I got into work at 12:45. I had to email the lab to tell them I'd be that late. I went to bed at 1 AM as per usual, woke up at 11:00, and all I wanted to do was fall back asleep. I laid in my bed for a half hour in this half-consciousness state, knowing that I could fall asleep at any second if I let myself. The real kicker? My sleep is no more restful than before. I still feel like I get 3 hours of sleep a night, even though I'm sleeping 11.
7. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-Goonies agenda is disturbing and wrong.
8. I won't go into any detail here, but I just want to say that I wish I could enjoy sex like a normal human being. I have never felt more like a flawed and broken human than I have as of late.
9. "I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai." - Orson Welles
10. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-sex-with-fett agenda is disturbing and wrong.
2. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-Hayek agenda is disturbing and wrong.
3. My girlfriends parents are coming in this weekend. As such, I'll get most of the weekend to myself, but I will be "meeting the parents". I am nervous as all hell. My girlfriend says there is no reason to be. But she is dating me, so clearly her judgment is impaired.
4. My health insurance is fucked up. Again. Of course, it gets fucked up right when I get sick and need to have insurance. It is slowly getting fixed, but too slowly. It has also forced me to go off my medication. Going off my anti-depressants makes me pissed off and grumpy, but that's not all that bad. However, going off my blood sugar medication makes me pissed off and very, very scared.
5. Taco, when do I get to read your new story? Also, I've sent a bunch of you fuckers links to new stories of mine over the past few months and I haven't heard a word. Are they that bad? They are, aren't they. I knew it. I need to finish my zombie story.
6. Let me preface this by saying that I am, under the best circumstances, a lazy fucker. That being said, this stupid mono has made me so utterly lethargic it's insane. My level of tiredness is noticeable over my usual laziness, which means it's pretty impressive. Today it is especially bad. I got into work at 12:45. I had to email the lab to tell them I'd be that late. I went to bed at 1 AM as per usual, woke up at 11:00, and all I wanted to do was fall back asleep. I laid in my bed for a half hour in this half-consciousness state, knowing that I could fall asleep at any second if I let myself. The real kicker? My sleep is no more restful than before. I still feel like I get 3 hours of sleep a night, even though I'm sleeping 11.
7. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-Goonies agenda is disturbing and wrong.
8. I won't go into any detail here, but I just want to say that I wish I could enjoy sex like a normal human being. I have never felt more like a flawed and broken human than I have as of late.
9. "I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai." - Orson Welles
10. Taco, what the fuck man? Seriously, your anti-sex-with-fett agenda is disturbing and wrong.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Detritus, page 5
1. It occurred to me last night that there are probably entire generations of children out there that don't know the taste of a hamburger grilled over charcoal. That made me sad.
2. I'm rooting for Castle. And not because of the female lead that appeals to me in ways I can't even count. Ok, not JUST because of the female lead that appeals to me in ways I can't even count.
3. It turns out Christopher Walken's twitter isn't actually done by Christopher Walken but a group of...literaries may be the correct term? This lessens the awesomeness of it a little. But only a little. I like to imagine somewhere Christopher Walken is reading it and laughing. It helps if you read in the entries with Christopher Walken's voice in your head.
4. I'm playing Dwarf Fortress again. Not Gravelscarred though, I think that fortress has run its course. Which is sad, I have a fond affection for Momuz, Lor the Butcher and Kogan the Weapon. I started a new fortress but abadoned it after a short while. I was trying to get too cute with my stockpiles and work-flow, trying to think too much through it. That's not the way to play Dwarf Fortress. The way to play it is what I did on my next one, which is just let it rip. Start doing stuff without planning and make it all work. Then, once everything is working, build something incredibly stupid and pointless. In Gravelscarred with the Great Tower of Gravelscarred, made of smoothed microcline and clear glass. In my new fortress, Gemwild, it's fun with water. I'm pumping water up 20 stories or so into the mountain into a reservoir which with then split into three paths. One will be a canal district, a stream of water spiraling around a huge carved cavern into a pool at the bottom, and lining the canal will be shops (it's a tourist trap!). The second will be a giant five story sculpted fountain. The third is a series of a couple small waterfalls, the highest is a nice nook for your lovers to hang out. All three paths will join up to form a giant 7 story waterfall. There is absolutely no reason to do this. Which is why it's fun.
5. ........hhhhhhhhhhnn
6. I feel bad that I didn't send my compilation CD to everyone, but not bad enough to do anything about it. There is an explanation, but it's not worth going into at the moment.
7. My mothers boyfriend made a gift to me a copy of Watchmen. I'm reading it before I see the movie. I'm trying to balance the hype with realistic expectations. To be perfectly honest, I'm just not that into comic books.
8. I need a girlfriend. I won't say more than that. I shouldn't have said that to begin with, but it wouldn't be a Detritus if I didn't complain about it. Consider my duty done.
9. I'm teaching a class tomorrow and Friday. First year graduate students. I'm not nervous at all. I simply don't care. I should probably be taking it more serious than I am, but oh well. This will be my life (hopefully), no point in getting worked up about it. I really don't even have to prepare anything. No slides. Just stand up in front of them and ask them questions about papers I've chosen. It's the laziest way to run a class ever, and probably the most effective.
10. I love Spaced. So very much.
2. I'm rooting for Castle. And not because of the female lead that appeals to me in ways I can't even count. Ok, not JUST because of the female lead that appeals to me in ways I can't even count.
3. It turns out Christopher Walken's twitter isn't actually done by Christopher Walken but a group of...literaries may be the correct term? This lessens the awesomeness of it a little. But only a little. I like to imagine somewhere Christopher Walken is reading it and laughing. It helps if you read in the entries with Christopher Walken's voice in your head.
4. I'm playing Dwarf Fortress again. Not Gravelscarred though, I think that fortress has run its course. Which is sad, I have a fond affection for Momuz, Lor the Butcher and Kogan the Weapon. I started a new fortress but abadoned it after a short while. I was trying to get too cute with my stockpiles and work-flow, trying to think too much through it. That's not the way to play Dwarf Fortress. The way to play it is what I did on my next one, which is just let it rip. Start doing stuff without planning and make it all work. Then, once everything is working, build something incredibly stupid and pointless. In Gravelscarred with the Great Tower of Gravelscarred, made of smoothed microcline and clear glass. In my new fortress, Gemwild, it's fun with water. I'm pumping water up 20 stories or so into the mountain into a reservoir which with then split into three paths. One will be a canal district, a stream of water spiraling around a huge carved cavern into a pool at the bottom, and lining the canal will be shops (it's a tourist trap!). The second will be a giant five story sculpted fountain. The third is a series of a couple small waterfalls, the highest is a nice nook for your lovers to hang out. All three paths will join up to form a giant 7 story waterfall. There is absolutely no reason to do this. Which is why it's fun.
5. ........hhhhhhhhhhnn
6. I feel bad that I didn't send my compilation CD to everyone, but not bad enough to do anything about it. There is an explanation, but it's not worth going into at the moment.
7. My mothers boyfriend made a gift to me a copy of Watchmen. I'm reading it before I see the movie. I'm trying to balance the hype with realistic expectations. To be perfectly honest, I'm just not that into comic books.
8. I need a girlfriend. I won't say more than that. I shouldn't have said that to begin with, but it wouldn't be a Detritus if I didn't complain about it. Consider my duty done.
9. I'm teaching a class tomorrow and Friday. First year graduate students. I'm not nervous at all. I simply don't care. I should probably be taking it more serious than I am, but oh well. This will be my life (hopefully), no point in getting worked up about it. I really don't even have to prepare anything. No slides. Just stand up in front of them and ask them questions about papers I've chosen. It's the laziest way to run a class ever, and probably the most effective.
10. I love Spaced. So very much.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Detritus, page 4
1. So talking to my mother last night I was informed that my grandmother died. My paternal grandmother. Aka, my father's mother. As such, I haven't spoken with her in about...oh....15 years. Not that I had anything against her. In fact, I probably got along with her better than any of my other grandparents. But when things soured with my father I understandably lost contact with that side of the family. My father was wheelchair-ridden due to diabetes and for the past 10 years has been living with his mother with assisted-living people assisting their living. Or so I'm told. Like I said, I don't contact that side of the family. But I am sad my grandmother passed on. According to my mother, she was 93. She was, as my father once put it, a tough old bird. And she really was. Her maiden named was Drake (how awesome a name is that?) and my mother always tells me she thinks I got my genes from that particular branch of the family tree. The Drakes were large people. Tall and wide, big bones, big frames, not fat per se, just big people. I'm built like that. Underneath the fat, there is a large frame and I'm obviously pretty dang tall. As my mother described it last night, we are built like trees. I like to think that makes a more direct connection between me and the one redeemable branch of my paternal family tree (the Drakes). Rest in peace, Grandma. Life handed you a speeding bullet of shit, you took it on the chin, and never complained one day. You were a lady made of steel. Time for your rest.
2. In other death related news, Paul Newman passed away. I already covered my feelings on this in other places.
3. I shared this with Taco, but I might as well share it with the rest of you. Don't worry Taco, you're still special, baby. Anyways, people have been doing the google analytics thang, so I decided to give it a shot. Since I just set it up I don't quite have the list of search hits that other people have, but I did have 4 hits through Google search engine that I thought were pretty funny taken as a whole. The first three were fairly intelligent. 1. Do not confuse the pointing finger with the moon. Ok, the zen warning I posted before. That's pretty smart. 2. Edward Scissorhands Ethics Conversation. Hey, that sounds like someone I'd like to chat with, right on. 3. Les Barker Occasional Table. Alright, another Les Barker fan! Spread the word of Englands greatest comedic point. What's the fourth hit you ask? Adultfungirls.com. That pretty much sums me up, I think. A veneer of intelligence over a core of smuttiness. How that search came to my site, I haven't a clue. But right on.
4. I have a crush on the cute girl in the stockroom. Shut up, Blue. I still have no hope. Nothing will happen. NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.
5. I took my cat to the vet last week. Nothing is wrong, just time for her 3rd round of booster shots. The vet opened the door to her cat carrier and she stepped out and started sniffing around, checking things out. The vet said, "my, you're a confident little girl, aren't you." And then I realized, hey, she really is. She didn't hide in her carrier. She was presented with a new situation and a new person and she immediately started exploring. I...I'm not sure how I feel about having a cat more emotionally balanced than I am. I would've been at the back of the carrier hiding. I also am pretty certain she is smarter than I am too. Maybe if I'm lucky she'll start bringing in a paycheck and I can retire.
6. I've pretty much stopped using my elliptical runner, which means I'm only working out three days a week. But you know what? This semester the Monday and Friday classes are taught by Crazy Devil Woman. Ms. Hey Let's Do Squats And Lunges The First 25 Minutes Of Class. My quads have stopped working.
7. Coyote, if you haven't watched The Tao of Steve, you really should. I'm just going to assume you have.
8. This past weekend was AV weekend in WoW, and I got the last piece of pvp gear for my mage. I started this odyssey the last AV weekend, so that's 5 weeks. In 5 weeks I upgraded every gear slot for my mage with pvp gear except one (one of the trinket slots, I got the brewfest spell damage trinket and it's not worth grinding honor to upgrade with the pvp trinket. 30k honor for 3 more spell damage? I don't think so). I also spent a day and a half in AV with my shaman getting an upgrade for his MH weapon. I used badges to buy the OH fist weapon and then the Kara group he was running with collapses so he was left with a kickass OH weapon and a shit MH weapon. That has been remedied. So I'm done with pvping. That's it. It's over. No more. One of my guildmates was happy. He said he much preferred my Cranky self (normal mind set) over my Homicidal self (pvping mind set). Pvping really is like swinging two bags of retarded children together. And if you don't play WoW this probably doesn't make any sense. And you should be playing WoW.
9. For those of you that play Spore, the Grox are not to be fucked with. They own every system around the center of the galaxy. Getting to said center is the "goal" of the game. I tried twice to get there. Once I quarter-assed it, the other time I half-assed it. Both times ended poorly. The only way I'm getting there is using my full ass. The systematic destruction of the Grox. Which could take YEARS.
10. We have a departmental email listserv. No shock, pretty much every department everywhere has one. People occasionally abuse this listserv to their own personal gain. For example, advertising a local roller derby match (which I totally have to see) or selling some of their shit. We have a person who washes the glassware for the lab and a couple other labs. She's a middle aged woman, about 5 feet tall with bushy red hair, named Rhonda. Last week she sent an email to the listserv trying to sell a couple musical instruments. A large keyboard and a viola. Today she sent another email to the listserv. This time she's selling a suit of chain mail and a helmet. This is also the woman that walked up to one of the people in the lab one time and proclaimed, "so my ex-husband gave me herpes." Rhonda....Rhonda scares me a little.
2. In other death related news, Paul Newman passed away. I already covered my feelings on this in other places.
3. I shared this with Taco, but I might as well share it with the rest of you. Don't worry Taco, you're still special, baby. Anyways, people have been doing the google analytics thang, so I decided to give it a shot. Since I just set it up I don't quite have the list of search hits that other people have, but I did have 4 hits through Google search engine that I thought were pretty funny taken as a whole. The first three were fairly intelligent. 1. Do not confuse the pointing finger with the moon. Ok, the zen warning I posted before. That's pretty smart. 2. Edward Scissorhands Ethics Conversation. Hey, that sounds like someone I'd like to chat with, right on. 3. Les Barker Occasional Table. Alright, another Les Barker fan! Spread the word of Englands greatest comedic point. What's the fourth hit you ask? Adultfungirls.com. That pretty much sums me up, I think. A veneer of intelligence over a core of smuttiness. How that search came to my site, I haven't a clue. But right on.
4. I have a crush on the cute girl in the stockroom. Shut up, Blue. I still have no hope. Nothing will happen. NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.
5. I took my cat to the vet last week. Nothing is wrong, just time for her 3rd round of booster shots. The vet opened the door to her cat carrier and she stepped out and started sniffing around, checking things out. The vet said, "my, you're a confident little girl, aren't you." And then I realized, hey, she really is. She didn't hide in her carrier. She was presented with a new situation and a new person and she immediately started exploring. I...I'm not sure how I feel about having a cat more emotionally balanced than I am. I would've been at the back of the carrier hiding. I also am pretty certain she is smarter than I am too. Maybe if I'm lucky she'll start bringing in a paycheck and I can retire.
6. I've pretty much stopped using my elliptical runner, which means I'm only working out three days a week. But you know what? This semester the Monday and Friday classes are taught by Crazy Devil Woman. Ms. Hey Let's Do Squats And Lunges The First 25 Minutes Of Class. My quads have stopped working.
7. Coyote, if you haven't watched The Tao of Steve, you really should. I'm just going to assume you have.
8. This past weekend was AV weekend in WoW, and I got the last piece of pvp gear for my mage. I started this odyssey the last AV weekend, so that's 5 weeks. In 5 weeks I upgraded every gear slot for my mage with pvp gear except one (one of the trinket slots, I got the brewfest spell damage trinket and it's not worth grinding honor to upgrade with the pvp trinket. 30k honor for 3 more spell damage? I don't think so). I also spent a day and a half in AV with my shaman getting an upgrade for his MH weapon. I used badges to buy the OH fist weapon and then the Kara group he was running with collapses so he was left with a kickass OH weapon and a shit MH weapon. That has been remedied. So I'm done with pvping. That's it. It's over. No more. One of my guildmates was happy. He said he much preferred my Cranky self (normal mind set) over my Homicidal self (pvping mind set). Pvping really is like swinging two bags of retarded children together. And if you don't play WoW this probably doesn't make any sense. And you should be playing WoW.
9. For those of you that play Spore, the Grox are not to be fucked with. They own every system around the center of the galaxy. Getting to said center is the "goal" of the game. I tried twice to get there. Once I quarter-assed it, the other time I half-assed it. Both times ended poorly. The only way I'm getting there is using my full ass. The systematic destruction of the Grox. Which could take YEARS.
10. We have a departmental email listserv. No shock, pretty much every department everywhere has one. People occasionally abuse this listserv to their own personal gain. For example, advertising a local roller derby match (which I totally have to see) or selling some of their shit. We have a person who washes the glassware for the lab and a couple other labs. She's a middle aged woman, about 5 feet tall with bushy red hair, named Rhonda. Last week she sent an email to the listserv trying to sell a couple musical instruments. A large keyboard and a viola. Today she sent another email to the listserv. This time she's selling a suit of chain mail and a helmet. This is also the woman that walked up to one of the people in the lab one time and proclaimed, "so my ex-husband gave me herpes." Rhonda....Rhonda scares me a little.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Detritus, page three
1. My vacation can't get here fast enough. Seriously. Neither can mai kitten. Whom I've seriously considered naming "Lol". I am a sick, sick man.
2. I had a fairly decent Saturday actually. I slept in. And although my WoW raid got canceled I spent the afternoon watching old episodes of Farscape and playing Tiger Woods on the Wii. Then I went in to work. I spent an hour at work taking care of a couple things, it was no big deal. Then afterwards I went out to dinner. By myself. I went to my favorite restaurant, The Irish Lion. I got all the food I love. Blarny Puffballs (deep fried balls of mashed potatoes, garlic and cheese) and mutton pie with coddle. I could eat coddle every meal every day and never grow tired of it. I drank two glasses of mead. The Irish Lion has the best mead. It's got just the right sweetness, not too dry, not too sweet. In between courses/drinks I jotted down notes for the opening chapter of my Pebbleman novel. Not any actual writing per se, but at least an idea. All in all, quite the pleasant way to pass a meal.
3. I'm so alone. So very alone.
4. I want to get some writing done over my vacation. Sounds very relaxing. Just need to remember to download what I have from the googledoc as where I'm going won't have internet access. I'd like to get the zombie story finished. I could get it completed, whereas the Pebbleman novel would only get the most minor of starts. Shoot for low hanging fruit, that's what I say.
5. I've now managed to scare off four women in a row. Four women now that I've had email conversations with and they just stop responding (well, five if you count the one woman that was seeing someone but wanted to make new friends, but I don't count that one). And it pisses me off. You know, if I grow uninterested in someone, at least I have the goddamn decency to tell them, not just run away. But yeah, my love life is a disaster. I just got an email last night from a woman, but I'm pretty certain she's psychotic. I need to stop. Before I get injured.
6. So very....very alone.
7. Wardenclyffe Tower. Wardenclyffe Tower. I need to do something with that. Yeah.
8. I've been depressed for about a couple weeks. Coincidently, I've been off my medication for about a week during that time (back on it now, was problems with zee doctor). Talked with my doctor about possibly upping the prescription. I'm telling you, Brave New World is severely underrated. Better living through chemistry!
9. I've been doing research. Sometime in early October I think I will be taking a trip to Nevada. To have sex with a prostitute. A high class one. I'm a scientist, when I see a problem I find the simplest and most direct method to fix it.
10. Spaced DVD comes out today. I need to remember to pick that up. I think I'll do that in Chicago, when I make my yearly mecca to the Frye's near my moms place. I have love for The Frye's, I wish it was closer to me. Just as I wish my damn friends lived closer to me. You people need to move. Near me.
2. I had a fairly decent Saturday actually. I slept in. And although my WoW raid got canceled I spent the afternoon watching old episodes of Farscape and playing Tiger Woods on the Wii. Then I went in to work. I spent an hour at work taking care of a couple things, it was no big deal. Then afterwards I went out to dinner. By myself. I went to my favorite restaurant, The Irish Lion. I got all the food I love. Blarny Puffballs (deep fried balls of mashed potatoes, garlic and cheese) and mutton pie with coddle. I could eat coddle every meal every day and never grow tired of it. I drank two glasses of mead. The Irish Lion has the best mead. It's got just the right sweetness, not too dry, not too sweet. In between courses/drinks I jotted down notes for the opening chapter of my Pebbleman novel. Not any actual writing per se, but at least an idea. All in all, quite the pleasant way to pass a meal.
3. I'm so alone. So very alone.
4. I want to get some writing done over my vacation. Sounds very relaxing. Just need to remember to download what I have from the googledoc as where I'm going won't have internet access. I'd like to get the zombie story finished. I could get it completed, whereas the Pebbleman novel would only get the most minor of starts. Shoot for low hanging fruit, that's what I say.
5. I've now managed to scare off four women in a row. Four women now that I've had email conversations with and they just stop responding (well, five if you count the one woman that was seeing someone but wanted to make new friends, but I don't count that one). And it pisses me off. You know, if I grow uninterested in someone, at least I have the goddamn decency to tell them, not just run away. But yeah, my love life is a disaster. I just got an email last night from a woman, but I'm pretty certain she's psychotic. I need to stop. Before I get injured.
6. So very....very alone.
7. Wardenclyffe Tower. Wardenclyffe Tower. I need to do something with that. Yeah.
8. I've been depressed for about a couple weeks. Coincidently, I've been off my medication for about a week during that time (back on it now, was problems with zee doctor). Talked with my doctor about possibly upping the prescription. I'm telling you, Brave New World is severely underrated. Better living through chemistry!
9. I've been doing research. Sometime in early October I think I will be taking a trip to Nevada. To have sex with a prostitute. A high class one. I'm a scientist, when I see a problem I find the simplest and most direct method to fix it.
10. Spaced DVD comes out today. I need to remember to pick that up. I think I'll do that in Chicago, when I make my yearly mecca to the Frye's near my moms place. I have love for The Frye's, I wish it was closer to me. Just as I wish my damn friends lived closer to me. You people need to move. Near me.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Detritus, page two
1. My birthday has passed and I celebrated it in my preferred fashion, which is not at all. I barely acknowledge the day. I don't like birthdays, I don't celebrate them, they are not happy occasions. Plus, I'm 29 now, a scant year from 30. My pissiness will be increasing in direct proportion to my age. And the curve will be logarithmic.
2. My eldest sister continues to surprise the freaking hell out of me when it comes to gifts. I tell my family that if they so desire to purchase things for me (which they really shouldn't because I never buy things for them, but do they listen? No.) they can use my amazon wish list. I get a terrible kick watching people get things for me from the list. Not because it's something that I want (which I do), but because the gift usually reflects the person giving more than the person getting. My family goes through the list, find what THEY like, then get me that. I am amused by this.
Except my eldest sister. She defies this by getting me gifts that are A) awesome and B) totally not her. I mean, this woman is divorced with two children, works for a biomedical corporation (the business part, not the medical part). She's 11 years older than me, so you can place the musical generation she grew up in. The first gift she gets me since using my wish list? The Rough Guide to the Delta Blues CD (which is no less than 14 shades of awesome). Next gift? Deus Ex and the Fallout Trilogy (the latter which I still haven't played yet because XP doesn't support it, I just have to get the crap gaming rig James and I built up and running). This year? The Tick, Season One. These are not my sister. But they are awesome.
3. I have a stalker. A play one anyways. A friend of a friend of an acquaintence of a travesty of a mockery of sham of mockery of travesty of two mockeries of sham. Why do you realize there is not one homosexual on that jury? Yes there is. Really? Is it the big guy on the end?
Ahem. Sorry, got carried away.
Anyways, friend was in town and I was hanging out with her and her friend and friend of friend, etc. Friend of friend mentions that she once had a stalker. Creepy guy would come over to visit and any time she wasn't around he'd leave a pebble on her window. She'd come back and there'd be like 6-7 pebbles on the window. Creepy yeah. Anyways, I start giving this person shit, saying how I'd love a stalker, really a boost to the self esteem. She's like, no it isn't. We start talking crap and she agrees to stalk me in jest. So when I see this person the next few times I'm all like "where's my pebble?" and she's all "oh it's coming."
One day I come in to find an object left on my desk. But it wasn't a pebble. It was a tiny, little plastic baby. The baby is on all fours with its head on its arm. She finally got around to stalking me, which is hilarious....but damned if the leaving tiny plastic babies isn't CREEPY AS FUCK. So she totally trumped me. I was all like "come on, having a stalker isn't that bad," and she's like "oh really? Here, have some tiny plastic babies." And I'm all "ok, that is really fucking creepy."
And oddly, I'm proud of this. It's simultaneously creepy and damned funny. Now I have three plastic babies. Next time I saw her I was all "the plastic babies are creepy as fuck. You are AWESOME!"
4. Three days until my wisdom teeth come out. Er....hurray?
5. I'm turning into a professor. Save me.
6. I need to finish Pebbleman. I really really really need to finish Pebbleman. I really really really really really really really need to finish Pebbleman.
Really.
7. There is no 7.
8. There is only half an eig-
9. Ok, I'm only filling in numbers until I get to 10. But I can't just stop a list at 3 or 7 or something like that. List has got to be a multiple of 5. So let it be written, so let it be done.
10. My warlock will likely hit 63 tonight, and my paladin is 60 with his epic mount. When both of those characters hit 70 that will make 7 level 70 characters. At that point I believe one of two things will happen. Either the universe will implode or I will officially win WoW. I'm a little scared when that will happen because I'll have simply run out of things to do in that game.
2. My eldest sister continues to surprise the freaking hell out of me when it comes to gifts. I tell my family that if they so desire to purchase things for me (which they really shouldn't because I never buy things for them, but do they listen? No.) they can use my amazon wish list. I get a terrible kick watching people get things for me from the list. Not because it's something that I want (which I do), but because the gift usually reflects the person giving more than the person getting. My family goes through the list, find what THEY like, then get me that. I am amused by this.
Except my eldest sister. She defies this by getting me gifts that are A) awesome and B) totally not her. I mean, this woman is divorced with two children, works for a biomedical corporation (the business part, not the medical part). She's 11 years older than me, so you can place the musical generation she grew up in. The first gift she gets me since using my wish list? The Rough Guide to the Delta Blues CD (which is no less than 14 shades of awesome). Next gift? Deus Ex and the Fallout Trilogy (the latter which I still haven't played yet because XP doesn't support it, I just have to get the crap gaming rig James and I built up and running). This year? The Tick, Season One. These are not my sister. But they are awesome.
3. I have a stalker. A play one anyways. A friend of a friend of an acquaintence of a travesty of a mockery of sham of mockery of travesty of two mockeries of sham. Why do you realize there is not one homosexual on that jury? Yes there is. Really? Is it the big guy on the end?
Ahem. Sorry, got carried away.
Anyways, friend was in town and I was hanging out with her and her friend and friend of friend, etc. Friend of friend mentions that she once had a stalker. Creepy guy would come over to visit and any time she wasn't around he'd leave a pebble on her window. She'd come back and there'd be like 6-7 pebbles on the window. Creepy yeah. Anyways, I start giving this person shit, saying how I'd love a stalker, really a boost to the self esteem. She's like, no it isn't. We start talking crap and she agrees to stalk me in jest. So when I see this person the next few times I'm all like "where's my pebble?" and she's all "oh it's coming."
One day I come in to find an object left on my desk. But it wasn't a pebble. It was a tiny, little plastic baby. The baby is on all fours with its head on its arm. She finally got around to stalking me, which is hilarious....but damned if the leaving tiny plastic babies isn't CREEPY AS FUCK. So she totally trumped me. I was all like "come on, having a stalker isn't that bad," and she's like "oh really? Here, have some tiny plastic babies." And I'm all "ok, that is really fucking creepy."
And oddly, I'm proud of this. It's simultaneously creepy and damned funny. Now I have three plastic babies. Next time I saw her I was all "the plastic babies are creepy as fuck. You are AWESOME!"
4. Three days until my wisdom teeth come out. Er....hurray?
5. I'm turning into a professor. Save me.
6. I need to finish Pebbleman. I really really really need to finish Pebbleman. I really really really really really really really need to finish Pebbleman.
Really.
7. There is no 7.
8. There is only half an eig-
9. Ok, I'm only filling in numbers until I get to 10. But I can't just stop a list at 3 or 7 or something like that. List has got to be a multiple of 5. So let it be written, so let it be done.
10. My warlock will likely hit 63 tonight, and my paladin is 60 with his epic mount. When both of those characters hit 70 that will make 7 level 70 characters. At that point I believe one of two things will happen. Either the universe will implode or I will officially win WoW. I'm a little scared when that will happen because I'll have simply run out of things to do in that game.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Detritus, page one
Random thoughts.
1. I half-accidentally stayed up late last night finishing the last Harry Potter book (I had planned on accidentally staying up late). On the whole I would say that I am...satisfied. I think it was ended well. Rowling certainly didn't pull any punches, I was really surprised by the number of important and main characters that died. Ron finally getting together with Hermione was well done. And the whole section of Harry knowing he is going to die and walking off to do it was amazingly crafted. However, NEEDED MORE GINNY. I wanted more of that romance, and even the epilogue where we found out they married and had kids wasn't satisfying enough in this respect, as there wasn't a feeling of strong connection between them (though obviously it was implied, I wanted something palpable. A kiss, holding hands, something.) I still think I like Half Blood Prince best, but again, I think Deathly Hallows was a satisfactory ending.
2. "If I could play all the memories in the neck of my guitar, I would write a song called Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
- Paul Simon, "Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
3. A few weeks ago my Grampy died. He was called Grampy because he wasn't my blood grandfather; he was my mothers first husbands (who was killed) father. As my mother put it, he was an absolute gem of a man. That former side of the family and my side of the family never really interacted, and this man didn't know me from Adam, but he always, ALWAYS, took an interest in me. Every year he sent me a Christmas card, which is memorable for two reasons. First, he always gave me $50, which to a kid in the late 80's was like winning the lottery every year. Second, the Christmas card always had a letter from him on the inside, immaculately typed out on the card itself, never a typo. He was always so proud of his typing. During the portion of my life that I was really interested in golf, he would tell me about how he would go golfing where he lived down in Arizona. He was also always immensely proud of my education, and I am very glad he was alive when I got my PhD.
Grampy was 96 when he died, and made sure to tell everyone he was in no pain. He had two wives, a girlfriend, and he outlived them all. In the past 5 years or so he corresponded with people by email using WebTV, which is awesome that he got into email. He was an absolutely sweet prince of a man, I wish I had known him better, and I always think of him around the holidays. Bye Grampy, I will miss you.
4. My mother came to visit me this weekend. I probably should've been more lively, but I think we had a good time regardless. She left a couple books for me to read from her library. Both are about Nikola Tesla, and I am very much looking forward to learning more about this amazing genius.
5. All indications are that I got the NIH fellowship I applied for back in August. I won't find out officially until February but the program director told me point blank not to resubmit my proposal because I'm in the top few percent. Which completely changed the tenor of my week. I had been planning on busting out a revised proposal in three days (basically, think of it as doing a term paper on a semesters worth of research in three days), which would've consumed all my time, to finding out not only I don't need to do it but that I probably got the fellowship. It's absolutely astounding that I got this fellowship the first time through. It's most likely due to a combination of A) money loosening up at the NIH, B) a solid research proposal and C) good preliminary data from good scientists before, but it's still a very positive thing.
6. I will now quote from the summary statement I received from the reviewers of said fellowship proposal. This statement is talking about me.
"Perhaps the only easily identified weakness with the candidate is that the work produced so far is very solid, but not paradigm shifting."
Now, it's hard to describe exactly what is so damned funny about this statement, but it has my entire lab, including my boss, cracking up. Really, it boiled down to the reviewer looking for something to criticize. But come on, apparently my lack of shifting paradigms is a glaring weakness in my body of work. After we found out I was getting the fellowship my boss was actually disappointed that we weren't going to be able to resubmit the proposal simply because we couldn't respond to that asinine comment.
The ironic thing, the truly ironic thing, is that I DID shift a paradigm! It just happens to be a paradigm all of 4 people in the world care about.
7. As the days and weeks wear on in my post doc, I find myself happy with my position, but increasingly isolated. The holidays don't help, of course. I always tend to get down around the holidays. But this time I don't feel so much depressed as...alone. Knowing myself I think sometime about the middle of January my resolve/pride/fear will crack and I'll hit up a dating site. I want someone to be with, and damnit I don't think it's that crazy an idea. According to you guys, there is at least a smidgen of awesome somewhere in me. That has to count for something.
8. I need to finish Pebbleman. It is weighing on my conscience. It's a good story, damnit. It deserves better than to be abandoned half finished. Plus I want to finish it before starting on another story idea I have. Called "Saturday Sun". Sometimes I think I should just cancel my WoW subscription and devote my nights to writing....but that ain't going to happen.
9. There is no 9.
10. "Wh-wh-what do you do - in the bath?"
- Lemon Jelly "In the Bath"
1. I half-accidentally stayed up late last night finishing the last Harry Potter book (I had planned on accidentally staying up late). On the whole I would say that I am...satisfied. I think it was ended well. Rowling certainly didn't pull any punches, I was really surprised by the number of important and main characters that died. Ron finally getting together with Hermione was well done. And the whole section of Harry knowing he is going to die and walking off to do it was amazingly crafted. However, NEEDED MORE GINNY. I wanted more of that romance, and even the epilogue where we found out they married and had kids wasn't satisfying enough in this respect, as there wasn't a feeling of strong connection between them (though obviously it was implied, I wanted something palpable. A kiss, holding hands, something.) I still think I like Half Blood Prince best, but again, I think Deathly Hallows was a satisfactory ending.
2. "If I could play all the memories in the neck of my guitar, I would write a song called Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
- Paul Simon, "Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
3. A few weeks ago my Grampy died. He was called Grampy because he wasn't my blood grandfather; he was my mothers first husbands (who was killed) father. As my mother put it, he was an absolute gem of a man. That former side of the family and my side of the family never really interacted, and this man didn't know me from Adam, but he always, ALWAYS, took an interest in me. Every year he sent me a Christmas card, which is memorable for two reasons. First, he always gave me $50, which to a kid in the late 80's was like winning the lottery every year. Second, the Christmas card always had a letter from him on the inside, immaculately typed out on the card itself, never a typo. He was always so proud of his typing. During the portion of my life that I was really interested in golf, he would tell me about how he would go golfing where he lived down in Arizona. He was also always immensely proud of my education, and I am very glad he was alive when I got my PhD.
Grampy was 96 when he died, and made sure to tell everyone he was in no pain. He had two wives, a girlfriend, and he outlived them all. In the past 5 years or so he corresponded with people by email using WebTV, which is awesome that he got into email. He was an absolutely sweet prince of a man, I wish I had known him better, and I always think of him around the holidays. Bye Grampy, I will miss you.
4. My mother came to visit me this weekend. I probably should've been more lively, but I think we had a good time regardless. She left a couple books for me to read from her library. Both are about Nikola Tesla, and I am very much looking forward to learning more about this amazing genius.
5. All indications are that I got the NIH fellowship I applied for back in August. I won't find out officially until February but the program director told me point blank not to resubmit my proposal because I'm in the top few percent. Which completely changed the tenor of my week. I had been planning on busting out a revised proposal in three days (basically, think of it as doing a term paper on a semesters worth of research in three days), which would've consumed all my time, to finding out not only I don't need to do it but that I probably got the fellowship. It's absolutely astounding that I got this fellowship the first time through. It's most likely due to a combination of A) money loosening up at the NIH, B) a solid research proposal and C) good preliminary data from good scientists before, but it's still a very positive thing.
6. I will now quote from the summary statement I received from the reviewers of said fellowship proposal. This statement is talking about me.
"Perhaps the only easily identified weakness with the candidate is that the work produced so far is very solid, but not paradigm shifting."
Now, it's hard to describe exactly what is so damned funny about this statement, but it has my entire lab, including my boss, cracking up. Really, it boiled down to the reviewer looking for something to criticize. But come on, apparently my lack of shifting paradigms is a glaring weakness in my body of work. After we found out I was getting the fellowship my boss was actually disappointed that we weren't going to be able to resubmit the proposal simply because we couldn't respond to that asinine comment.
The ironic thing, the truly ironic thing, is that I DID shift a paradigm! It just happens to be a paradigm all of 4 people in the world care about.
7. As the days and weeks wear on in my post doc, I find myself happy with my position, but increasingly isolated. The holidays don't help, of course. I always tend to get down around the holidays. But this time I don't feel so much depressed as...alone. Knowing myself I think sometime about the middle of January my resolve/pride/fear will crack and I'll hit up a dating site. I want someone to be with, and damnit I don't think it's that crazy an idea. According to you guys, there is at least a smidgen of awesome somewhere in me. That has to count for something.
8. I need to finish Pebbleman. It is weighing on my conscience. It's a good story, damnit. It deserves better than to be abandoned half finished. Plus I want to finish it before starting on another story idea I have. Called "Saturday Sun". Sometimes I think I should just cancel my WoW subscription and devote my nights to writing....but that ain't going to happen.
9. There is no 9.
10. "Wh-wh-what do you do - in the bath?"
- Lemon Jelly "In the Bath"
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