Thursday, June 26, 2008
Oh mein Gott! Ich habe eine Axt im Kopf! |11:59 PM| Friday is my last day as a "free" man, the new job starts. I quit my job as an IT guy, I plowed through thousands of dollars in savings to finally...get a part time job as an IT guy.
Far be it from me to define my self worth through my job, but, bleah.
I wanted to work for the data recovery guys, but, geez fellas I could have earned more money at Z-Tejas, and that would have involved fewer crying customers. I'll probably send some customers their way, since I like their business model.
My muscles are atrophying.
Beyond that, I almost got into a fight the other day that
A. I would have been unable to talk my way out of
B. I would have absolutely, doubtlessly lost
C. would have meant a trip to the hospital.
As I lack medical insurance it's time to go back to a self defense course, and start lifting weights again. And running, a good defense. Right after I get that CPR or first aid cert. And finish framing those knick knacks.
Suzy is in California, I miss her. This is excellent practice for the end of August. Have I already commented about my luck with current and future grad school students?
http://www.wildbits.com/tunatic/
"Oh my God! There's an axe in my head!" translated into various languages.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I keep misspelling calendar |4:23 PM| I've been having to set aside time every couple of days specifically for reading. I just don't have the same "waiting room" time as I used to.
I wonder if I should start podcasting something like a Reading Rainbow type show. It'd be for all the digital-nerds out there who like me have fallen out of the habit of analog, linear information absorption. Reading, say, "On Liberty" out loud would also help to re-teach me to use my chest voice, maybe get rid of the increasingly nasal voice I've been using. I know a most dorks out there would keep moving the progress bar around, and be hitting wikipedia for a summary, but some would get back to their roots.
If I start riding the bus a lot more I suppose that'll give me a chance.
http://factory.lego.com/gallery/bricks.aspx
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No rest for the wickedly idiotic |5:20 AM| How impressed can you be by someone's actions if you think said actions are intensely stupid? "Wow, he's damned good at pissing on alligators! In the eye, every time!"
I stayed up for some 50+ hours over the weekend. This, that is just colossally stupid. It is the Laocoon of poor planning, something to be studied as a nigh perfect example of dumb.
There was just too goddamn shit to DO. I'd had some issues this past Thursday and was basically asleep most of the daylight hours. Guilt from wasting a day became dedication to completing a huge portion of my current job list.
It's all pretty hazy but I think I was having crepe's at Suzy's place when this started.
First off was all the damn studying on Friday, I had to skip out on a birthday party for a roommate, a party at my very house, and some kind of wandering drinking adventure that ended up as a pool party. However I punched through a ton of Oceanography chapters, and I think that's when I got my hands on the hagfish article I'm using for extra credit. At about 4am the then-drunk Sandra was nice enough to help me with the assignment "...devise a method, using household items, to describe [some tectonic forces] to a school child". I had to crop my ugly mug out of most of the pictures, since my facial expressions would have surely affected my grade.
Unable to sleep that morning, I headed up to ACC to find the location of the buried treasure of me student loans. Arrr.
I finished the write up on the tectonics project at their computer lab.
From there I went to fix Cass's computer, killed a bunch of crap plugins and realplayer, cursed the bizarre Windows.0 folder I had spawned, and ended up helping Chris fix his machine as well. "Fix" really meant "Buy new power supply and spend twice as long as usual wiring it back in because it was a friend's machine".
From there I helped with some of their party projects, circular sawed some wood using a tree stump, big dumbbells and yelling as a saw horse, and picked up my cake container from Jami (I could tell by her reaction that I already had the bug-eyed, looney tunes expression I get when I've been up for too long).
I ended up staying the night at Cass's place as a social outing. Erik presented Rambo (gorgeous BluRay, damned impressive film making, great commentary by Stallone) I knew I'd crash if I slept so I stayed awake with Erik until 9am. I stopped by to visit Suzy again, went home to prep for the Roller Derby webcast, found out they'd changed venues, started negotiations for camera risers, found out my laptop was now a big brick, the normal problems. I had free passes for Suzy, Cass, Amanda. I ran into Amanda and probably spooked the hell out of her, whoops, great 3rd impression, Brendan, handed out the tickets, made cursory introductions between parties, and ran off to fix the server (Plenty of other shit went wrong, but none of it was noticed by the audience, because we're awesome. Not a single server reboot needed this time). Broke it all down, went home.
When the ibuprofen for my shoulder took affect, a hammer could not have knocked me out more quickly.
Stupid. Effective.
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Long, bold struggles. |10:25 PM| The point, the aim, the current value of my meditation is to change the way I communicate my thoughts to others. If I'm going to speak, say what I say boldly, if I lack the conviction, don't say it (no mumbling). My speech should be more meaningful than breaking wind during a thunderstorm.
If I had some idea but previously got distracted or wasn't bold enough to say it, don't just agree with the person who happens to come up with that same idea. I end up sounding like a sycophant or David Brent from "The Office".
I still do too much internal forehead smacking of "That was a good idea, why didn't you say it?" or "Christ that was a DUMB idea, why'd you spit that out?". I still talk too much, it makes it all sound like lying. The idea is to remove dwelling, but not contemplation.
While I can't count to 5 before every statement, Relax, relax. Happy mediums.
On the physical front, I have the core workout from the doc's office, and I've killed all the wasps near the weight benches. It's time to start getting strong again.
Mental/spiritual front, beyond school, do I have time to volunteer at "A Safe Place"? Unlikely. CPR cert? Maybe. A camping first aid course would probably be more useful, I have no idea how to set/splint a broken bone. I can at least go donate some blood.
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Oh mein Gott! Ich habe eine Axt im Kopf! |11:59 PM| Friday is my last day as a "free" man, the new job starts. I quit my job as an IT guy, I plowed through thousands of dollars in savings to finally...get a part time job as an IT guy.
Far be it from me to define my self worth through my job, but, bleah.
I wanted to work for the data recovery guys, but, geez fellas I could have earned more money at Z-Tejas, and that would have involved fewer crying customers. I'll probably send some customers their way, since I like their business model.
My muscles are atrophying.
Beyond that, I almost got into a fight the other day that
A. I would have been unable to talk my way out of
B. I would have absolutely, doubtlessly lost
C. would have meant a trip to the hospital.
As I lack medical insurance it's time to go back to a self defense course, and start lifting weights again. And running, a good defense. Right after I get that CPR or first aid cert. And finish framing those knick knacks.
Suzy is in California, I miss her. This is excellent practice for the end of August. Have I already commented about my luck with current and future grad school students?
http://www.wildbits.com/tunatic/
"Oh my God! There's an axe in my head!" translated into various languages.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I keep misspelling calendar |4:23 PM| I've been having to set aside time every couple of days specifically for reading. I just don't have the same "waiting room" time as I used to.
I wonder if I should start podcasting something like a Reading Rainbow type show. It'd be for all the digital-nerds out there who like me have fallen out of the habit of analog, linear information absorption. Reading, say, "On Liberty" out loud would also help to re-teach me to use my chest voice, maybe get rid of the increasingly nasal voice I've been using. I know a most dorks out there would keep moving the progress bar around, and be hitting wikipedia for a summary, but some would get back to their roots.
If I start riding the bus a lot more I suppose that'll give me a chance.
http://factory.lego.com/gallery/bricks.aspx
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No rest for the wickedly idiotic |5:20 AM| How impressed can you be by someone's actions if you think said actions are intensely stupid? "Wow, he's damned good at pissing on alligators! In the eye, every time!"
I stayed up for some 50+ hours over the weekend. This, that is just colossally stupid. It is the Laocoon of poor planning, something to be studied as a nigh perfect example of dumb.
There was just too goddamn shit to DO. I'd had some issues this past Thursday and was basically asleep most of the daylight hours. Guilt from wasting a day became dedication to completing a huge portion of my current job list.
It's all pretty hazy but I think I was having crepe's at Suzy's place when this started.
First off was all the damn studying on Friday, I had to skip out on a birthday party for a roommate, a party at my very house, and some kind of wandering drinking adventure that ended up as a pool party. However I punched through a ton of Oceanography chapters, and I think that's when I got my hands on the hagfish article I'm using for extra credit. At about 4am the then-drunk Sandra was nice enough to help me with the assignment "...devise a method, using household items, to describe [some tectonic forces] to a school child". I had to crop my ugly mug out of most of the pictures, since my facial expressions would have surely affected my grade.
Unable to sleep that morning, I headed up to ACC to find the location of the buried treasure of me student loans. Arrr.
I finished the write up on the tectonics project at their computer lab.
From there I went to fix Cass's computer, killed a bunch of crap plugins and realplayer, cursed the bizarre Windows.0 folder I had spawned, and ended up helping Chris fix his machine as well. "Fix" really meant "Buy new power supply and spend twice as long as usual wiring it back in because it was a friend's machine".
From there I helped with some of their party projects, circular sawed some wood using a tree stump, big dumbbells and yelling as a saw horse, and picked up my cake container from Jami (I could tell by her reaction that I already had the bug-eyed, looney tunes expression I get when I've been up for too long).
I ended up staying the night at Cass's place as a social outing. Erik presented Rambo (gorgeous BluRay, damned impressive film making, great commentary by Stallone) I knew I'd crash if I slept so I stayed awake with Erik until 9am. I stopped by to visit Suzy again, went home to prep for the Roller Derby webcast, found out they'd changed venues, started negotiations for camera risers, found out my laptop was now a big brick, the normal problems. I had free passes for Suzy, Cass, Amanda. I ran into Amanda and probably spooked the hell out of her, whoops, great 3rd impression, Brendan, handed out the tickets, made cursory introductions between parties, and ran off to fix the server (Plenty of other shit went wrong, but none of it was noticed by the audience, because we're awesome. Not a single server reboot needed this time). Broke it all down, went home.
When the ibuprofen for my shoulder took affect, a hammer could not have knocked me out more quickly.
Stupid. Effective.
Labels: Cass, ChrisH, Erik, Suzy
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Long, bold struggles. |10:25 PM| The point, the aim, the current value of my meditation is to change the way I communicate my thoughts to others. If I'm going to speak, say what I say boldly, if I lack the conviction, don't say it (no mumbling). My speech should be more meaningful than breaking wind during a thunderstorm.
If I had some idea but previously got distracted or wasn't bold enough to say it, don't just agree with the person who happens to come up with that same idea. I end up sounding like a sycophant or David Brent from "The Office".
I still do too much internal forehead smacking of "That was a good idea, why didn't you say it?" or "Christ that was a DUMB idea, why'd you spit that out?". I still talk too much, it makes it all sound like lying. The idea is to remove dwelling, but not contemplation.
While I can't count to 5 before every statement, Relax, relax. Happy mediums.
On the physical front, I have the core workout from the doc's office, and I've killed all the wasps near the weight benches. It's time to start getting strong again.
Mental/spiritual front, beyond school, do I have time to volunteer at "A Safe Place"? Unlikely. CPR cert? Maybe. A camping first aid course would probably be more useful, I have no idea how to set/splint a broken bone. I can at least go donate some blood.
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