I'm sure there's a way to get pictures from my phone and onto my computer.
I'm also sure that I'll never figure out how to do that...which is too bad because I have some good ones.
They say that all any parent ever wants to do is to give their kids a better life than what they had. But at what point is it ok to start getting jealous ?
Point in case...
Saturday I took the boy to the Phillies game. Not just any Phils game, but one in which they were playing for the NL East title. Because the Flyers had a special game at the Spectrum and Temple was playing at the Link we went public transportation. A short train, trolley, a then subway ride ( and 200 hands of blackjack) later we were sitting a dozen rows off the field eating ice cream. Not only did the boy enjoy a gluttonous afternoon of pizza, soda and ice cream, but we got an incredible nailbiter of a game. Jimmy Rollins made a diving save up the middle and turned a double-play in the 9th, with the bases loaded to seal the deal.
The place went nuts even by Philadelphia standards. There were fireworks, the bell was ringing, strangers were hugging each other. You could probably see all of this if you all were huddled in my office looking at my phone.
Sunday the boy had a football game. He started at quarterback and threw a completed pass for a touchdown and a completed pass for an extra point in the pouring rain at a level where just completing a pass is about a 8 to 1 shot. He rounded out the effort with two catch, a sack, and one interception.
We came home, made cheesesteaks, made a strawberry pie, and ate it all watching football until we feel asleep.
Damn I'm a lucky kid...I mean HE...yeah HE's a lucky kid.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
real comfort
I broke my rear deraileur cable on my ride Tuesday. That meant 5 miles home in the 39x12.
Thursday came quicker than expected and that left me in a pickle. I moved a bunch of stuff around in the garage and dug out my old Cannondale retired something like 8 years ago. The thing had about a quarter inch of dust on it. The bar tape was held together by some electrical tape, and it still had vista lights and my drop-in bars ( the greatest bars ever invented i might add) and a rear blinker from when I had last used it as a commuter.
I threw some good wheels on it, doused the chain with WD-40 ( only the best) and headed out.
Talk about sweeeeeet.
It was like finding your high school baseball glove and sliding it on your hand. The thing fit absolutely perfect. It was only a 45 minute ride, but may have been one of the more enjoyable rides of the year. I may have a hard time going back.
Anyway, your funny clip of the day...
Thursday came quicker than expected and that left me in a pickle. I moved a bunch of stuff around in the garage and dug out my old Cannondale retired something like 8 years ago. The thing had about a quarter inch of dust on it. The bar tape was held together by some electrical tape, and it still had vista lights and my drop-in bars ( the greatest bars ever invented i might add) and a rear blinker from when I had last used it as a commuter.
I threw some good wheels on it, doused the chain with WD-40 ( only the best) and headed out.
Talk about sweeeeeet.
It was like finding your high school baseball glove and sliding it on your hand. The thing fit absolutely perfect. It was only a 45 minute ride, but may have been one of the more enjoyable rides of the year. I may have a hard time going back.
Anyway, your funny clip of the day...
Thursday, September 25, 2008
hey wait a sec
It occurred to my on my drive in today.....so the Prez says the banks need an influx of cash...very important he says. OK I'm down with that.
But how about this ? Instead of printing up a bunch of money and giving it to them, or instead of assuming all their debt, how about this plan...
The government immediately drops the federal income tax rate for everyone paying taxes by 60%. That means instead of paying 40% of your income in federal taxes you only have to pay 24%. That's going to immediately give everyone in the country between a 6% and 16% raise.
With that, many of the people defaulting on their mortgages will have the money to actually PAY their monthly mortgage. People who have been reluctant to purchase a house might have the funds to do so. And everyone else will have money to spend, invest, and PUT IN THE BANKS.
Now the natural question is, how is the government going to get by on 40% of what they're used to having ? I say, let them figure that out. They can tighten the purse strings, they can be more attentive to waste, and if they're really in a jam they can print up money like they plan on doing anyway. But at least this way, we'd stand a chance.
But how about this ? Instead of printing up a bunch of money and giving it to them, or instead of assuming all their debt, how about this plan...
The government immediately drops the federal income tax rate for everyone paying taxes by 60%. That means instead of paying 40% of your income in federal taxes you only have to pay 24%. That's going to immediately give everyone in the country between a 6% and 16% raise.
With that, many of the people defaulting on their mortgages will have the money to actually PAY their monthly mortgage. People who have been reluctant to purchase a house might have the funds to do so. And everyone else will have money to spend, invest, and PUT IN THE BANKS.
Now the natural question is, how is the government going to get by on 40% of what they're used to having ? I say, let them figure that out. They can tighten the purse strings, they can be more attentive to waste, and if they're really in a jam they can print up money like they plan on doing anyway. But at least this way, we'd stand a chance.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
neo-cons are funny
From FoxNews ( of course)
Former UN Secretary Bolton talking about Ahmadinejad's address yesterday
BOLTON:
And if anybody needed any convincing about how dangerous the Iranian regime is listen to Ahmadinejad today. Not only did he say the things that you mentioned, he also said that Zionists controlled the financial markets in the United States.
This is what this man thinks. Imagine him in possession of nuclear wapons.
yes, that's crazy, to think such a thing...wonder where would he get that idea ?
Federal Reserve Board of Governors ( of 6 positions)
Bernanke, Kohn, Mishkin, Kroszner
Bush forein policy team
Chertoff, Bolton, Pearle
and a foreign policy program the rejects diplomacy and supports Isreal's right to PREEMPTIVE attacks on PERCEIVED threats.
Yeah, he's crazy.
**EDIT**
And before anyone jumps to conclussions....do not mistake those comments to be anti-semetic.
Simply put, there's an overt and unapologetic dispensationalist Christian and pro-Isreal influence in this current administration, and in the US government in general. So to have members of the administration continue to use comments about Zionism as 'evidence' of lunacy strikes me as funny ( not haha funny, but Orwellian double-speak funny...which really isn't that funy now that I think about it).
See this stuff scares me because you have a rising movement among evangelical Christians who really believe the rapture is coming soon. And the rise of Palin is further evidence that this movement is gaining momentum. My greatest fear is that these folks are going to succeed in self-fullfilling their own prophesy.
WOW ! That's a far cry from my usual farting stories eh ?
Former UN Secretary Bolton talking about Ahmadinejad's address yesterday
BOLTON:
And if anybody needed any convincing about how dangerous the Iranian regime is listen to Ahmadinejad today. Not only did he say the things that you mentioned, he also said that Zionists controlled the financial markets in the United States.
This is what this man thinks. Imagine him in possession of nuclear wapons.
yes, that's crazy, to think such a thing...wonder where would he get that idea ?
Federal Reserve Board of Governors ( of 6 positions)
Bernanke, Kohn, Mishkin, Kroszner
Bush forein policy team
Chertoff, Bolton, Pearle
and a foreign policy program the rejects diplomacy and supports Isreal's right to PREEMPTIVE attacks on PERCEIVED threats.
Yeah, he's crazy.
**EDIT**
And before anyone jumps to conclussions....do not mistake those comments to be anti-semetic.
Simply put, there's an overt and unapologetic dispensationalist Christian and pro-Isreal influence in this current administration, and in the US government in general. So to have members of the administration continue to use comments about Zionism as 'evidence' of lunacy strikes me as funny ( not haha funny, but Orwellian double-speak funny...which really isn't that funy now that I think about it).
See this stuff scares me because you have a rising movement among evangelical Christians who really believe the rapture is coming soon. And the rise of Palin is further evidence that this movement is gaining momentum. My greatest fear is that these folks are going to succeed in self-fullfilling their own prophesy.
WOW ! That's a far cry from my usual farting stories eh ?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thank you freecycle
FREECYCLING.ORG
No, its not a cycling thing...its a REcycling thing.
You know all that stuff you have in your garage that you don't want to throw away because it still works...but you know you aren't ever going to use it again ?
Well this is your answer. You post what you have and if anyone can use it, the come and get it.
I posted my kids swingset on Friday at 2 pm, had 5 intersted people by the next morning and by Sunday at noon the entire swingset was out of my backyard ( no mean feat).
Just as important, I suppose, is that instead of being in a landfill or being firewood, the payset is going to put to good use by a new group of kids.
No, its not a cycling thing...its a REcycling thing.
You know all that stuff you have in your garage that you don't want to throw away because it still works...but you know you aren't ever going to use it again ?
Well this is your answer. You post what you have and if anyone can use it, the come and get it.
I posted my kids swingset on Friday at 2 pm, had 5 intersted people by the next morning and by Sunday at noon the entire swingset was out of my backyard ( no mean feat).
Just as important, I suppose, is that instead of being in a landfill or being firewood, the payset is going to put to good use by a new group of kids.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
how good is this ?
Minimize the screen because the video is stupid, but how about this songwriting.
If I could do two things that I cannot do, writing something like this would be one of them. The other would be to be able to sing Gospel like a large southern black woman.
If I could do two things that I cannot do, writing something like this would be one of them. The other would be to be able to sing Gospel like a large southern black woman.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
good poker story from 2+2
While visiting Scottsdale, I wandered over to the Indian casino and jumped into a 2/5 game. I sat in seat 7 at a full table. Next to me in seat 8 was a retired hockey player, no one famous or even well known. He was a big guy and apparently a regular. He had been drinking and developed a terrible negative attitude, berating the players and the dealers at every opportunity. This goes on for some time and everyone is just putting up with him. Despite his drinking however he remained rock tight.
Across the table in seat 3, sat a very young wispy haired kid whose shoulders barely spanned a foot. The kid looked 13 but was a good player.
The kid and the hockey player end up HU in a big pot. The river was dealt. Kid moved all in. Hockey player went in the tank. After a minute he folds. Kid slaps down rags face up.
Hockey player blows up. Berates the kid for showing the bluff and starts calling the kid names. The kid pulls the pot and starts stacking. The last name the hockey player yelled was "f***ing derelict!"
There was a brief pause. Then the wispy haired kid pushed two of his $100 stacks back toward the center of the table and said to the hockey player, "This $200 is yours if you can spell 'derelict'." The hockey player froze. I could barely contain myself. I had to turn away. Remember, the hockey player was sitting right next to me.
The stacks went back to the kid. The hockey player never said another word to anyone.
Later in the session, I noticed the hockey player with a pen and paper on his lap under the table. He was trying to spell out derelict
Across the table in seat 3, sat a very young wispy haired kid whose shoulders barely spanned a foot. The kid looked 13 but was a good player.
The kid and the hockey player end up HU in a big pot. The river was dealt. Kid moved all in. Hockey player went in the tank. After a minute he folds. Kid slaps down rags face up.
Hockey player blows up. Berates the kid for showing the bluff and starts calling the kid names. The kid pulls the pot and starts stacking. The last name the hockey player yelled was "f***ing derelict!"
There was a brief pause. Then the wispy haired kid pushed two of his $100 stacks back toward the center of the table and said to the hockey player, "This $200 is yours if you can spell 'derelict'." The hockey player froze. I could barely contain myself. I had to turn away. Remember, the hockey player was sitting right next to me.
The stacks went back to the kid. The hockey player never said another word to anyone.
Later in the session, I noticed the hockey player with a pen and paper on his lap under the table. He was trying to spell out derelict
customer enterprise relations management architecture
The one thing that always bothers me about tech people is that they're always using words that send my bullshit meter into the red.
Now I know at this point that the jargon is industry wide and people are just communicating in kind, but I have a had time saying, "ok, ok Im impressed already..computers are mystical...programming is magic...I get it...just say what you mean".
I think these fuckers are paid by the syllable.
Now I know at this point that the jargon is industry wide and people are just communicating in kind, but I have a had time saying, "ok, ok Im impressed already..computers are mystical...programming is magic...I get it...just say what you mean".
I think these fuckers are paid by the syllable.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Parenting the insane
Matt Damon pretty much capturing my emotional state with regard to the presidental election. And before you nutjobs go psycho on me, the destain and disgust extends well beyond both sides of the aisle and into all arms of the media. But there's something surprisingly shocking about the way he states the obvious here and how it contrasts against the contrived discussions that almost everyone else is having.
Onto less depressing things
Me (on phone): Hello Sophie
Sop: This isn't Sophie, its Sabrina
Me: Yeah....whatever. Put Uncle Ron on.
Sop: He's not here.
Me: He's not ?!
Sop: No...he's out eating sushi.
Me: Dammit, put Uncle Ron on !
Sop: OK....and I'm telling Mom you used bad words again.
I had a guy at work who called me three times in three days being a bigger and bigger asshole each time he called. I reacted by being a nicer and nicer guy each time. By the thrid time I had enough. The real problem was during the third call a workman for our security system provider came into my office set up his ladder and was working on something in the ceiling just in front of my desk. What he first heard was me ridiculously dripping with niceness, " yes sir, no sir, I understand sir" etc, etc....then I blew. " I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE !!!!!", I yelled at the top of my lung...standing and sceaming into the phone. PLOP. Down went the screwdriver as the workguy needed both hands to stead himself on the ladder. Then he hustled down the ladder, grabbed the screwdriver and ran out the door.
Oh yeah, the guy on the phone couldn't have been any nicer. " Hey, thats great, thanks for helping me out". Go figure.
I'd write more... but after McNabb threw into tripple coverage on 2nd & 14 with 10 yards of open field to run in front of him last night..I have an email to Philly I need to take care of.
Onto less depressing things
Me (on phone): Hello Sophie
Sop: This isn't Sophie, its Sabrina
Me: Yeah....whatever. Put Uncle Ron on.
Sop: He's not here.
Me: He's not ?!
Sop: No...he's out eating sushi.
Me: Dammit, put Uncle Ron on !
Sop: OK....and I'm telling Mom you used bad words again.
I had a guy at work who called me three times in three days being a bigger and bigger asshole each time he called. I reacted by being a nicer and nicer guy each time. By the thrid time I had enough. The real problem was during the third call a workman for our security system provider came into my office set up his ladder and was working on something in the ceiling just in front of my desk. What he first heard was me ridiculously dripping with niceness, " yes sir, no sir, I understand sir" etc, etc....then I blew. " I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR NONSENSE !!!!!", I yelled at the top of my lung...standing and sceaming into the phone. PLOP. Down went the screwdriver as the workguy needed both hands to stead himself on the ladder. Then he hustled down the ladder, grabbed the screwdriver and ran out the door.
Oh yeah, the guy on the phone couldn't have been any nicer. " Hey, thats great, thanks for helping me out". Go figure.
I'd write more... but after McNabb threw into tripple coverage on 2nd & 14 with 10 yards of open field to run in front of him last night..I have an email to Philly I need to take care of.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
where I've been
In a nutshell...
Got stuck in one airport....then got stuck in a second airport...was in both places with a headcold, so getting hammered drunk was out of the question. In an airport, with a headcold, sober might be the second level of hell.
Anyway up in the air, sinuses exploding, back down...rinse and repeat.
Finally got home after 12 hours miserable and exhausted. I loaded up no twice as many cold meds as recommended, pounded a beer, and went straight to bed at 8:30. I traded rooms with my daughter so that I wouldn't infect anyone else.
Somewhere around 2 am I woke up doped and disoriented and with a full bladder. I tried to figure out where I was made a beline for the only lightsource coming from the hallway.
WHACK
I walked right into a opened closet door and split my nose and head open. I didn't even bother dealing with it. I took a leak and went back to bed.
Got stuck in one airport....then got stuck in a second airport...was in both places with a headcold, so getting hammered drunk was out of the question. In an airport, with a headcold, sober might be the second level of hell.
Anyway up in the air, sinuses exploding, back down...rinse and repeat.
Finally got home after 12 hours miserable and exhausted. I loaded up no twice as many cold meds as recommended, pounded a beer, and went straight to bed at 8:30. I traded rooms with my daughter so that I wouldn't infect anyone else.
Somewhere around 2 am I woke up doped and disoriented and with a full bladder. I tried to figure out where I was made a beline for the only lightsource coming from the hallway.
WHACK
I walked right into a opened closet door and split my nose and head open. I didn't even bother dealing with it. I took a leak and went back to bed.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
dookie
Part of starting my new job has been to try and make sure that I'm respectful of the fact that all the employees who were here when I have here have their own particular way of doing things. I'm also substantially more self aware because everyone in the office is a woman...more specifically all women between 50-65 years old.
The first week of work that was on my mind when I went into the non-urinal, shared bathroom and was sure to put the seat down when I was done. On the second day, I went in and saw the seat was UP ?! I took my leak, put the seat down, and off I went. The third day I went in SEAT UP ?!?! I was starting to freak out. With an entire office full of women either one of the chicks was getting freaky, or someone was trying to set me up.
On day four the seat was up and I was on full out paranoia. About a half hour later I heard the secretary get up and go walking down the way toward the bathroom. I went, put the seat down then laid in wait to see who the culprit was. I went into the bookkeepers office which is directly across from the bathroom ( another story for another time). I brought a folder she and I were going to review so I could keep an eye on the bathroom door without drawing suspicion on myself. After a minute or two I heard a click and looked up but the bathroom door didn't move. Instead, off to the left, the hall closet opened and the secretary came walking out of the closet.
" Huh ?!", I said aloud, " What was she doing in the closet ?"
The bookkeeper look at me puzzled, " the closet?"
" Yeah Suz just came walking out of the closet !"
He face twisted up a little more, " Don't you...Do you mean the women's bathroom ?"
Apparently, we have a women's bathroom.
Also...apparently the maintenance MAN comes in at time.
And finally....apparently I'm a jackass.
The first week of work that was on my mind when I went into the non-urinal, shared bathroom and was sure to put the seat down when I was done. On the second day, I went in and saw the seat was UP ?! I took my leak, put the seat down, and off I went. The third day I went in SEAT UP ?!?! I was starting to freak out. With an entire office full of women either one of the chicks was getting freaky, or someone was trying to set me up.
On day four the seat was up and I was on full out paranoia. About a half hour later I heard the secretary get up and go walking down the way toward the bathroom. I went, put the seat down then laid in wait to see who the culprit was. I went into the bookkeepers office which is directly across from the bathroom ( another story for another time). I brought a folder she and I were going to review so I could keep an eye on the bathroom door without drawing suspicion on myself. After a minute or two I heard a click and looked up but the bathroom door didn't move. Instead, off to the left, the hall closet opened and the secretary came walking out of the closet.
" Huh ?!", I said aloud, " What was she doing in the closet ?"
The bookkeeper look at me puzzled, " the closet?"
" Yeah Suz just came walking out of the closet !"
He face twisted up a little more, " Don't you...Do you mean the women's bathroom ?"
Apparently, we have a women's bathroom.
Also...apparently the maintenance MAN comes in at time.
And finally....apparently I'm a jackass.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
First day of school
Let me begin by saying I have some allergy that strikes me in August and September. I have no idea what it is, and it doesn't affect me any other time, but starting right around the second or third week in August I wake up every morning with my eyes burning and my nose running uncontrollably.
That's exactly how things started for me yesterday, which was the kids first day of school.
The allergies set the tone for what is always destined to be a disaster of a morning. The kids aren't used to getting up, my wife is all depressed because the kids are going away and summer is over, and more importantly ( to me anyway) is that my morning routine is interrupted.
All summer long I have the pleasure of being the only up in the mornings. The rare chance to enjoy the quiet solitude has really made me a morning person. Grib, who had 4 brothers and 3 sisters told me how he would occasionally find his father sitting in the dark at 5 am with a pot of coffee all alone. What was once seen as maniacal seems prudent now.
So instead of quietly getting dressed and sipping coffee while listening to sportscenter I spent the better part of the morning screaming shit like, " I'm leaving in 3 minutes with or without you !" ( I wasn't) or " I'm going to make you all wear burlap sacks to school for now on" ( I was).
Finally, 5 minutes late, we got out the door, into the car, and off to school. In my haste I forgot my allergy medicine and the entire time over to the school I have to drive with my head tilted back and my nose toward the heavens so that I didn't have mucus running all over my shirt. This was of course made worse by the face that my eyes were watering. Frankly I'm proud of the fact that we got to school without me dragging 100 yards of corn stalks behind us.
We got to school and after dealing out the hugs, kisses and goodbyes I ran into the bathroom and got a giant handful of that sandpaper-grade institutional towels every grade school has. With a giant sigh of relief I stepped out the front doors blew my nose with great vigor, and wiped the burning from my eyes. Finally....relief.
With that, a passing mother on her way into the building stopped for a second, put her hand on my shoulder and said, " awww, I know exactly how you feel, the first day always breaks my heart too..it'll be ok."
That's exactly how things started for me yesterday, which was the kids first day of school.
The allergies set the tone for what is always destined to be a disaster of a morning. The kids aren't used to getting up, my wife is all depressed because the kids are going away and summer is over, and more importantly ( to me anyway) is that my morning routine is interrupted.
All summer long I have the pleasure of being the only up in the mornings. The rare chance to enjoy the quiet solitude has really made me a morning person. Grib, who had 4 brothers and 3 sisters told me how he would occasionally find his father sitting in the dark at 5 am with a pot of coffee all alone. What was once seen as maniacal seems prudent now.
So instead of quietly getting dressed and sipping coffee while listening to sportscenter I spent the better part of the morning screaming shit like, " I'm leaving in 3 minutes with or without you !" ( I wasn't) or " I'm going to make you all wear burlap sacks to school for now on" ( I was).
Finally, 5 minutes late, we got out the door, into the car, and off to school. In my haste I forgot my allergy medicine and the entire time over to the school I have to drive with my head tilted back and my nose toward the heavens so that I didn't have mucus running all over my shirt. This was of course made worse by the face that my eyes were watering. Frankly I'm proud of the fact that we got to school without me dragging 100 yards of corn stalks behind us.
We got to school and after dealing out the hugs, kisses and goodbyes I ran into the bathroom and got a giant handful of that sandpaper-grade institutional towels every grade school has. With a giant sigh of relief I stepped out the front doors blew my nose with great vigor, and wiped the burning from my eyes. Finally....relief.
With that, a passing mother on her way into the building stopped for a second, put her hand on my shoulder and said, " awww, I know exactly how you feel, the first day always breaks my heart too..it'll be ok."
Friday, August 22, 2008
good reading
Michael Phelps to write new book
2 hours ago
NEW YORK (AP) — Olympic superstar Michael Phelps will write a book telling the story behind his historic eight gold medal swims just in time for the holiday season, Free Press, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, announced Friday.
In "Built to Succeed," Phelps will also cover his philosophy on training and competition, as well as his life being raised by a single mother and coping with an attention-deficit disorder, the publisher said.
The book is scheduled to be released in December.
Phelps, 23, became the winningest Olympian ever at this summer's Beijing games, winning eight golds to add to six previous Olympic first-place victories. He holds seven world records.
Hosted by Copyright © 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.
I bet it will sound a lot like this:
2 hours ago
NEW YORK (AP) — Olympic superstar Michael Phelps will write a book telling the story behind his historic eight gold medal swims just in time for the holiday season, Free Press, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, announced Friday.
In "Built to Succeed," Phelps will also cover his philosophy on training and competition, as well as his life being raised by a single mother and coping with an attention-deficit disorder, the publisher said.
The book is scheduled to be released in December.
Phelps, 23, became the winningest Olympian ever at this summer's Beijing games, winning eight golds to add to six previous Olympic first-place victories. He holds seven world records.
Hosted by Copyright © 2008 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.
I bet it will sound a lot like this:
Thursday, August 21, 2008
losin it
I've been trying to lose weight.
I track what I eat on fitday.com and I'm exercising and I'm doing all the stuff that you're supposed to. After 4 weeks I weighed in at 209. I lost exactly one pound.
When you're in a jam you should always go with what you know, and since I've never been comfortable with moderation, I figured there was only one way to go. Starting on Sunday I started starving myself.
Sunday was fine.
Monday I woke up hungry and spent most of the day thinking about food and telling people what I really thought of them (note to self: telling people they're whiny fucks might not be the best way to make a good impression at your new job).
Tuesday I woke up feeling like I was half drunk...that was the more functional half. I got up all dizzy and drove to work swerving all over the road and crying my eyes out over some NPR story about Arctic drilling...THOSE POOR ESKIMOS.
I got to work and finally cracked. I had a Clif Bar in my bag and wolfed it down. 2 minutes later the sugar hit my system and I got a euphoria that bordered on a religious experience. It was like all the vomiting you do before you start hallucinating on peyote....I mean, so I've heard....allegedly...anyway, I wouldn't recommend it as a form of getting high, but I wouldn't discourage it either.
So basically I made it from Sunday night till Tuesday morning, about 36 hours, eating almost nothing. It makes me realize that if I'm on a plane that goes down on the Andes, I'm definitely going to be one of the ones that eats the other passengers. And notice I didn't necessarily say "dead passengers".
In any case, I started eating a little more regularly, with of course the accompanying guilt that required a couple of 2.5 hour rides the last couple of days. So its reassuring to see the the anorexia has taken at least a small hold.
Oh yeah, and I got on the scale today...205.
I track what I eat on fitday.com and I'm exercising and I'm doing all the stuff that you're supposed to. After 4 weeks I weighed in at 209. I lost exactly one pound.
When you're in a jam you should always go with what you know, and since I've never been comfortable with moderation, I figured there was only one way to go. Starting on Sunday I started starving myself.
Sunday was fine.
Monday I woke up hungry and spent most of the day thinking about food and telling people what I really thought of them (note to self: telling people they're whiny fucks might not be the best way to make a good impression at your new job).
Tuesday I woke up feeling like I was half drunk...that was the more functional half. I got up all dizzy and drove to work swerving all over the road and crying my eyes out over some NPR story about Arctic drilling...THOSE POOR ESKIMOS.
I got to work and finally cracked. I had a Clif Bar in my bag and wolfed it down. 2 minutes later the sugar hit my system and I got a euphoria that bordered on a religious experience. It was like all the vomiting you do before you start hallucinating on peyote....I mean, so I've heard....allegedly...anyway, I wouldn't recommend it as a form of getting high, but I wouldn't discourage it either.
So basically I made it from Sunday night till Tuesday morning, about 36 hours, eating almost nothing. It makes me realize that if I'm on a plane that goes down on the Andes, I'm definitely going to be one of the ones that eats the other passengers. And notice I didn't necessarily say "dead passengers".
In any case, I started eating a little more regularly, with of course the accompanying guilt that required a couple of 2.5 hour rides the last couple of days. So its reassuring to see the the anorexia has taken at least a small hold.
Oh yeah, and I got on the scale today...205.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I might have to give this guy a second look
the story here
John McCain's temper is well documented. He's called opponents and colleagues "shitheads," "assholes" and in at least one case "a fucking jerk."...
Three reporters from Arizona, on the condition of anonymity, also let me in on another incident involving McCain's intemperateness. In his 1992 Senate bid, McCain was joined on the campaign trail by his wife, Cindy, as well as campaign aide Doug Cole and consultant Wes Gullett. At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain's hair and said, "You're getting a little thin up there." McCain's face reddened, and he responded, "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt." McCain's excuse was that it had been a long day. If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.
John McCain's temper is well documented. He's called opponents and colleagues "shitheads," "assholes" and in at least one case "a fucking jerk."...
Three reporters from Arizona, on the condition of anonymity, also let me in on another incident involving McCain's intemperateness. In his 1992 Senate bid, McCain was joined on the campaign trail by his wife, Cindy, as well as campaign aide Doug Cole and consultant Wes Gullett. At one point, Cindy playfully twirled McCain's hair and said, "You're getting a little thin up there." McCain's face reddened, and he responded, "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you cunt." McCain's excuse was that it had been a long day. If elected president of the United States, McCain would have many long days.
Friday, August 15, 2008
yeah yeah yeah
I know I've been fairly tame since my return.
The thing is this new job has polarized my personality so that most of the time I'm so square there's nothing the write about. The rest of the time the shit that I'm writing is so freaky that I'm frightened to read it myself, let along post it.
So far the freakiness hasn't manifested itself in the material world, simply meaning that I've held it together in an impressive run of patience and sobriety. However I have a sneaky feeling that may all come to a head this weekend. What was it Jules said ?...
" I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker !" ahahaha good stuff.
Here's a great link:
http://www.allmyfaves.com/
And I just discovered Conor Oberst:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWRhwJ6p1yg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ndeTIkOi9Y
Have a great weekend.
The thing is this new job has polarized my personality so that most of the time I'm so square there's nothing the write about. The rest of the time the shit that I'm writing is so freaky that I'm frightened to read it myself, let along post it.
So far the freakiness hasn't manifested itself in the material world, simply meaning that I've held it together in an impressive run of patience and sobriety. However I have a sneaky feeling that may all come to a head this weekend. What was it Jules said ?...
" I'm a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker !" ahahaha good stuff.
Here's a great link:
http://www.allmyfaves.com/
And I just discovered Conor Oberst:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWRhwJ6p1yg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ndeTIkOi9Y
Have a great weekend.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
dang !
On my way to shoot 3 under until the final hole got me.
49 is my best. Watch out for the windmill.
http://www.addictinggames.com/miniputt.html
49 is my best. Watch out for the windmill.
http://www.addictinggames.com/miniputt.html
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