Saturday, July 31, 2004


Not sure if that's a movie quote or not, but it's the only thing I have to say at the moment. I know I promised a drunken update last night, but as I didn't arrive home until 3:30, that's a.m. boys and girls, I didn't have it in me. I swear, sometimes living in Nevada is my own personal cross to bear. I don't know how things are where you live, but there's no 'stop selling alcohol' time in Nevada. It's kinda scary, really. If I had wanted to, I could have stopped at 7-Eleven and picked up a pint of liquor. Or any of the 5 24 hr grocery stores, and picked up a fifth.

Let's see. K was the first person to recognize me. She's one of the people I knew after High School too, so that's not unexpected. Saw a lot of people, had a lot of fun. Drank a LOT of beer. I saw H, my crush. You know, that one...Your forever. God, she looked good. Circumstances didn't allow me to talk to her last night, but I'm sure we'll chat at dinner tonight. If I don't fucking die first.

7:15 is an early wake up call when you get home at 3:30, let me tell you. It's about 3:45 p.m. now, and I'm trying to decide if I have enough time for a short nap. Golf was good. Long tho, as there was a bit of a cock up centered around the shotgun start, so we just lined up. Made for a long wait to get started. I forgot sunscreen again, and got eaten up pretty well by the sun. Heh, happily I plan on wearing a long-sleeved shirt tonight.

Saw Harrold last night too. One of my best buds. I shot pictures of his wedding for him. That was my gift to them. Sometimes, it's almost criminal that I get out of buying/agonizing over a gift by the simple expedient of working 2 or 3 hrs, and getting a free meal, and free booze.

So far, so good, I have to say. I'm pretty sure I'm going to take a hour here and get a good power nap. Just to give you some perspective, I think the first beer was cracked on the 2nd hole...what...8:45-9:00 a.m. It went down hill from there. Not that I'm totally swacked or anything, and of course, I've been using cabs/sober friends to get around, but I'm so tired. And I still have a dinner to go to. My throat is sore from talking over the music last night, and believe me when I tell you that I can.

So, I want to say that I'll update after dinner, but no promises.



Friday, July 30, 2004

God hates me, that's what it is. Hate him back. Works for me

So...the day of the reunion, and I wake up with my right eye bothering me. I pull my ass to the bathroom to shower and the like. Look at my reflection to find that something, a mosquito, I'm guessing, decided to bite me in my sleep. On my right eyelid. My eye was swolen up like...I don't know what. But not attractive at all.

Oh well, that's life, I think. Do the shower thing, go downstairs to make coffee, grab the paper, and get my brush. Not enough beans to make coffee. Paper's either late or not arriving (don't get me started on the lameness of my paper carrier), and my hairbrush is nowhere to be found. I can hear some of you laughing, but when you have long hair, and I do, it's a necessity.

I eventually found my brush, so, one thing less. And, as I write this, lunch at work again, my eye problem has resolved itself, so at least I don't look like a freak anymore.

I anticipate a lot of beer consumption tonight, and will post more later



Thursday, July 29, 2004

You're gonna regret that for the rest of your life... Both seconds of it.

I got home and I was bored, so I played a bit.

I'm still thinking about it.  20 years.  That's a long time.  Now, don't worry, because I'm not one of those maudlin types that laments lost futures.  I tend to think more in terms of what we have now, and how advanced the generation of my children is , and has still yet to be.

Hell, I remember when cd players came out, for crying out loud.  A t.v. without a remote?  Unheard of.  A black and white t.v.  You're kidding right?  I have a friend, L, once told her mom that the t.v. was broken because there was no color.

My 9 year old niece is faster on a computer than some of the people I work with.  It's just amazing, and it's only getting worse/better.  Technology, by it's very nature experiences what is called an 'exponential' growth.  In the simplest terms, growth is by doubling: i.e.  128k becomes 256 et. al.

Even things like microwave ovens.  Do you remember the first one you ever saw?  I do.  Was an Amana Radarange.  Huge, shiny, silver thing.  Owned by the 'rich people' who's house we sat while they were away.  Plush digs, too.  They had remote control t.v.'s, all big.  I remember when Jim bought a Sony Betamax/t.v. combo.  Must have been like 1974-1975.  Had to have cost beaucoup bucks.

Just my thoughts tho.



p.s. the old pentium is still winning...sigh...

I've got a bad feeling about this...

Wow...can't believe it took me so long to use a Star Wars quote.

It seems to have snuck up on me.  This weekend I will be attending my *cough* 20 year class reunion.  I knew it was this Summer, but I guess I wasn't paying attention to how fast the summer was rolling by.  Much like the last 20 years, I must say.  So, I've spent the morning going over my High School days, and the intervening years.

I'm at work, listening to Rush, and doing my lunch hour as I type this.  At least it's not sweltering in here.  I'm sure it's too hot outside tho.

The reunion starts Friday night, at a pair of local bars.  That should clue you in.  If the Carson High class of 1984 did nothing else, we did know how to party.  I can assure that the party will be on in Carson City this weekend.  I don't know how in the fuck I'm going to be up to start golfing at the ungodly hour of 8:30 a.m.  Time for dark glasses, and a Tylenol milkshake, I guess.

Well, lunch is almost over...guess I'll post this...maybe more later, and look for a drunken update late tomorrow night.  Prolly Sat night too.



Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Chee. Unlimited technology of the universe, and we drivin' 'round in a Ford P.O.S

Multi tasking, again.  Eq, blog, artificial respiration.

I swear, one of my hardest jobs is keeping old computers alive.  Right now, the task before me is to continue the existence of a Pentium 90.  Yes, a Pentium so old, it doesn't even get a I.  I'm reassembling my work box of the same make/model to (hopefully) get it to recognize a 9gig (sigh) drive.  Even as week speak, it's spread across the table in my dining room.

But, I digress.

I've been fighting this little grey deamon for almost 10mos now.  Today, however, it will bow to my skills. ( Yeah, right)  ...more later... 

Wow...much's Wednesday evening.  Karckdafrakkin computer.  Everything fell to shit yesterday.  I don't really want to bore you with the details.

Another day, another week, another month, another year of my fucking life.  Up early.  Walk to work.  Work.  Got a ride home, which is nice.  Sitting here, too hot to do much.  Was only 95 today.  I've started hearing the geese tho.  That usually means an early autum.  I sure hope so, although we have yet to even begin August.

I should have a car by the second week of August.  Heh.  We'll see.

Anyhow, guess that's it for now.



Monday, July 26, 2004

Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.

Another day, another weekend has come and gone. Work was not bad today, except for the slowness of my computer. Was in the high 80's when I was coming home. Wind was up too.


I love  the wind.  I'll tell you three things that don't mix:

  1. Wind
  2. Long hair

There's nothing quite as irritating as the feel of hair on your lips, and then to have it held there with a lip balm is just maddening.  I'll tell you what tho Carmex is the pope's hat when it comes to lip protection.  You can keep your Blistex, and your Chap-Stik, or whatever else they're pandering out there these days.


I live in what is conviently known as a Dry Midlatitude Climate.  I call it a mountain desert.  In practical terms, this means that you bake all summer, and freeze all winter.  Hot arid winds in the summer;  cold, wet, cutting ones in the winter.  There's always wind.  It's a feature of the landscape.  They are  called Mountain Winds, if you want to look it up. 


We do, however, get 4 distinct seasons, which is actually nice, and I can see the actual substance of the Milky Way at night.  Our clouds and sunsets, I wouldn't trade for anything, and through it all, Carmex has been my constant companion.  Even when I moved to other places, lived other me's.  There are reasons, of course.  Not only does it cover and protect your lips, but it also has camphor in it.  Camphor is a great way to stop canker sores.


I don't know if you've ever bitten the inside of your cheek, or the bottom of your tounge, and opened one of these nasty bastards, but if you have, you'll appreiciate this.  Application of the smallest amout, once, maybe twice daily, and the sore will never mature.  It's a godsend.


Oh, by the way, I paid $1.39 for my last 1/4 ounce jar, and I've had it for about a year and a half now.  Not only that, but it's made by the Carma Lab in Franklin, Wisconsin.  I don't know about you, but I can use all the Karma I can get.


Well, enough about Carmex.





Sunday, July 25, 2004

If your head comes away from your neck, it's over.

Wow.....been a while.

It's just been to hot to blog.  Thursday reached a broiling 97 degrees.  That may not sound like a lot to some of you, and there's the old 'it's a dry heat' saw that I hear whenever I complain about living in a desert.  I've lived in Florida, thus I know how humid, wet heat can just sap your strength, and I'll grant you, you can feel those effects at much lower temperatures.  Dry heat, though, can be just as bad.  There's a type of dry heat that almost every one is familiar with.  We call it an oven.

Thc cicada's just started up outside.  I wasn't sure if they would.  Pops still denies that we have them, but that's just Pops.

Cool links for the week: 

I'm watching golf and playing EQ  as I do this.  Kenny Perry just holed out from 172 yds with an 8 iron for Eagle.  Very pretty shot. 


Guess that's all for now.



Wednesday, July 21, 2004

This must be a Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursday's

I realized, as I was making my 4th post, I recall, that the first 3 titles were, in fact quotes from movies.  I assure you, this was unintentional.  I noticed this because I chose to name my 4th one from National Lampoon's Vacation.  The first one.  Still my favorite of the bunch.

Of course, as soon as I realized it, I figured I'd roll with it, and see where it went.  I found myself coming up with great quotes, but found that my posts seldom reflected the title.  Heh...Guess that could be my fault.  Be that is it may, I shall continue, I think, to name them so.

I know that nobody will read this, but if you do, post a comment and see which movie quotes you can place.  You can even leave a quote for me to place.

Anyhow, on to the post.

5:00 a.m. Alarm goes off.  You're kidding, right?  I can barely move.  Manage to get up.  Shower.  Downstairs to make coffee.  Psyche myself up for the walk to work.  Between cars, atm.

Had a pretty good day at work.  Still listening to Version 2.0 way to much.  Not looking forward to tomorrow.  I have nearly 1400 scanned documents that I have no paper document for.  I can see problems already.

Writing from home tonight, which is odd, as I usually use my lunch hour at work to post.  But, here I sit, with a beer at my left hand, letting the day roll off me.  Didn't even have to walk home, which is a bonus.  It's SO hot here.  The fire is 100% contained.

Bit of a family dinner tonight.  My sis and her S.O. are coming over.  May bring my niece, but you never know. 

Guess that's all for now.



Monday, July 19, 2004

We are men of action, lies do not become us.

I've been eating way too many sunflower seeds lately.  You'd think, what with it being summer and all, and the HUGE fire raging on the west side of town, I'd be a little wary.  But alas, that is not the case.
My lips are split, peeling, and painful.  I know it's wrong, and I know it's bad, but I can't stop myself.  I'm eating more, even as I type.  I buy the Frito Lay, 2 for a dollar bags, they hold 3 ounces, and are stocked at the checkout counter.  I average a bag to a bag and a half a day.
It's nuts, I tell you (punintentional, that).
In other news, the fire is 95% contained, and should be fully so by tonight sometime.  My son got to his aunt's house safely. 
Saw I, Robot over the weekend.  Not a bad flick, imho.  I haven't read the Azimov book ( or, if I did, it was long enough ago that I've forgotten I did), so I can't comment on the accuracy of the movie translation.  I found the ending to be a bit strange tho...  Not  sure I get it.
I've been playing the shit out of my Garbage Version 2.0 album.  I can't seem to get enough of it.  Especially track 6, Hammering in my Head.  Good stuff.  Check it out.
My boss is eyeing me tho, so ttfn.

Friday, July 16, 2004

I'm a chainbelt in Kung Fu...Bruce Lee was my teacher.

Another day is upon us, and the fire continues to rage on the northwestern edge of town.  They've classified it a Type 1, which I guess is a bad thing.  The smoke is horrible, and flames have shot up to 200' high.  High winds and heat, with possible dry lightning storms are predicted for later today.  It's going to get worse before it gets better.  Fire is bad
My son leaves tomorrow at 11:30 in the am.  It's been a good visit.  I prolly won't get to see him again until November.  That's the scheduled time for our annual sojourn to Disneyland.  Yes, it's trite, overdone, and totally fun.
Guess that's all for today.


Thursday, July 15, 2004

You can't be anal retentive if you don't have an anus.

The fire I mentioned yesterday made national news Fire Story.

Pretty impressive for small town news. It was so smoky here yesterday, I could look at the sun wearing only my cheapo-gas-station-$4.99-special sunglasses. Was kinda tough to breathe tho.

Not much else going on. Son leaves for home on Saturday. Been a good visit, and I'm going to miss him when he's gone.

These guys crack me up.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

With great power comes great responsibility

Can you guess what movie I saw yesterday?

Bet you can. A friend got my son and me in for free, and that's always nice. The movie was good, I thought. Pretty true to the nature of the comic, even though some parts of it didn't ring as true as others.

Big fire burning on the mountains west of town today. Smoke and haze fill the air. We're also in a direct line for the smoke from the large Yosemite fire burning in California. Smells like a smokehouse outside. Pretty red sunsets though.

Work sucks today. Not that it's ever paradise, you understand.


Tuesday, July 13, 2004

It's living history, Ellen...

Spent Sunday last in Virginia City with my son, sister, brother-in-law, and my niece. My son is visiting, and had never been there. There are some interesting things to see there. Among the notables, is one of my favorites.

There is a museum of the Territorial Enterprise, and you can see Mark Twain's desk. He was actually working for the TE when he started using his pseudonym.

The town is kinda touristy, and therefore, a bit overpriced. I hadn't been there in years, and was surprised to find a new business there. In one of the buildings at the North end of town, there is now a pizza joint called The Red Dog Saloon.

Excellent food, and the prices were unbelieveable. Large combo, $14.95. Unheard of in this day and age, and to find it in VC almost caused a heart stoppage.


Sunday, July 11, 2004

A Day at the Races

Had another one of those serendiptious days. My brother-in-law (for all intents and purposes, that is) called me up and asked if my son and I would like to go to the local circle track for a night of free racing.

As only a fool would decline such an invitation, we went. Asshole cop pulled us over for doing 51 in a 35. But in our defense, it's a pretty isolated road, nothing but sagebrush and sand out there. He didn't ticket us, and I think he was just stopping people to throw his weight around.

The races were pretty good. They ran my favorite class, that being the Supermodifieds. Picture a sandrail with a sheetmetal body, and an alcohol burning V8 engine. They're fast.

Anyhow, it's late now, and I must sleep.


Friday, July 09, 2004


That last was a bit dismal.

Lesse....Things are pretty good, at the moment. My son is visiting, and we've shared some things I didn't think we would.

Getting ready for the annual trip to Dland (I'm so freaking broke, it's not funny.)

The J. O. B is the job, and it will always be, I guess.

Bye for now.


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I've given up. Totally. The world is a cesspool of corruption and dog fucking.

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