It's 10:15 pm on 12/19.
All of my Christmas shopping is done.
Well, except for my Mom. I still have no idea what to get her. My sister has been NO help whatsoever.
I did manage to get her (my sis) something that she really wants, and my niece as well. The trick lies in not letting them know what they got.
I also managed to get Sis's S.O. something that they both need....as well as something just for him....
It's been a busy day.
We stopped at the Pinon on the way home, and I'm pretty fuckerd up. Good thing it's only about 150 yards (if that)from there to my driveway.
On a side note.....if you read here, please let me know.
I am a human animal, after all, and I would kill to know who's dropping by.
Mi gato y queso,
T.
Monday, December 19, 2005
I'm dreaming of a....
White Christmas.
This is what I woke up to yesterday morning. There was less than half an inch on my way home Sunday. God was busy during the night.
It's been pretty hectic lately, thus the lack of posting. Some notable highlights:
1. My beloved Carmex has gone the way of all flesh. Yes, our journey together is finally finished.
2. My psycho ex has become even more so in the past week or so, to the point of harassing my mother through email. She's now blocked. Some people.
4. Had my Christmas party at work yesterday. The gift bag was full of holiday goodness, including gourmet cocoa, and the card, ah, the card. A $50.00 Walmart card, and a 50 dollar bill. Can I get a Hell Yeah!?!
5. Pops and I are going Christmas shopping today, and I envision a marathon session. Walmart 6 days before Christmas. I don't have high hopes of making it out alive. Plus Target, the craft store (sis wants a mickey scrapbook to chronicle our vacations), and anywhere else we may end up. Lunch, of course will be In and Out. I'm so glad we finally got one here.
Ok, there's your brief update. I'll try to blog later (as if any of you really care to hear my day-to-day) but no promises. I have a feeling that I'm going to be pretty worked by the time I get home.
Wishing all of you the best Chrismachaunaquanzaka ever.
Buenos con queso,
T.
This is what I woke up to yesterday morning. There was less than half an inch on my way home Sunday. God was busy during the night.
It's been pretty hectic lately, thus the lack of posting. Some notable highlights:
1. My beloved Carmex has gone the way of all flesh. Yes, our journey together is finally finished.
2. My psycho ex has become even more so in the past week or so, to the point of harassing my mother through email. She's now blocked. Some people.
4. Had my Christmas party at work yesterday. The gift bag was full of holiday goodness, including gourmet cocoa, and the card, ah, the card. A $50.00 Walmart card, and a 50 dollar bill. Can I get a Hell Yeah!?!
5. Pops and I are going Christmas shopping today, and I envision a marathon session. Walmart 6 days before Christmas. I don't have high hopes of making it out alive. Plus Target, the craft store (sis wants a mickey scrapbook to chronicle our vacations), and anywhere else we may end up. Lunch, of course will be In and Out. I'm so glad we finally got one here.
Ok, there's your brief update. I'll try to blog later (as if any of you really care to hear my day-to-day) but no promises. I have a feeling that I'm going to be pretty worked by the time I get home.
Wishing all of you the best Chrismachaunaquanzaka ever.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
The answer it beer.....
It doesn't really matter what the question is.
The answer is: Beer.
Ima bit tipsy, and Ima bit loose.
Here's some advice, and it was Jefferson Airplane that said it:
You better find somebody to love.
Well, as I've given up on that, I guess I'm just looking for someone to get plowed with.
If you know any 'party girls' in the CA/NV area, give them my addy. We'll go out and drink lots of alcohol and have a GREAT time.
Tell all your friends about me...
Well, the beer is catching up with me...
T.
The answer is: Beer.
Ima bit tipsy, and Ima bit loose.
Here's some advice, and it was Jefferson Airplane that said it:
You better find somebody to love.
Well, as I've given up on that, I guess I'm just looking for someone to get plowed with.
If you know any 'party girls' in the CA/NV area, give them my addy. We'll go out and drink lots of alcohol and have a GREAT time.
Tell all your friends about me...
Well, the beer is catching up with me...
T.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Stomach churning
Bowels cleching
Sorry.
That's a Simpson's quote. Gawd, I love Homer. He's such a tool.
I'm on the phone right now ( say hi to Jessi.)
Time for me to take a shower, but I just thought I'd drop in.
Going out to party tonight, and I hope all goes well. I'll try and bring back some pictures.
Queso y gatos,
T.
Sorry.
That's a Simpson's quote. Gawd, I love Homer. He's such a tool.
I'm on the phone right now ( say hi to Jessi.)
Time for me to take a shower, but I just thought I'd drop in.
Going out to party tonight, and I hope all goes well. I'll try and bring back some pictures.
Queso y gatos,
T.
Friday, December 02, 2005
The whole wide world an endless universe...
Yet, we keep looking through,
The eyeglass in reverse.
Don't feed the people,
But we feed the machines....
There's some more Rush lyrics for you. The song is called Territories, and it's on the Power Windows cd. If you don't know the song, I highly recommend it. If you do, then by all means, listen to it.
It's been a tough couplea days. I think I mentioned losing a friend at work. That, despite any personal feelings has affected me in other ways as well. Today is Friday, and I'm not at work. That's a comparative rarity. I also have Tuesday off. The split day off thing is a mixed blessing. Shorter weeks, but shorter days off too.
It was a good day, for the most part. Pops and I headed over to Aimee's house, and watched 3/5 of Elf. Also, we scored an entire loaf of Spice Loaf. My sister assures me that one slice has more calories and more something else than a can of soda.
I give it 3 days. I don't know if I've told you this or not, but our house is where sweets come to die. You know how we have 'the boogey man?' Sweet stuff tells it's young about our house. 'Be good, or Pops and T.J.'ll get you.' Hell, I've been known to drink a whole 6-pack of soda in an evening.
Believe it or not, I still have this jar of Carmex.
It's much closer to being empty now, and I think I'm going to make it to the end. We're approaching 3 years with the same Carmex. I'm not sure, but I think that's a record.
Not just for me, but worldwide. Hell, if nobody can dispute it, I'll claim the title right now.
I think Pops is making turkey pot pie. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about the 9 for a dollar Wal-Mart specials, or even the expensive Marie Callender's ones. He's down there with pie dough, diced veggies, and turkey stock/soup that he made from our dead bird.
I'm so fucking spoiled. If anybody reading this is close enough to stop by for some, by all means, show up.
Guess I'm done.
Si muedeo mi vaca,
T.
The eyeglass in reverse.
Don't feed the people,
But we feed the machines....
There's some more Rush lyrics for you. The song is called Territories, and it's on the Power Windows cd. If you don't know the song, I highly recommend it. If you do, then by all means, listen to it.
It's been a tough couplea days. I think I mentioned losing a friend at work. That, despite any personal feelings has affected me in other ways as well. Today is Friday, and I'm not at work. That's a comparative rarity. I also have Tuesday off. The split day off thing is a mixed blessing. Shorter weeks, but shorter days off too.
It was a good day, for the most part. Pops and I headed over to Aimee's house, and watched 3/5 of Elf. Also, we scored an entire loaf of Spice Loaf. My sister assures me that one slice has more calories and more something else than a can of soda.
I give it 3 days. I don't know if I've told you this or not, but our house is where sweets come to die. You know how we have 'the boogey man?' Sweet stuff tells it's young about our house. 'Be good, or Pops and T.J.'ll get you.' Hell, I've been known to drink a whole 6-pack of soda in an evening.
Believe it or not, I still have this jar of Carmex.
It's much closer to being empty now, and I think I'm going to make it to the end. We're approaching 3 years with the same Carmex. I'm not sure, but I think that's a record.
Not just for me, but worldwide. Hell, if nobody can dispute it, I'll claim the title right now.
I think Pops is making turkey pot pie. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about the 9 for a dollar Wal-Mart specials, or even the expensive Marie Callender's ones. He's down there with pie dough, diced veggies, and turkey stock/soup that he made from our dead bird.
I'm so fucking spoiled. If anybody reading this is close enough to stop by for some, by all means, show up.
Guess I'm done.
Si muedeo mi vaca,
T.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
My brain is stuck in first gear.....
I really have nothing noteworthy or earth-shattering to report. It's been back to the grind ever since I got home from California.
We lost another operator at work. It's a real bummer for 2 reasons. She was a real hoot to work with, and on top of that was a fantastic operator. She picked everything up really fast, and was just a rockin' employee.
I'ma miss her alot, as an operator, and as a friend.
Thanksgiving dinner was great, but I was fighting a sore throat cold thing, so I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I might have. We ate at my sister's house, and then I worked from 5:30-11:00 pm. Everyone works on holidays, you see.
We had our first snow on Monday last. In total we got about 1.5 inches, depending where in town you were. This was followed by just enough rain to melt all the snow. I'm ok with that. Driving in the snow is such a pain in the ass.
Gnagahh.....
Guess that's all you get. Brain won't engage.
Se muedo me vaca,
T.
We lost another operator at work. It's a real bummer for 2 reasons. She was a real hoot to work with, and on top of that was a fantastic operator. She picked everything up really fast, and was just a rockin' employee.
I'ma miss her alot, as an operator, and as a friend.
Thanksgiving dinner was great, but I was fighting a sore throat cold thing, so I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I might have. We ate at my sister's house, and then I worked from 5:30-11:00 pm. Everyone works on holidays, you see.
We had our first snow on Monday last. In total we got about 1.5 inches, depending where in town you were. This was followed by just enough rain to melt all the snow. I'm ok with that. Driving in the snow is such a pain in the ass.
Gnagahh.....
Guess that's all you get. Brain won't engage.
Se muedo me vaca,
T.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
It was almost too rare....
Whew....
I had a great time over the last 5 days or so, but boy am I tired.
What follow is almost sure to be very lengthy, so settle yerself.
Friday morning saw us on the road. We stopped to see Sis on the way out of town, and secured coffee (eggnog latte for me, black regular for Pops), and heading out of town at 8:30. We marked the semi-halfway mark in Walnut Creek, where I did indeed get my cheese steak sadwich.
After some driving around, and a tour of my old stomping grounds, we gassed up and got back on the road. We had clear sailing for most of the trip. It was hard to believe. Hardly any traffic, no cops, no bad weather....it was great. Then, just as we neared our final destination...a scant 5-8 miles from M's house, we hit traffic. Bigtime.
We crept and crawled along until we got to an exit, from which, I know the way on the surface streets. We slid off the highway, and arrived about 10 mins later. 477 miles from my front door to his.
Not a bad haul, and we made excellent time. M was at work, but came home at 7ish for lunch. We did our howdies, and spent his lunch hour catching up a bit.
He was working the next day as well, so Poppa and I went to Pismo Beach to get some saltwater taffy. Needless to say, the weather was beautiful the whole time we were there.
On the way back, we happened on this place. I'm not sure exactly what they do there, but I'll bet it's fun to watch. After that, we went back to the house and just hung out, having family time.
Sunday arrived, and that was party day. It was also football day, and I'm shocked to be able to report that the Raiders won.
No, really.
I shot lots of photos at the party, but decided that you would all be bored with them, so I haven't posted any of them. If you want to see some, let me know. There was beer (for the adults), tons of food, killer cake, and a game of Hacky Sak. I managed to put a mild sprain on my left ankle while playing, but like a trooper, I toughed it out and was one of the last 2 playing when the game died.
Monday saw Poppa, M, and I heading to Morro Bay, where I used to live. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have no photos of the trip, but it was nice. We walked down the beach hunting shells and the like. I managed to find 2 intact sand dollars as well as a fair amount of really cool shells. Afterwards, we had lunch at a diner (poppa's chowder is better by far) and headed home. We got home just in time for M to go to the movies with his 2 sisters, and I took a much needed nap. We had barbecued steak and steamed clams for dinner, and that was it for Monday.
Tuesday saw our exit. We took our time on the way home, and when we got to Gilroy, we just had to stop. We went into Garlic World, and spent some money. Prolly a little more than we should have, but we got plenty of swag. We spent 23 bucks and change, but that netted us like 6 avacados, 5 heads of garlic, and the other various items here. So far, my fave are thegarlic pistacio nuts.
The ride home was alright, and as we neared home, we decided to have dinner at the Pinon. They have a really killer deal these days, and so off we went. I ordered the New York Steak, and after my chat with the waitress about how I can never seem to get a true rare steak she ran off to the kitchen.
Not 10 minutes later...I had hardly touched my salad, she came back with not only a fucking perfect steak, but a hunk of prime rib for poppa that was nearly 2 inches thick. Mutha fucka, but it was good. For almost 2 seconds I thought about sending my meat back for a little more heat, but in the end it seemed more trouble than it was worth.
After that, we came home, and I crashed like a speed freak at the end of a runner. It was back to work today, and now I've told you the story.
Hope you all didn't miss me too much.
Buenos con queso,
T.
I had a great time over the last 5 days or so, but boy am I tired.
What follow is almost sure to be very lengthy, so settle yerself.
Friday morning saw us on the road. We stopped to see Sis on the way out of town, and secured coffee (eggnog latte for me, black regular for Pops), and heading out of town at 8:30. We marked the semi-halfway mark in Walnut Creek, where I did indeed get my cheese steak sadwich.
After some driving around, and a tour of my old stomping grounds, we gassed up and got back on the road. We had clear sailing for most of the trip. It was hard to believe. Hardly any traffic, no cops, no bad weather....it was great. Then, just as we neared our final destination...a scant 5-8 miles from M's house, we hit traffic. Bigtime.
We crept and crawled along until we got to an exit, from which, I know the way on the surface streets. We slid off the highway, and arrived about 10 mins later. 477 miles from my front door to his.
Not a bad haul, and we made excellent time. M was at work, but came home at 7ish for lunch. We did our howdies, and spent his lunch hour catching up a bit.
He was working the next day as well, so Poppa and I went to Pismo Beach to get some saltwater taffy. Needless to say, the weather was beautiful the whole time we were there.
On the way back, we happened on this place. I'm not sure exactly what they do there, but I'll bet it's fun to watch. After that, we went back to the house and just hung out, having family time.
Sunday arrived, and that was party day. It was also football day, and I'm shocked to be able to report that the Raiders won.
No, really.
I shot lots of photos at the party, but decided that you would all be bored with them, so I haven't posted any of them. If you want to see some, let me know. There was beer (for the adults), tons of food, killer cake, and a game of Hacky Sak. I managed to put a mild sprain on my left ankle while playing, but like a trooper, I toughed it out and was one of the last 2 playing when the game died.
Monday saw Poppa, M, and I heading to Morro Bay, where I used to live. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I have no photos of the trip, but it was nice. We walked down the beach hunting shells and the like. I managed to find 2 intact sand dollars as well as a fair amount of really cool shells. Afterwards, we had lunch at a diner (poppa's chowder is better by far) and headed home. We got home just in time for M to go to the movies with his 2 sisters, and I took a much needed nap. We had barbecued steak and steamed clams for dinner, and that was it for Monday.
Tuesday saw our exit. We took our time on the way home, and when we got to Gilroy, we just had to stop. We went into Garlic World, and spent some money. Prolly a little more than we should have, but we got plenty of swag. We spent 23 bucks and change, but that netted us like 6 avacados, 5 heads of garlic, and the other various items here. So far, my fave are thegarlic pistacio nuts.
The ride home was alright, and as we neared home, we decided to have dinner at the Pinon. They have a really killer deal these days, and so off we went. I ordered the New York Steak, and after my chat with the waitress about how I can never seem to get a true rare steak she ran off to the kitchen.
Not 10 minutes later...I had hardly touched my salad, she came back with not only a fucking perfect steak, but a hunk of prime rib for poppa that was nearly 2 inches thick. Mutha fucka, but it was good. For almost 2 seconds I thought about sending my meat back for a little more heat, but in the end it seemed more trouble than it was worth.
After that, we came home, and I crashed like a speed freak at the end of a runner. It was back to work today, and now I've told you the story.
Hope you all didn't miss me too much.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Friday, November 18, 2005
I've been a bad boy.....
I've neglected to blog lately. Thus it is that I have some news to share that should have been posted earlier, but there you go.
My son turns 18 on Monday. Through an act of God, I'm actually going to be able to go see him. In fact I will be leaving in a scant 30 mins or so to start the drive down to his house.
It's about 8-9 hours from where I am, depending on traffic and the like. I'm going to be gone for 5 days. We have some cool things planned for the trip (pops is going too) and as soon as my son decides exactly what he wants to do for his birthday, we'll have even more.
I plan to take lots of photos, so be prepared for that.
I'd love to chat more, but I must finish packing. Hell, I have to start packing for that matter. At least I did my laundry.
Last night, I might add.
...Heh...
Told you I was the king of procrastinators.
El sombrero los carne,
T.
My son turns 18 on Monday. Through an act of God, I'm actually going to be able to go see him. In fact I will be leaving in a scant 30 mins or so to start the drive down to his house.
It's about 8-9 hours from where I am, depending on traffic and the like. I'm going to be gone for 5 days. We have some cool things planned for the trip (pops is going too) and as soon as my son decides exactly what he wants to do for his birthday, we'll have even more.
I plan to take lots of photos, so be prepared for that.
I'd love to chat more, but I must finish packing. Hell, I have to start packing for that matter. At least I did my laundry.
Last night, I might add.
...Heh...
Told you I was the king of procrastinators.
El sombrero los carne,
T.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Driven
I started this post much earlier in the day, but my computer went off while I was using it.
Twice.
Well, actually, all the power went off and came back on, but I was on my 'puter for 2 of them.
After the second one, I decided to cut my losses and post later.
Got a few things to talk about:
Poppa and I broke down and bought some Omaha Steaks. It's been a long time coming, and we were a bit skeptical, but I'm here to say that they're pretty damn good.
Poppa cut his with his fork.
Omaha gets a big Hurrah from me.
I've also got a new blog to introduce you to. She's new, and starting kinda slow, but I have high hopes for her. Check her out over here.
I've put in for, and gotten a whopping 5 days off. This is in preparation for a visit to California to celebrate my son's 18th birthday. I can't believe he's going to be 18. It's going to be a long drive, but we'll be stopping in Walnut Creek for a Cheese Steak.
Ok...guess that's all for now....Hope all is well with y'all.
Fuego de las mones,
T.
Twice.
Well, actually, all the power went off and came back on, but I was on my 'puter for 2 of them.
After the second one, I decided to cut my losses and post later.
Got a few things to talk about:
Poppa and I broke down and bought some Omaha Steaks. It's been a long time coming, and we were a bit skeptical, but I'm here to say that they're pretty damn good.
Poppa cut his with his fork.
Omaha gets a big Hurrah from me.
I've also got a new blog to introduce you to. She's new, and starting kinda slow, but I have high hopes for her. Check her out over here.
I've put in for, and gotten a whopping 5 days off. This is in preparation for a visit to California to celebrate my son's 18th birthday. I can't believe he's going to be 18. It's going to be a long drive, but we'll be stopping in Walnut Creek for a Cheese Steak.
Ok...guess that's all for now....Hope all is well with y'all.
Fuego de las mones,
T.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I have dined on Honydew and drunk the milk of Paradise
I'm bored.
I'm sure none of you really care about that, but I just thought I'd share. I'm also broke. This was rent check, and I think my finances = 2+ in the ashtray of my car. I'm also off today, which is a good thing.
I've got split days off this week. Tuesday and Thursday. I also have to watch C.S.I New York tonight. I'd told myself that I wouldn't, that 2 C.S.I.'s were enough for me, but the bastards have outsmarted me. There's a 2 part episode, you see. It started on the Miami one, and will conclude tonight on New York
Bastards. They're out to get me, I know it.
In other news, I finally got around to watching Love Actually. Very cute movie, but again, a real tear-jerker. Very long as well. Like 2:15. I highly reccomend it.
Well, I'm tapped out.
Have a good one.
T.
I'm sure none of you really care about that, but I just thought I'd share. I'm also broke. This was rent check, and I think my finances = 2+ in the ashtray of my car. I'm also off today, which is a good thing.
I've got split days off this week. Tuesday and Thursday. I also have to watch C.S.I New York tonight. I'd told myself that I wouldn't, that 2 C.S.I.'s were enough for me, but the bastards have outsmarted me. There's a 2 part episode, you see. It started on the Miami one, and will conclude tonight on New York
Bastards. They're out to get me, I know it.
In other news, I finally got around to watching Love Actually. Very cute movie, but again, a real tear-jerker. Very long as well. Like 2:15. I highly reccomend it.
Well, I'm tapped out.
Have a good one.
T.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Where, oh where has my Underdog gone?
I don't know if any of you remember Underdog or not, but I was just thinking about him. I'm not sure why, really.
Sweet Polly Purebread....Simon Bar Sinister.
Ah, good times.
Through deserted backstreets, he walked. A streetlight reflected weakly off the damp ground. Random sounds chased him. A dog's bark. Squealing tires. What may have been a gunshot. After all, The Prisoner's Dock is not in a good part of town.
Hell, where it sits can hardly be considered town. Backed up on a lot snuggled up against a freeway overpass. Down a jiggery little alley, crammed in so tight that you'd be lucky to find it. If you could handle yourself, that is.
He looked up, and there was the door. It had been five years since he'd seen it, but it was exactly the same. Red, a deep blood color. Small window, barred and shuttered. No exterior handle. You either got in or you didn't. You only got in if The Doorman knew your face. If he didn't know you, you never left the alley.
The steel was cold beneath his hammering fist. At first, nothing happened. Then, with a slickery whisper, a small rectangle of blackness appeared on the face of the metal plate over the window. After a second or two, a light flashed on, illumintaing his face. He heard a muffled shout of amazement. From the door came a grinding noise. In his mind's eye, he could see a bank vault. All those bolts slipping from their anchors.
The door swung open, and a giant walked out. Jebadiah "Big Jeb" Duncan stood before him, grinning from ear to ear.
"David, you sorry fucker, what in the name of all that's holy are you doing here?"
"Well, Jeb, that's a long story, and one best told inside, if you know what I mean."
"Hell yes. Get your narrow white ass in here, pronto. Jebadiah stepped aside, and usherd David in. Just inside the door was a small room. With Jeb in it, it was miniscule. As the outer door latched, there was a slight bump. A second door opened, and David walked through it. For a moment, he was stunned. The door had looked the same to him, but this was uncanny. He stood looking at the room and could not convince himself that it had been 5 years.
Everyone was there. Instinctively, his eyes shot upwards. He blinked. It couldn't be.
He turned to see Big Jeb standing silent, massive arms crossed. An alligator grin stretched across his face.
"What'd you think, we'd let somebody take it?"
David looked back up. There, nestled in the little nook where he'd always kept it was the bag.
Ok guess Ima do some of that GTA thing. Hope all is well with y'all.
Poquitos los mananas,
T.
Sweet Polly Purebread....Simon Bar Sinister.
Ah, good times.
Through deserted backstreets, he walked. A streetlight reflected weakly off the damp ground. Random sounds chased him. A dog's bark. Squealing tires. What may have been a gunshot. After all, The Prisoner's Dock is not in a good part of town.
Hell, where it sits can hardly be considered town. Backed up on a lot snuggled up against a freeway overpass. Down a jiggery little alley, crammed in so tight that you'd be lucky to find it. If you could handle yourself, that is.
He looked up, and there was the door. It had been five years since he'd seen it, but it was exactly the same. Red, a deep blood color. Small window, barred and shuttered. No exterior handle. You either got in or you didn't. You only got in if The Doorman knew your face. If he didn't know you, you never left the alley.
The steel was cold beneath his hammering fist. At first, nothing happened. Then, with a slickery whisper, a small rectangle of blackness appeared on the face of the metal plate over the window. After a second or two, a light flashed on, illumintaing his face. He heard a muffled shout of amazement. From the door came a grinding noise. In his mind's eye, he could see a bank vault. All those bolts slipping from their anchors.
The door swung open, and a giant walked out. Jebadiah "Big Jeb" Duncan stood before him, grinning from ear to ear.
"David, you sorry fucker, what in the name of all that's holy are you doing here?"
"Well, Jeb, that's a long story, and one best told inside, if you know what I mean."
"Hell yes. Get your narrow white ass in here, pronto. Jebadiah stepped aside, and usherd David in. Just inside the door was a small room. With Jeb in it, it was miniscule. As the outer door latched, there was a slight bump. A second door opened, and David walked through it. For a moment, he was stunned. The door had looked the same to him, but this was uncanny. He stood looking at the room and could not convince himself that it had been 5 years.
Everyone was there. Instinctively, his eyes shot upwards. He blinked. It couldn't be.
He turned to see Big Jeb standing silent, massive arms crossed. An alligator grin stretched across his face.
"What'd you think, we'd let somebody take it?"
David looked back up. There, nestled in the little nook where he'd always kept it was the bag.
Ok guess Ima do some of that GTA thing. Hope all is well with y'all.
Poquitos los mananas,
T.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
That was a bit harsh....
I was a tad liquorpated and feeling put upon. It doesn't change the facts tho. I was on what can only be described as a date, I got up to go take a piss, and came back to find her gone.
Yeah, that's right.
Fucking GONE.
What the shit is that?
So, given the current world we live in, I stayed at the bar at the Pinon Plaza in full view to 'establish an alibi' just in case she showed up knifed in the parking lot or something.
To top it off, they had the fucking world series on t.v. Have I told you of my loathing for baseball? I don't know if I have or not, but I fucking hate it. Imagine me sitting there seething, waiting for the marathon game to end....like 14 innings or some such happy horseshit, just so I can have a verifiable alibi.
What a shmuck, huh?
Anyhoo...guess that's it for now....hope all is well with y'all.
T.
Yeah, that's right.
Fucking GONE.
What the shit is that?
So, given the current world we live in, I stayed at the bar at the Pinon Plaza in full view to 'establish an alibi' just in case she showed up knifed in the parking lot or something.
To top it off, they had the fucking world series on t.v. Have I told you of my loathing for baseball? I don't know if I have or not, but I fucking hate it. Imagine me sitting there seething, waiting for the marathon game to end....like 14 innings or some such happy horseshit, just so I can have a verifiable alibi.
What a shmuck, huh?
Anyhoo...guess that's it for now....hope all is well with y'all.
T.
Fuck you....Fuck every last one of you
That's for every woman that reads my blog.
I try, I really try.
It's been 3 years. On the real.
3 years since I've been out with a girl...since I let myself even care what a girl thinks.
So, G, fuck you.
And the horse you rode in on.
Fuck you all.
Bitter,
T.
I try, I really try.
It's been 3 years. On the real.
3 years since I've been out with a girl...since I let myself even care what a girl thinks.
So, G, fuck you.
And the horse you rode in on.
Fuck you all.
Bitter,
T.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Assassinations, boobies, and tons of free booze...
Whew...
What a couple of days. I got a call Thursday at about 12:30 pm, as I was leaving the house to go shopping before heading in to work. The call was from Lynette, a lady I've known since High School.
She dropped a bomb on me.
As it turned out, my best friend from High School was getting married. On Saturday. Yeah, that's right...Yesterday. I was at a loss. I would have no way of attending the bachelor party (Friday night) or the ceremony (Saturday afternoon) as they both conflicted with my work schedule.
I won't go into the gory details, but after some quick begging, and a promise of indentured servitude, I managed to get an early shift on Friday which let me out of work at 2:30 pm. That gave me plenty of time to get to the bachelor party. I also managed to weasel Saturday off. I was stoked.
I met Greg at the bar. That's a 6000 gallon aquarium. Greg and Pat, another friend, and I had a couple drinks together, and shot the shit. After a bit, I met the father of the bride. In the men's room.
Don't ask.
We were then treated to dinner. The food was fantastic, and there was an open bar. Happily, we had a dd, so I was drinking like a fish. After dinner, we made our way to Harrah's to see their topless review Bareback. That's where we saw the boobies.
Needless to say, we did our level best to get Greg hammered, and we have photographic evidence that we were successful.
Hurl.
The funniest line of the weekend came from Brushman. After viewing that photo on the screen on my camera he said 'It looks like Murph got assassinated.' We were all laughing so hard we couldn't see.
The best man was literally on the floor.
We got him to the church on time though and all was well. The reception was good... Tons more food, and another open bar. As I didn't have it in me to crash on another floor, I took it easy on the booze so I could drive home.
All the best to ya Greg.....
I'm out.
T.
What a couple of days. I got a call Thursday at about 12:30 pm, as I was leaving the house to go shopping before heading in to work. The call was from Lynette, a lady I've known since High School.
She dropped a bomb on me.
As it turned out, my best friend from High School was getting married. On Saturday. Yeah, that's right...Yesterday. I was at a loss. I would have no way of attending the bachelor party (Friday night) or the ceremony (Saturday afternoon) as they both conflicted with my work schedule.
I won't go into the gory details, but after some quick begging, and a promise of indentured servitude, I managed to get an early shift on Friday which let me out of work at 2:30 pm. That gave me plenty of time to get to the bachelor party. I also managed to weasel Saturday off. I was stoked.
I met Greg at the bar. That's a 6000 gallon aquarium. Greg and Pat, another friend, and I had a couple drinks together, and shot the shit. After a bit, I met the father of the bride. In the men's room.
Don't ask.
We were then treated to dinner. The food was fantastic, and there was an open bar. Happily, we had a dd, so I was drinking like a fish. After dinner, we made our way to Harrah's to see their topless review Bareback. That's where we saw the boobies.
Needless to say, we did our level best to get Greg hammered, and we have photographic evidence that we were successful.
Hurl.
The funniest line of the weekend came from Brushman. After viewing that photo on the screen on my camera he said 'It looks like Murph got assassinated.' We were all laughing so hard we couldn't see.
The best man was literally on the floor.
We got him to the church on time though and all was well. The reception was good... Tons more food, and another open bar. As I didn't have it in me to crash on another floor, I took it easy on the booze so I could drive home.
All the best to ya Greg.....
I'm out.
T.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Go Rams!!
Or not.
Actually, I'm tickled pink that they lost. There are a few teams that I hold a grudge against, and the Rams happen to be one of them.
Don't even get me started on the Steelers ->blerg<- or the Cowboys. If the Raiders only win one game this year, it will be ok, because the one that they will have won will be against Dallas.
I can live with that.
In other news, I ran into an old friend today. It was a real My Dog Skip kind of thing. I gave her my number, but I really don't expect to hear from her.
Picked up the film today. Had some pretty good shots. We're going to get together tomorrow and pick and choose which ones to work with. I'm a bit worried tho. I sent off some slides, and they're not back yet.
I hope nothing happened to them. Would be the possible lightning shots on that roll.
....wow....it's early, but I'm gonna crash...
Zapatas caliente,
T.
Actually, I'm tickled pink that they lost. There are a few teams that I hold a grudge against, and the Rams happen to be one of them.
Don't even get me started on the Steelers ->blerg<- or the Cowboys. If the Raiders only win one game this year, it will be ok, because the one that they will have won will be against Dallas.
I can live with that.
In other news, I ran into an old friend today. It was a real My Dog Skip kind of thing. I gave her my number, but I really don't expect to hear from her.
Picked up the film today. Had some pretty good shots. We're going to get together tomorrow and pick and choose which ones to work with. I'm a bit worried tho. I sent off some slides, and they're not back yet.
I hope nothing happened to them. Would be the possible lightning shots on that roll.
....wow....it's early, but I'm gonna crash...
Zapatas caliente,
T.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Help me baby, I can't do it all by myself....
Are there any of you out there that listen to Joan Osbourne?
I'm sure you've heard of her. She had that 'contravershall' song posing a simple religious question. If that's the only song you've heard from her, I must say you are missing out on some good stuffs.
On the album Relish, there are a pair of tunes that I really dig...well, after a couple listenings, I liked all of them. But these two in particular. The one from the title, and Crazy Baby.
Both of these have to be heard to be believed.
There are some kicky fun ones as well. A well-balanced album.
Oh, and that whole What if God was one of us? one? That's really not bad either.
In other news, I've been reading up on the Bumblebeaters electrical system, and I think I'm going to give it a go. I'll prolly end up electrocuting myself, and this blog will come to an untimely and rapid demise.
That, or, dare I say it.....I'll have 2 running vechicles. The thought boggles the mind. My money's on the former, but then I'm a pessimist.
Hotshots Golf Fore is really pissing me off. I swear, that fucking game cheats. Of course, as soon as I'm done with this, I'm going to go play for a bit....
Until next time, I wish you all a:
Siesta del carne,
T.
I'm sure you've heard of her. She had that 'contravershall' song posing a simple religious question. If that's the only song you've heard from her, I must say you are missing out on some good stuffs.
On the album Relish, there are a pair of tunes that I really dig...well, after a couple listenings, I liked all of them. But these two in particular. The one from the title, and Crazy Baby.
Both of these have to be heard to be believed.
There are some kicky fun ones as well. A well-balanced album.
Oh, and that whole What if God was one of us? one? That's really not bad either.
It's as easy as A B C...
In other news, I've been reading up on the Bumblebeaters electrical system, and I think I'm going to give it a go. I'll prolly end up electrocuting myself, and this blog will come to an untimely and rapid demise.
That, or, dare I say it.....I'll have 2 running vechicles. The thought boggles the mind. My money's on the former, but then I'm a pessimist.
Hotshots Golf Fore is really pissing me off. I swear, that fucking game cheats. Of course, as soon as I'm done with this, I'm going to go play for a bit....
Until next time, I wish you all a:
Siesta del carne,
T.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Baby, it's you....
I told myself I was going to title this blog with the next song. Sammy Hagar from the album Standing Hampton.
Odd too, as it's the first time I've heard the song since I uploaded it. As I read the title on itunes (that's right...didn't recognize it) I tried to think of a 'Baby it's you' moment in my recent life to apply it to, and of course, I came up dry.
I think what I miss most about my self-imposed exile is the companionship. I mean, don't get me wrong. The sex...god do I miss the sex...but the cuddled up before sex eating a bowlful of something and watching a movie or some shit.....
Ok...gonna bitch about work for a bit now.
We're still short-handed, so your's truly gets to work another 6 day week. Ah....I can smell the overtime. It just wears me out, though.
Now it's Hard to Be by the Vaughn Brothers off the album Family Style.
I'm going to give that write a whole novel in a month thing a go this year. It fell during Dland last year, and the lost week proved more than I could bear.
I haven't decided what type of novel I should write though. There are a couple that I have poking around in my head. I've got a 'science is the downfall of mankind' theme that's kinda unique, and I've written it as a short story, so I have a good start.
On the other hand, I do have a sort of techie story about what could best be described as 'the ultimate hack.' Nice twist in this one.
And then there's Paper Cuts. This is the kernal of a story idea that's been rolling around in my head for years now. I got the idea while working construction in Florida.
Picture it, if you will:
The day was hot, humid. A blazing summer sun beat down on the on the polished steel roof sheets. 5 men stood there, installing the roof. I was doing a job known lovingly as 'goopin' sheets.'
While not as bad as it sounds, this is no pleasant task, let me assure you. Have any of you ever worked with stick-um? Not the stuff that pro athletes used, but the stuff on that thick waxed paper roll? I tried to find a photo, but I suck, so you lose. I'll try to find a roll at a store and shoot a photo myself.
But I digress. A 'sheet was a piece of sheet metal about 5 and 1/2 feet long, and I had to run a line of stick-um down the edge of the sheet so that when they were fastened together, it would form a no-leak seal.
Problem was, I didn't have any gloves. I know it's hard to imagine the pain of a roll of thick wax paper going, say 5...10?... miles an hour, and melting a paper cut into your cuticle, but that day, I didn't have to imagine it at all.
I had one on every finger. 2 or 3 on some. That, and a long day of sweating into them, made for a fairly unplesant day. But, I did get the story idea out of it, and while telling this story to you, I've decided to write Paper Cuts as my novel this year.
Thanks for listening.
Huevos sin blancos
T.
Odd too, as it's the first time I've heard the song since I uploaded it. As I read the title on itunes (that's right...didn't recognize it) I tried to think of a 'Baby it's you' moment in my recent life to apply it to, and of course, I came up dry.
I think what I miss most about my self-imposed exile is the companionship. I mean, don't get me wrong. The sex...god do I miss the sex...but the cuddled up before sex eating a bowlful of something and watching a movie or some shit.....
Ok...gonna bitch about work for a bit now.
We're still short-handed, so your's truly gets to work another 6 day week. Ah....I can smell the overtime. It just wears me out, though.
Now it's Hard to Be by the Vaughn Brothers off the album Family Style.
I'm going to give that write a whole novel in a month thing a go this year. It fell during Dland last year, and the lost week proved more than I could bear.
I haven't decided what type of novel I should write though. There are a couple that I have poking around in my head. I've got a 'science is the downfall of mankind' theme that's kinda unique, and I've written it as a short story, so I have a good start.
On the other hand, I do have a sort of techie story about what could best be described as 'the ultimate hack.' Nice twist in this one.
And then there's Paper Cuts. This is the kernal of a story idea that's been rolling around in my head for years now. I got the idea while working construction in Florida.
Picture it, if you will:
The day was hot, humid. A blazing summer sun beat down on the on the polished steel roof sheets. 5 men stood there, installing the roof. I was doing a job known lovingly as 'goopin' sheets.'
While not as bad as it sounds, this is no pleasant task, let me assure you. Have any of you ever worked with stick-um? Not the stuff that pro athletes used, but the stuff on that thick waxed paper roll? I tried to find a photo, but I suck, so you lose. I'll try to find a roll at a store and shoot a photo myself.
But I digress. A 'sheet was a piece of sheet metal about 5 and 1/2 feet long, and I had to run a line of stick-um down the edge of the sheet so that when they were fastened together, it would form a no-leak seal.
Problem was, I didn't have any gloves. I know it's hard to imagine the pain of a roll of thick wax paper going, say 5...10?... miles an hour, and melting a paper cut into your cuticle, but that day, I didn't have to imagine it at all.
I had one on every finger. 2 or 3 on some. That, and a long day of sweating into them, made for a fairly unplesant day. But, I did get the story idea out of it, and while telling this story to you, I've decided to write Paper Cuts as my novel this year.
Thanks for listening.
Huevos sin blancos
T.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Picture this...
It was a long shoot. 9 rolls of film were exposed, and we were all over. Out at the river, with the natural foliage, down in town at the Capitol building, back at her house in the hammock and by the rock of her house.
It was a pretty good shoot, and I'll see what I have when I drop the film off, which I haven't done yet. It was also hotter that I'd expected, and as I usually wear a hat when I'm shooting (keeps my hair out of my eyes) I got all grimy.
I came home, cracked a beer, and was just thinking about taking another shower when my phone rang.
It was L, of whom you've heard me speak incessantly. She was in town, unattached, and looking for something to do. Can you say Sushi? Now, those are only the leftovers, and the roll on the left is called Fire Roll, and it was the SHIT!!
So, we porked out, came back and watched some tv while I worked on her back. We had a good laugh at the expense of a little girl on Jeopardy. They're doing like the grade school tournament, and the answer was something like 'Puff the Magic Dragon froliced in this 'in the land of Honilee.''
Her answer? What are pansies.
All 3 of us were laughing out loud at that. I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.
Well, today it's back to the grind. Not that I mind so much. I had 2 GREAT days off. Not only that, they didn't try, not even once, to call me in. Work is really no problem, as long as I get my down time.
Ok...guess that's my Tuesday. Tune it later for the next thrilling episode.
T.
ps i am soooo looking forward to sushi leftovers for lunch today
It was a pretty good shoot, and I'll see what I have when I drop the film off, which I haven't done yet. It was also hotter that I'd expected, and as I usually wear a hat when I'm shooting (keeps my hair out of my eyes) I got all grimy.
I came home, cracked a beer, and was just thinking about taking another shower when my phone rang.
It was L, of whom you've heard me speak incessantly. She was in town, unattached, and looking for something to do. Can you say Sushi? Now, those are only the leftovers, and the roll on the left is called Fire Roll, and it was the SHIT!!
So, we porked out, came back and watched some tv while I worked on her back. We had a good laugh at the expense of a little girl on Jeopardy. They're doing like the grade school tournament, and the answer was something like 'Puff the Magic Dragon froliced in this 'in the land of Honilee.''
Her answer? What are pansies.
All 3 of us were laughing out loud at that. I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.
Well, today it's back to the grind. Not that I mind so much. I had 2 GREAT days off. Not only that, they didn't try, not even once, to call me in. Work is really no problem, as long as I get my down time.
Ok...guess that's my Tuesday. Tune it later for the next thrilling episode.
T.
ps i am soooo looking forward to sushi leftovers for lunch today
Monday, October 10, 2005
I kicked their asses today.
Due to a slight absence of fundage today, it was decided by general consent that we should cash in our change.
Mind you, we only cashed in the nickles, dimes and pennies....well, and like 30 dollars in quarters....for a total of 87 dollars. We walked over, each fed a machine 10 dollars, and my machine ate my dollar.
Ensue the 10 minute wait to get a tech over to fix it
/sigh
But then I sat down and started playing. Sometime later.....Maybe 3 beers?...I'm not sure, I cashed out $150.00. Then we went to the quarter bar to finish our beers. We split a $10 bill, and within 15 minutes, I had cashed out another $90.
What the fuck? Guess it really does pour when it rains.
Oh, and by the way, what the fuck is THIS.
I'm shockingly revolted, and oddly aroused at the same time.
In other news, I'm working tomorrow.
No, I didn't get called in. Well, at least I haven't yet.
I've got a photo shoot. We're going to hit some of the outdoor places hereabouts, and we should have pretty good light. She's got long hair, and she's built tall....going to find some nice constrasting shapes to set off her litheness.
Oh yeah....as promised my ride, and I know it's been a long time coming, but here's my hair.
Guess that's all for now,
Huevos sin blancos,
T.
Mind you, we only cashed in the nickles, dimes and pennies....well, and like 30 dollars in quarters....for a total of 87 dollars. We walked over, each fed a machine 10 dollars, and my machine ate my dollar.
Ensue the 10 minute wait to get a tech over to fix it
/sigh
But then I sat down and started playing. Sometime later.....Maybe 3 beers?...I'm not sure, I cashed out $150.00. Then we went to the quarter bar to finish our beers. We split a $10 bill, and within 15 minutes, I had cashed out another $90.
What the fuck? Guess it really does pour when it rains.
Oh, and by the way, what the fuck is THIS.
I'm shockingly revolted, and oddly aroused at the same time.
In other news, I'm working tomorrow.
No, I didn't get called in. Well, at least I haven't yet.
I've got a photo shoot. We're going to hit some of the outdoor places hereabouts, and we should have pretty good light. She's got long hair, and she's built tall....going to find some nice constrasting shapes to set off her litheness.
Oh yeah....as promised my ride, and I know it's been a long time coming, but here's my hair.
Guess that's all for now,
Huevos sin blancos,
T.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Wake me up, before you go, Don't leave me hangin' on like a
Yo yo.
Sorry...was watching Family Guy, and Chris just did a tribal fertility dance and married the daughter of the Chief to the Wham hit quoted above.
Stewie also asked if the 'females had exposed clitoratti.'
The Deja Vu has come full circle. I've been having thin wispy versions of a Deja Vu for like the last week or so. Just now, listening to the last half of the abovementioned cartoon, I got the whole thing.
Deja Vu's are just so wierd. I have no idea what they are or where they come from. Nobody seems to actually. Deja Vu
Or this.
The only thing I really know about them is that I have them.
Oh yeah, happy Thursday.
Oh...and I've got a new sign off that I'm going to use for a while.
Thanks Ebomb.
Huevos sin blancos,
T.
Sorry...was watching Family Guy, and Chris just did a tribal fertility dance and married the daughter of the Chief to the Wham hit quoted above.
Stewie also asked if the 'females had exposed clitoratti.'
The Deja Vu has come full circle. I've been having thin wispy versions of a Deja Vu for like the last week or so. Just now, listening to the last half of the abovementioned cartoon, I got the whole thing.
Deja Vu's are just so wierd. I have no idea what they are or where they come from. Nobody seems to actually. Deja Vu
Or this.
The only thing I really know about them is that I have them.
Oh yeah, happy Thursday.
Oh...and I've got a new sign off that I'm going to use for a while.
Thanks Ebomb.
Huevos sin blancos,
T.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I'm going to make a movie...
No, really.
I mean, I've seen a lot of movies. I know plot, story, ehixibition. I can act, and I'm sure I could direct.
This is how I'm going to do it. I'm going to pick one of the most beloved of classics, by some author of great renown. I'm going to market it as 'true to the original story.' Then, I'm going to make some very controversial cast choices.
People will argue for months about how wrong everyone is for their character. The momentum will build. There will be a rumor of a tryst between the leading lady and the leading man....
22 weeks of grueling shooting, under adverse conditions, and voila, perfection.
Of course, after about 10 minutes of perfect depiction of the origial story, I'm going to veer from the 'true' story just a bit. By this, I mean that I'm going to just start making stuff up, moving stuff around, and taking lines from one character and giving it to another.
I'll add on entire chapters making stuff up from whole cloth, all the while skipping a magnitude of good writing, humor, and insight on the part of the author.
People that have read the story will hate it. People who haven't will love it. Controversy will reign supreme.
And me?
Funny you should ask. I'm going to stand back and RAKE in the money. With the proceeds, I'm going to buy a small island and set up my own government. If you'd like to become a citizen, please send your application to scour@juno.com
I mean, I've seen a lot of movies. I know plot, story, ehixibition. I can act, and I'm sure I could direct.
This is how I'm going to do it. I'm going to pick one of the most beloved of classics, by some author of great renown. I'm going to market it as 'true to the original story.' Then, I'm going to make some very controversial cast choices.
People will argue for months about how wrong everyone is for their character. The momentum will build. There will be a rumor of a tryst between the leading lady and the leading man....
22 weeks of grueling shooting, under adverse conditions, and voila, perfection.
Of course, after about 10 minutes of perfect depiction of the origial story, I'm going to veer from the 'true' story just a bit. By this, I mean that I'm going to just start making stuff up, moving stuff around, and taking lines from one character and giving it to another.
I'll add on entire chapters making stuff up from whole cloth, all the while skipping a magnitude of good writing, humor, and insight on the part of the author.
People that have read the story will hate it. People who haven't will love it. Controversy will reign supreme.
And me?
Funny you should ask. I'm going to stand back and RAKE in the money. With the proceeds, I'm going to buy a small island and set up my own government. If you'd like to become a citizen, please send your application to scour@juno.com
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Just say no....
That's the best way to stand fast in the face of temptaion.
Yeah, it's cheesy, but I've been in that kind of a mood lately.
Had a very busy day, but having a car sure is nice. Went for a grueling Sunday afternoon at Wally World. I'm sure you have all had those. Literally hundreds of people jammed into the fucking rat maze that a store the size of a small school can be twisted into. I saw a lady pushing one cart, pulling another behind her, with a friend behind another, all of them heaped with groceries.
Couple that with the disappointing lack of a couple key items. Namely bleu cheese (only one pack in the whole fuking store) and clams, of all things. The result? No homemade dressing, and also no clam chowder. We also bought a griddle (say hello pancakes) and a toaster oven.
Check out was an excercise in patience. I'll bet we stood in line for 20 mins. I know that we left the house at about 1:15, and didn't get home until after 6. If my math is correct, and I have no reason to hope that it is, we were prolly in that store for 2 and 1/2 hours (we hit target and lowe's on the way).
Greaugh.....I'm sore all over.
In other news, I inherited another eq account. Yeah just what I need. Now I can 2-box now. No, that's nothing kinky, it just means I have a healer/slower class that I can take anywhere I want...grin
Ok, think I typed myself out for the time being. Guess I'm outtie for now.
Pulpo Ranchero
Yeah, it's cheesy, but I've been in that kind of a mood lately.
Had a very busy day, but having a car sure is nice. Went for a grueling Sunday afternoon at Wally World. I'm sure you have all had those. Literally hundreds of people jammed into the fucking rat maze that a store the size of a small school can be twisted into. I saw a lady pushing one cart, pulling another behind her, with a friend behind another, all of them heaped with groceries.
Couple that with the disappointing lack of a couple key items. Namely bleu cheese (only one pack in the whole fuking store) and clams, of all things. The result? No homemade dressing, and also no clam chowder. We also bought a griddle (say hello pancakes) and a toaster oven.
Check out was an excercise in patience. I'll bet we stood in line for 20 mins. I know that we left the house at about 1:15, and didn't get home until after 6. If my math is correct, and I have no reason to hope that it is, we were prolly in that store for 2 and 1/2 hours (we hit target and lowe's on the way).
Greaugh.....I'm sore all over.
In other news, I inherited another eq account. Yeah just what I need. Now I can 2-box now. No, that's nothing kinky, it just means I have a healer/slower class that I can take anywhere I want...grin
Ok, think I typed myself out for the time being. Guess I'm outtie for now.
Pulpo Ranchero
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.....
Due to a fear of jinxing it, I've been reluctant to report on a series of events that has just come to fruition. There's so much that happened, and some of it is so trivial that I'll just cut to the quick:
Yesterday, after a hellish final walk...my pennance, if you will, I hopped behind the wheel of the 'new' car, and drove home from my sister's house. It's a 87 Suburu wagon. Little white number...kinda boxy, but 4X4 so that's cool. No getting stuck on my way to work.
I think it needs a tune-up, or at least plugs and a fuel filter. Either way, it was affordably priced, AND it passed the test: You can turn the key and start it up. Not a bad little ride.
In other news, Carson City was rocked by a lightning storm last night. It was great. Great chaining ropes of electric fire in the sky. I think I got a couple pics, but I need to process the film.
Yeah, I said it. So what? You wanna make something of it?
Heh..but seriously, you need to use film to capture lighning reliably.
Work's going to be a little hectic for a bit. We lost a couple of operators, and I'm working 6 days next week. Prolly at least one week in the next pay period too.
....Sorry, L just called and we watched an episode of ATHF...
Ok....well, lots going on, lots yet to do. I'll snap a pic of the new wheels tomorrow, and post it.
This is tango fox delta, signing off.
T.
Yesterday, after a hellish final walk...my pennance, if you will, I hopped behind the wheel of the 'new' car, and drove home from my sister's house. It's a 87 Suburu wagon. Little white number...kinda boxy, but 4X4 so that's cool. No getting stuck on my way to work.
I think it needs a tune-up, or at least plugs and a fuel filter. Either way, it was affordably priced, AND it passed the test: You can turn the key and start it up. Not a bad little ride.
In other news, Carson City was rocked by a lightning storm last night. It was great. Great chaining ropes of electric fire in the sky. I think I got a couple pics, but I need to process the film.
Yeah, I said it. So what? You wanna make something of it?
Heh..but seriously, you need to use film to capture lighning reliably.
Work's going to be a little hectic for a bit. We lost a couple of operators, and I'm working 6 days next week. Prolly at least one week in the next pay period too.
....Sorry, L just called and we watched an episode of ATHF...
Ok....well, lots going on, lots yet to do. I'll snap a pic of the new wheels tomorrow, and post it.
This is tango fox delta, signing off.
T.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Bleargh....
I hate it when the world gets so busy on me that I can't find time for my blogging.
It's been a madhouse around here. Work is fine. In fact, I'm training a new girl for swing shift. I won't bore you with the sordid details, but we're down 2 operators.
My neice had her birthday celebration yesterday. We were going to go to Wild Island, but after driving all the way from Carson to Sparks (35-40ish miles) we found out that the park was closed. Seems that this was the weekend that IGT has it annual corporate party for all of it's employees.
We ended up going to Circus Circus. There's a midway, and lots of games of skill. The ring toss, quarter pitch, the water balloon race...you know that kind of thing. It was me, my niece, two of her friends and my 'brother-in-law'. I'm sad to report that I have no pictures of the event, as I was expecting to get soaking wet and didn't take my camera.
I have put a couple pix of my newest neice on the puter tho: isnt's she adorable?
She and her mother stayed at home. We ate at the buffett, won lots of stuffed animals and then had some ice cream. We capped the day by heading to the mall. It's strange being at the mall with 3 11-year-old girls, I can tell you.
Well, guess that's all I have for now.
Be excellent to each other, and party on Dudes,
T.
It's been a madhouse around here. Work is fine. In fact, I'm training a new girl for swing shift. I won't bore you with the sordid details, but we're down 2 operators.
My neice had her birthday celebration yesterday. We were going to go to Wild Island, but after driving all the way from Carson to Sparks (35-40ish miles) we found out that the park was closed. Seems that this was the weekend that IGT has it annual corporate party for all of it's employees.
We ended up going to Circus Circus. There's a midway, and lots of games of skill. The ring toss, quarter pitch, the water balloon race...you know that kind of thing. It was me, my niece, two of her friends and my 'brother-in-law'. I'm sad to report that I have no pictures of the event, as I was expecting to get soaking wet and didn't take my camera.
I have put a couple pix of my newest neice on the puter tho: isnt's she adorable?
She and her mother stayed at home. We ate at the buffett, won lots of stuffed animals and then had some ice cream. We capped the day by heading to the mall. It's strange being at the mall with 3 11-year-old girls, I can tell you.
Well, guess that's all I have for now.Be excellent to each other, and party on Dudes,
T.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Vignette of my day...
Imagine it, if you will. I'm at work, getting into the swing of my shift, there are 4 operators and one trainee. It's a pretty slow day at work, being Sunday. The atmosphere is casual, relaxed.
Talk ranges over many subjects. The highlight, for me, was listening to them argue over which of the word was worse, cunt or pussy?
No shit.
In that particular company, I've use all my bad words. I've told them the story of twatmop. We've talked about almost everything. So, I put it to you, my woman readers: which is worse, and why?
Sorry about that, prolly an overshare. In other news, I'm worried about New Orleans. Do you realize that there's a chance Katrina will scour that city off the map?
Here's a question: Have you ever seen Swordfish? It's a pretty good movie. John Travolta, Hugh Jackman.
Oh, and Halle Berry full on shows off her cans. No shadowy set, no 'body-double', just straight shows 'em off. I respect that.
Hat's off to ya, Halle.
T.
Talk ranges over many subjects. The highlight, for me, was listening to them argue over which of the word was worse, cunt or pussy?
No shit.
In that particular company, I've use all my bad words. I've told them the story of twatmop. We've talked about almost everything. So, I put it to you, my woman readers: which is worse, and why?
Sorry about that, prolly an overshare. In other news, I'm worried about New Orleans. Do you realize that there's a chance Katrina will scour that city off the map?
Here's a question: Have you ever seen Swordfish? It's a pretty good movie. John Travolta, Hugh Jackman.
Oh, and Halle Berry full on shows off her cans. No shadowy set, no 'body-double', just straight shows 'em off. I respect that.
Hat's off to ya, Halle.
T.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Have you ever seen the movie Payback?
It's a Mel Gibson, and it's a pretty good one.
I ask simply because it's on in the background. I'm also listening to music...and blogging, of course. Guess that makes me a multi tasker.
I was talking to E-Bomb today ( one of the folks I work with) and I got around to talking about jokes that I've made up. Not like my toothpaste rant, or my issues with toast, but real question and answer jokes. I've made up 4. One is kind of obsure, but they have all raised a smile one one person or another.
The first one I made up is the obscure one, so we'll get that one out of the way first.
1) What did the alien roll of film say to the photo lab technician?
Tape me to your leader.
2) Did you hear that Satan changed his name?
He now prefers to be called the entity formerly known as the Prince of Darkness.
3) Did you hear what happended when Jeffery Dahmer testified?
He fell apart on the witness stand.
The next one requiers a little set up. It's ilegal to clone humans. We all know this, right? Every government has outlawed it. We all also know that someone is going to break that law eventually, right?
4) Well, you know who's gonna prosecute the case?
The DNA's office.
I make no apologies for the above jokes. They are all family friendly....well, the Dahmer one is kinda gross. And, they are mine. All mine. It's not as easy as you might think to make one up.
If any of you have one, please leave it in my comments.....
In other news, I'm loving Itunes like, tons. I've been diligently (well not really) loading my cd's onto my puter. I'm currently at 342 songs, 1 day of music 1.42 gigs.
It boggles my mind how so much music can be in such a small amount of space, but now I'm torn.
You all know that I want an Ipod shuffle. Well, I saw this on Attack of the Show the other day MobiBLU Cube.
Tough call.
Well, people to go, places to do.
T.
I ask simply because it's on in the background. I'm also listening to music...and blogging, of course. Guess that makes me a multi tasker.
I was talking to E-Bomb today ( one of the folks I work with) and I got around to talking about jokes that I've made up. Not like my toothpaste rant, or my issues with toast, but real question and answer jokes. I've made up 4. One is kind of obsure, but they have all raised a smile one one person or another.
The first one I made up is the obscure one, so we'll get that one out of the way first.
1) What did the alien roll of film say to the photo lab technician?
Tape me to your leader.
2) Did you hear that Satan changed his name?
He now prefers to be called the entity formerly known as the Prince of Darkness.
3) Did you hear what happended when Jeffery Dahmer testified?
He fell apart on the witness stand.
The next one requiers a little set up. It's ilegal to clone humans. We all know this, right? Every government has outlawed it. We all also know that someone is going to break that law eventually, right?
4) Well, you know who's gonna prosecute the case?
The DNA's office.
I make no apologies for the above jokes. They are all family friendly....well, the Dahmer one is kinda gross. And, they are mine. All mine. It's not as easy as you might think to make one up.
If any of you have one, please leave it in my comments.....
In other news, I'm loving Itunes like, tons. I've been diligently (well not really) loading my cd's onto my puter. I'm currently at 342 songs, 1 day of music 1.42 gigs.
It boggles my mind how so much music can be in such a small amount of space, but now I'm torn.
You all know that I want an Ipod shuffle. Well, I saw this on Attack of the Show the other day MobiBLU Cube.
Tough call.
Well, people to go, places to do.
T.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
My brain is fuzzy....
Work called me this morning to see if I could work 12:30-9:00 instead of 2:30-9:00. One of the other operators is having some personal issues and needs to change her hours. I have no problem with this. That's the shift I used to work, so it's no biggie. What I do have issues with is when they called me.
7:30 am.
Yeah, that's right 7:30 am to see if I could be in at 12:30. Now, I know how much I've ranted here about not being able to sleep much past 7 or 7:30, but today was one of those rare days that found me still sound asleep at 7:30.
Needless to say, I was frustrated at the rude awakening. 7:30's an absurd time to make a phone call. I personally refuese to call people (except my sister) either before 9 am, or after 9pm. Well, I'll call L after 9, but that's the exception, and not the rule.
Ok...guess I'm done ranting. I think I'll post later too, if any of you care...heh
T.
7:30 am.
Yeah, that's right 7:30 am to see if I could be in at 12:30. Now, I know how much I've ranted here about not being able to sleep much past 7 or 7:30, but today was one of those rare days that found me still sound asleep at 7:30.
Needless to say, I was frustrated at the rude awakening. 7:30's an absurd time to make a phone call. I personally refuese to call people (except my sister) either before 9 am, or after 9pm. Well, I'll call L after 9, but that's the exception, and not the rule.
Ok...guess I'm done ranting. I think I'll post later too, if any of you care...heh
T.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Once had a love and it was a gas....
Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass.
Can you tell that Blondie was playing when I started writing this? I still love that song, tho I think I may like 'Call Me' or 'Rapture' better. There was a time, however when that was my favorite Blondie song.
Mmmmmm.....I can smell bacon....Looks like Poppa is making breakfast.....
Bacon and egg sanwich. Gotta love it. Hold on a sec while I eat...
Yum....that was muy tasty.
Not much blog-worthy stuff lately. It's been nice not walking to work. I'm sad to report that it's going to end soon, though. C should be home today, I think. Soon it's back to the grind.
The late shift's not so bad. It's pretty slow, or at least has been so far.
Gah...thoughts won't marshall up for a good blog, so I'm outta here. Keep drifting off.
Take cool,
T.
Can you tell that Blondie was playing when I started writing this? I still love that song, tho I think I may like 'Call Me' or 'Rapture' better. There was a time, however when that was my favorite Blondie song.
Mmmmmm.....I can smell bacon....Looks like Poppa is making breakfast.....
Bacon and egg sanwich. Gotta love it. Hold on a sec while I eat...
Yum....that was muy tasty.
Not much blog-worthy stuff lately. It's been nice not walking to work. I'm sad to report that it's going to end soon, though. C should be home today, I think. Soon it's back to the grind.
The late shift's not so bad. It's pretty slow, or at least has been so far.
Gah...thoughts won't marshall up for a good blog, so I'm outta here. Keep drifting off.
Take cool,
T.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
The wait is over....
That's right, at 12:57 pm on 8/21 Ava Elaine joined the world.
Weighing in at a hefty 8lb 7oz, and 21 inches in length. Sister started contracting somewhere around 5:30 am, and was headed to the hospital at around 10:45 or so. We were there by 11:00, and less than 2 hrs later, it was over.
I got to go down and see her. She was one of the lucky babies that came out really cute. She was also very alert, looking around everytime someone talked, and we think she even smiled.
I am sad to report that my batteries were dead (sigh in the rush to get out of the house i forgot to check) so pictures will be late, but worry not, they will arrive.
I'm pretty tired today, so I'm going to cut this short.
I'll see you tomorrow.
T.
Weighing in at a hefty 8lb 7oz, and 21 inches in length. Sister started contracting somewhere around 5:30 am, and was headed to the hospital at around 10:45 or so. We were there by 11:00, and less than 2 hrs later, it was over.
I got to go down and see her. She was one of the lucky babies that came out really cute. She was also very alert, looking around everytime someone talked, and we think she even smiled.
I am sad to report that my batteries were dead (sigh in the rush to get out of the house i forgot to check) so pictures will be late, but worry not, they will arrive.
I'm pretty tired today, so I'm going to cut this short.
I'll see you tomorrow.
T.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Elven songs and endless nights...
Well, the Pinon was the winner yesterday. I hit a couple 4-spots, but it didn't amount to much. We had fun, tho, and that's really what it's about. We stopped at the am/pm on the way home, and I was able to hit one more 4-spot. This one was on quarters, however, and I cashed out 24 dollars. It took a bit of the sting out of the loss at the casino.
Still no neice. Sister said that Monday is inducement day. She stopped by briefly yesterday. I spent most of the rest of the day helping my mom get a t.v. and get it to her house.
It's kind of a long story, really. She bought a new vcr/dvd combo machine, and her t.v. is old enough to be RCA jack impaired. So she decided to get a new t.v. Best Buy was having a pretty good sale on flat screens, so we went up to get her one. It took forever for the sales guy to find the forklift/platform thing so that he could get the chosen box down. We had done the whole measure-it-to-make-sure-it-will-fit-in-the-backseat thing, so I was confident as we strolled out to the car with it.
The problem? The car doors don't open wide enough. She opened her trunk, took out the crap that was camping there, and we tried to get the t.v. in. No luck. We called Sister, and got the number for her s.o.'s mom (the only person i could think of with a truck). No answer, of course. Back into the store we go, to have them hold the thing until we can get back with a vehicle.
I ask her to take me to the In and Out Burger, as it's right there. It wasn't until we got over there that I realized it was like 12:15. Tons of people in the drive through. We got the food, and were headed back to my house when mom's cell rings.
You guessed it, s.o.'s mom. She said it would be no problem for us to borrow the truck. This as I'm on my way home for lunch. So we head to my house, I eat lunch (a little hurried as you might imagine), and off we go. Over to S's house, all the way across town to Best Buy where again we stand around forever waiting to be waited on. Finally a saleperson brings the t.v. out. I load it on the truck, head to my mom's house and drop it off. Then it's back to S's to drop off the truck and pick up mom's car.
She dropped me off, and we called a cab to head over to gamble (i don't drive on these little trips because of the implied beer drinking). We got home, and I was pretty tired...and pretty buzzed too. I watched Napoleon Dynamite. I think I'll have to watch it again to really start getting into it.
Man....I need a day off....
Still no neice. Sister said that Monday is inducement day. She stopped by briefly yesterday. I spent most of the rest of the day helping my mom get a t.v. and get it to her house.
It's kind of a long story, really. She bought a new vcr/dvd combo machine, and her t.v. is old enough to be RCA jack impaired. So she decided to get a new t.v. Best Buy was having a pretty good sale on flat screens, so we went up to get her one. It took forever for the sales guy to find the forklift/platform thing so that he could get the chosen box down. We had done the whole measure-it-to-make-sure-it-will-fit-in-the-backseat thing, so I was confident as we strolled out to the car with it.
The problem? The car doors don't open wide enough. She opened her trunk, took out the crap that was camping there, and we tried to get the t.v. in. No luck. We called Sister, and got the number for her s.o.'s mom (the only person i could think of with a truck). No answer, of course. Back into the store we go, to have them hold the thing until we can get back with a vehicle.
I ask her to take me to the In and Out Burger, as it's right there. It wasn't until we got over there that I realized it was like 12:15. Tons of people in the drive through. We got the food, and were headed back to my house when mom's cell rings.
You guessed it, s.o.'s mom. She said it would be no problem for us to borrow the truck. This as I'm on my way home for lunch. So we head to my house, I eat lunch (a little hurried as you might imagine), and off we go. Over to S's house, all the way across town to Best Buy where again we stand around forever waiting to be waited on. Finally a saleperson brings the t.v. out. I load it on the truck, head to my mom's house and drop it off. Then it's back to S's to drop off the truck and pick up mom's car.
She dropped me off, and we called a cab to head over to gamble (i don't drive on these little trips because of the implied beer drinking). We got home, and I was pretty tired...and pretty buzzed too. I watched Napoleon Dynamite. I think I'll have to watch it again to really start getting into it.
Man....I need a day off....
Friday, August 19, 2005
Cogito, ergo sum.
That's latin, if you didn't know. The words of a Frenchman, born in 1596.
Rene Descartes, to be exact. He was a mathematician.
He was a philosopher.
There's a line in the second paragraph that caught my eye:
I remember reading a little Decartes in high school. There was a part of his work, I can't rightly remember the title now, but I remember the gist.
Descartes put forth that the one human trait that exsisted in perfect abundace was common sense, because everybody believes that they have all the common sense they need.
Something like that anyhow. It's kinda scary, if you think about it.
On another topic; no neice. Sister is now 6 days late. I think that if she doesn't pop tomorrow, they'll induce. May be one day later, I'm not sure how it works. I do know that she said a week past her due date, which was 8/13.
The plans for Dland have begun. So have the battles. Looks like an early September trip this time. I'm pretty excited. I love Dland.
Oh, yeah...Poppa got his check yesterday, so he's treating to a couple bucks over at the:
Well, it' 1:00, and that's the time I set for bed tonight. Hope all is well with all of you.
Oh yeah, the title? Another little gem that Descartes came up with.
I think, therefore I am.
T.
ps if you see typos and such please forgive me in a battle to be less critical of myself im seeing how relaxed i can be about it all
Rene Descartes, to be exact. He was a mathematician.
He was a philosopher.
There's a line in the second paragraph that caught my eye:
The two most widely known of Descartes' philosophical ideas are those of a method of hyperbolic doubt, and the argument that, though he may doubt, he cannot doubt that he exists.
I remember reading a little Decartes in high school. There was a part of his work, I can't rightly remember the title now, but I remember the gist.
Descartes put forth that the one human trait that exsisted in perfect abundace was common sense, because everybody believes that they have all the common sense they need.
Something like that anyhow. It's kinda scary, if you think about it.
On another topic; no neice. Sister is now 6 days late. I think that if she doesn't pop tomorrow, they'll induce. May be one day later, I'm not sure how it works. I do know that she said a week past her due date, which was 8/13.
The plans for Dland have begun. So have the battles. Looks like an early September trip this time. I'm pretty excited. I love Dland.
Oh, yeah...Poppa got his check yesterday, so he's treating to a couple bucks over at the:
Well, it' 1:00, and that's the time I set for bed tonight. Hope all is well with all of you.
Oh yeah, the title? Another little gem that Descartes came up with.
I think, therefore I am.
T.
ps if you see typos and such please forgive me in a battle to be less critical of myself im seeing how relaxed i can be about it all
Thursday, August 18, 2005
And the beat goes on...
It's a slow process, but I'm getting there.
I'm coping my admittedly abbreiviated music collection to my puter. Itunes really is a nice bit of software. I've got it running random right now, and it's not hitching at all, even tho I'm importing a cd and surfing at the same time.
I'm still thinking of getting a shuffle to compliment it, and I'm leaning more and more towards the 1gig model. I just now broke the first gig, and I have tons of musing on here already. Of course, they're whole albums, and I wouldn't necessarily have all of the songs from every album on the shuffle, but it's still a butt ton of music.
Before I started this current import, it was 238 songs and 1.02 gigs of music. That's a lot of music, and if I pulled one song out, the rest would go onto the shuffle. It boggles the mind.
Today is Friday. Well, it's Thursday, but I don't work tomorrow, so it's Friday too. Looks like L is busy Friday, so sushi will be on Wednesday (i hope).
I find I'm staying up later with this new shift tho. Oh well, I expected that. I'm also able to sleep in a bit more. Case in point: I woke up at 8:30 this morning. That's almost unheard of.
Poppa's check got here yesterday, so we'll be going to do a little gambling tomorrow. Poppa's been lucky lately ($50.00 in quarters in his last 2 trips to am/pm), so confidence is high, I repeat, confidence is high.
Ok...off to the cleansing....
T.
I'm coping my admittedly abbreiviated music collection to my puter. Itunes really is a nice bit of software. I've got it running random right now, and it's not hitching at all, even tho I'm importing a cd and surfing at the same time.
I'm still thinking of getting a shuffle to compliment it, and I'm leaning more and more towards the 1gig model. I just now broke the first gig, and I have tons of musing on here already. Of course, they're whole albums, and I wouldn't necessarily have all of the songs from every album on the shuffle, but it's still a butt ton of music.
Before I started this current import, it was 238 songs and 1.02 gigs of music. That's a lot of music, and if I pulled one song out, the rest would go onto the shuffle. It boggles the mind.
Today is Friday. Well, it's Thursday, but I don't work tomorrow, so it's Friday too. Looks like L is busy Friday, so sushi will be on Wednesday (i hope).
I find I'm staying up later with this new shift tho. Oh well, I expected that. I'm also able to sleep in a bit more. Case in point: I woke up at 8:30 this morning. That's almost unheard of.
Poppa's check got here yesterday, so we'll be going to do a little gambling tomorrow. Poppa's been lucky lately ($50.00 in quarters in his last 2 trips to am/pm), so confidence is high, I repeat, confidence is high.
Ok...off to the cleansing....
T.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Learn something new everyday.....
This is not advice so much, but rather the way I live my life. I've used this one so often, you could almost say it's my mantra. I like learning stuff. I like knowing the answer when somebody asks a question.
I sometimes even go out of my way to learn. I've been known to open the dictionary (or the encyclopedia) to a random page and just start reading. I watch National Geographic and The Learning Channel.
Trivia? I'm your man.
Today, however, I learned something I could have happily lived out my life without knowing. This knowledge came to me as a direct result of my job. We have a lot of accounts, as I think I've said, ranging from tow companies to realty companies; rental agencies to doctor's offices.
It's strange, really. One minute you're booking a showing appointment for a house, the next you're telling a doctor that a patient is having a reaction to his meds.
Today's call went something like this:
"Random Health Company, this it T.J., how may I help you?"
"Anonymous patient had a clostomy, and the bag has been working fine, but he's experiencing a large flow of mucus from his anus. Is this normal?"
"Actually, I have no idea, as I'm the answering service, but I can get a message to my on-call and have them give you a call back."
After getting all the pertinent info, I call H, the on-call nurse.
"This is Random Nurse."
"Hi, Random Nurse, this is T.J."
"Oh, hi, T.J. how are you?"
"Not bad, and yourself?"
"Pretty good. Just out on a walk with the dogs. What's up?"
I tell her, and she says, and I quote:
"Well, just for your edification, that's perfectly normal. What's their number?"
After which, I'm confident that she called them back. Now while I'm sure she had the best of intentions, that is the information I could have lived without.
But there you have it: If you ever have to shit into a plastic bag, expect your body to rebel by expelling copious amounts of mucus out your anus.
Is there such a thing as too much knowledge? If there is, I think I'm getting dangerously near the saturation point.
My brain hurts,
T.
I sometimes even go out of my way to learn. I've been known to open the dictionary (or the encyclopedia) to a random page and just start reading. I watch National Geographic and The Learning Channel.
Trivia? I'm your man.
Today, however, I learned something I could have happily lived out my life without knowing. This knowledge came to me as a direct result of my job. We have a lot of accounts, as I think I've said, ranging from tow companies to realty companies; rental agencies to doctor's offices.
It's strange, really. One minute you're booking a showing appointment for a house, the next you're telling a doctor that a patient is having a reaction to his meds.
Today's call went something like this:
"Random Health Company, this it T.J., how may I help you?"
"Anonymous patient had a clostomy, and the bag has been working fine, but he's experiencing a large flow of mucus from his anus. Is this normal?"
"Actually, I have no idea, as I'm the answering service, but I can get a message to my on-call and have them give you a call back."
After getting all the pertinent info, I call H, the on-call nurse.
"This is Random Nurse."
"Hi, Random Nurse, this is T.J."
"Oh, hi, T.J. how are you?"
"Not bad, and yourself?"
"Pretty good. Just out on a walk with the dogs. What's up?"
I tell her, and she says, and I quote:
"Well, just for your edification, that's perfectly normal. What's their number?"
After which, I'm confident that she called them back. Now while I'm sure she had the best of intentions, that is the information I could have lived without.
But there you have it: If you ever have to shit into a plastic bag, expect your body to rebel by expelling copious amounts of mucus out your anus.
Is there such a thing as too much knowledge? If there is, I think I'm getting dangerously near the saturation point.
My brain hurts,
T.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Colored lights can hypnotize, sparkle someone else's eyes
The night shift is going to be ok I think.
I worked until 11:00 pm last night, and boy, was it dead. Not just the post 9:00 part (my old leave time), but the entire day. I couldn't believe how slow it was. The beauty of the post 9:00 part is that I'm technically on graveyard at that point, so we get to have the t.v. on. I'll also be able to change out of my 'work clothes' and back to my 'walking clothes' for the last 2 hours. Of course, for the next 10 days or so, I'll be driving to work, so I won't have to worry about 2 sets of clothes, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless.
Nothing new on the baby front. Sister still has not popped. It's reached the time of year that we are starting to plan our next trip to Dland, and I can hardly wait. Of course, there are always issues such as: Which hotel, and how much are we willing to pay, Rental car vs. flying, tickets, and timing.
I do my best to stay out of the planning. I just throw money at her until she says to stop, then start saving my spending money.
The new schedule is (mostly) official, and it has me off on Friday. I haven't talked to L yet, but we should be able to have our sushi night out then, provided of course that she doesn't have plans for Friday. I do intend to take the new dig and document dinner tho, so stay tuned.
The new coverage is going to present some problems, and it looks like I may be going from 2 days off together to splits. I really don't care, but we'll have to see how the whole thing shakes out.
I think it's time for a little eq, so I'll leave you for now.
Be excellent to each other, and party on, Dudes,
T.
I worked until 11:00 pm last night, and boy, was it dead. Not just the post 9:00 part (my old leave time), but the entire day. I couldn't believe how slow it was. The beauty of the post 9:00 part is that I'm technically on graveyard at that point, so we get to have the t.v. on. I'll also be able to change out of my 'work clothes' and back to my 'walking clothes' for the last 2 hours. Of course, for the next 10 days or so, I'll be driving to work, so I won't have to worry about 2 sets of clothes, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless.
Nothing new on the baby front. Sister still has not popped. It's reached the time of year that we are starting to plan our next trip to Dland, and I can hardly wait. Of course, there are always issues such as: Which hotel, and how much are we willing to pay, Rental car vs. flying, tickets, and timing.
I do my best to stay out of the planning. I just throw money at her until she says to stop, then start saving my spending money.
The new schedule is (mostly) official, and it has me off on Friday. I haven't talked to L yet, but we should be able to have our sushi night out then, provided of course that she doesn't have plans for Friday. I do intend to take the new dig and document dinner tho, so stay tuned.
The new coverage is going to present some problems, and it looks like I may be going from 2 days off together to splits. I really don't care, but we'll have to see how the whole thing shakes out.
I think it's time for a little eq, so I'll leave you for now.
Be excellent to each other, and party on, Dudes,
T.
Monday, August 15, 2005
And the sign said: Long-haired, freaky-people need not apply
So, they changed my schedule at work.
There has been a shift in the busy times, and we're busier later, so they had to cover part of the graveyard shift.
I now work (as of today) from 2:30-11:00 pm. That may sound kinda nasty to you, but in fact, I acually used to work 3:00-11:00 back when I was going to school, and I had no problems with it. I'm up late anyhow. Last night is a perfect example. I didn't get to bed until after 1.
About the only thing that is going to suffer is my eq. Getting off at 9:00, I still had a chance to (sometimes) log in for the odd raid. Now, I can almost guarantee that they will be done by the time I get home.
That only leaves me 2 days to raid with my guild. I hope that I can use the new-found non work hours in my day to get stuff done so that I can raid on my days off, but I have very little hope of that. Things just never seem to work out that well.
In other news, my sister is now 2 days overdue. If she hasn't popped by the 20th, they will be inducing her. I know that she's ready to be done with the whole pregnancy thing.
Well, looks like a shower is eminent. Hope the world treats you well.
Auga con pollo,
T.
There has been a shift in the busy times, and we're busier later, so they had to cover part of the graveyard shift.
I now work (as of today) from 2:30-11:00 pm. That may sound kinda nasty to you, but in fact, I acually used to work 3:00-11:00 back when I was going to school, and I had no problems with it. I'm up late anyhow. Last night is a perfect example. I didn't get to bed until after 1.
About the only thing that is going to suffer is my eq. Getting off at 9:00, I still had a chance to (sometimes) log in for the odd raid. Now, I can almost guarantee that they will be done by the time I get home.
That only leaves me 2 days to raid with my guild. I hope that I can use the new-found non work hours in my day to get stuff done so that I can raid on my days off, but I have very little hope of that. Things just never seem to work out that well.
In other news, my sister is now 2 days overdue. If she hasn't popped by the 20th, they will be inducing her. I know that she's ready to be done with the whole pregnancy thing.
Well, looks like a shower is eminent. Hope the world treats you well.
Auga con pollo,
T.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
It was too good to be true.
9:30.
That's when L called.
Needless to say, we didn't go play golf. Nor did I get to see her at all, which is mostly what playing golf was all about. We used to hang out a lot, and then she moved to Reno, which is like 30 miles away, and I never get to see her anymore.
She's promised me a sushi night out sometime after she gets paid on Friday. I hope our schedules can mesh for it, but I'm not sure they will.
Casa de carne,
T.
That's when L called.
Needless to say, we didn't go play golf. Nor did I get to see her at all, which is mostly what playing golf was all about. We used to hang out a lot, and then she moved to Reno, which is like 30 miles away, and I never get to see her anymore.
She's promised me a sushi night out sometime after she gets paid on Friday. I hope our schedules can mesh for it, but I'm not sure they will.
Casa de carne,
T.
We have a 6:30 tee time
Wether or not we will acutally get to play golf is entirely up in the air. L forgot that she has to pick her mom up at the airport this evening, but her mom lives in Carson, so either way she will be coming by for a visit.
Here's hoping that golf ensues.
More later.
T.
Here's hoping that golf ensues.
More later.
T.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Adventures in babysitting....
One of the ladies that I work with is going out of town, and has asked me to carsit for her. I have no problem with that, as it means that I will be able to drive to work while she is gone. Wow, what a concept.
I think that things at work are coming up to what may be a mixed blessing. We have 2 employees that are about as reliable as cheesecloth condoms. One girl, let's call her Michelle, cause that's her name, almost got fired yesterday. If she's even one minute late from now on, she will be.
The other girl, let's call her Annette, pulled a no call, no show. She just left, and decided not to call at all. Another girl I work with called her about 4 days later, and told her to go ahead and call in, that they would prolly let her come back.
A mistake, if you ask me, but they did indeed let her come back to work. The upshot of all this is that if these two fail to make it to work (and I can't see anything else happening, really) they will be let go, and those of us remaining will be working 6 and a half days a week until we can restaff.
Now, the working everyday is going to suuuuuuck, but it will equate to approximately 28 hours of overtime per check. That is nice.
Sigh. Why can't people just show up and do their job?
On a lighter note, due to vacation requests and the like, I've lucked into a day off rotation that's pretty cool. I had Monday and Tuesday off, I worked yesterday, and I work today, but then I have Friday and Saturday off.
Of course after that I will have a long stretch before I get a day off, I'm sure. Our weeks end on Thursday, and I know for a fact that I will work Sunday-Thursday, what comes after I won't know until the new schedule comes out.
The phone just rang, and I think it's for me...hold on....
Cool...that was L, of whom you have heard me speak I'm sure. Looks like we are going to go play golf on Saturday, or at least go hit some golf balls.
Ok...guess that's all
T.
I think that things at work are coming up to what may be a mixed blessing. We have 2 employees that are about as reliable as cheesecloth condoms. One girl, let's call her Michelle, cause that's her name, almost got fired yesterday. If she's even one minute late from now on, she will be.
The other girl, let's call her Annette, pulled a no call, no show. She just left, and decided not to call at all. Another girl I work with called her about 4 days later, and told her to go ahead and call in, that they would prolly let her come back.
A mistake, if you ask me, but they did indeed let her come back to work. The upshot of all this is that if these two fail to make it to work (and I can't see anything else happening, really) they will be let go, and those of us remaining will be working 6 and a half days a week until we can restaff.
Now, the working everyday is going to suuuuuuck, but it will equate to approximately 28 hours of overtime per check. That is nice.
Sigh. Why can't people just show up and do their job?
On a lighter note, due to vacation requests and the like, I've lucked into a day off rotation that's pretty cool. I had Monday and Tuesday off, I worked yesterday, and I work today, but then I have Friday and Saturday off.
Of course after that I will have a long stretch before I get a day off, I'm sure. Our weeks end on Thursday, and I know for a fact that I will work Sunday-Thursday, what comes after I won't know until the new schedule comes out.
The phone just rang, and I think it's for me...hold on....
Cool...that was L, of whom you have heard me speak I'm sure. Looks like we are going to go play golf on Saturday, or at least go hit some golf balls.
Ok...guess that's all
T.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Waiting for the winds of change to sweep the clouds away
Having trouble getting the creative juices flowing this morning. Not sure why that should be, but there you have it.
I've got Rush on, and that's always s good thing, but I can't seem to find anything to say.
They did try to call me into work yesterday. I can't believe it. It makes me wonder what they did before I worked there. I've taken to monitoring my calls. It kinda sucks, actually. I'm afraid to answer my phone. If I could just say no, it would be one thing, but I find it well nigh impossible to refuse.
There's an interesting contrast. I have no problem hearing them on my machine, asking me to come in, and not picking up, but when it actually comes to saying I can't come in, I'm as useless as tits on a bull. Now, I have to make up a story aboout whre I was, and why I didn't check my messages....
Guess it's shower time.
Carne del Diablo,
T.
I've got Rush on, and that's always s good thing, but I can't seem to find anything to say.
They did try to call me into work yesterday. I can't believe it. It makes me wonder what they did before I worked there. I've taken to monitoring my calls. It kinda sucks, actually. I'm afraid to answer my phone. If I could just say no, it would be one thing, but I find it well nigh impossible to refuse.
There's an interesting contrast. I have no problem hearing them on my machine, asking me to come in, and not picking up, but when it actually comes to saying I can't come in, I'm as useless as tits on a bull. Now, I have to make up a story aboout whre I was, and why I didn't check my messages....
Guess it's shower time.
Carne del Diablo,
T.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
My sister is due in 9 days
No, she's not returning from a trip or anything, but, as you may remember, pregnant.
It's difficult to beilieve that it's been 9 months already. She's the one that took me shopping on Tuesday. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that I got shampoo and conditioner. Not the cheap shit either.Paul Mitchell, and thanks to my sis being licensed, I got a liter bottle of Awapuhi shampoo, and a liter of The Conditioner for about 16 bucks. Normally the conditioner alone goes for 13-15 for the small bottle.
Yay, Sis!!
I finished the storyline missions on Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas the other day. The final mission was a real pain in the ass. Now I guess I need to play FFX for a while again. Have to get all my chars buffed to the max...grin.
On another note, I downloaded Itunes. I can't really say why, except that I am thinking of getting an Ipod Shuffle....of if I can find some way to get enough money, a full Ipod. The shuffle is like totally small and cool, so I don't know. Only $99 for the 512k one, and that's right in my price range.
Guess that's all for now.....
T.
It's difficult to beilieve that it's been 9 months already. She's the one that took me shopping on Tuesday. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that I got shampoo and conditioner. Not the cheap shit either.Paul Mitchell, and thanks to my sis being licensed, I got a liter bottle of Awapuhi shampoo, and a liter of The Conditioner for about 16 bucks. Normally the conditioner alone goes for 13-15 for the small bottle.
Yay, Sis!!
I finished the storyline missions on Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas the other day. The final mission was a real pain in the ass. Now I guess I need to play FFX for a while again. Have to get all my chars buffed to the max...grin.
On another note, I downloaded Itunes. I can't really say why, except that I am thinking of getting an Ipod Shuffle....of if I can find some way to get enough money, a full Ipod. The shuffle is like totally small and cool, so I don't know. Only $99 for the 512k one, and that's right in my price range.
Guess that's all for now.....
T.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
We have Assumed Control....We have Assumed Control.
WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!!
That's for all the Rush fans out there. I blew some money yesterday and one of the things I bought was a copy of 2112, my favorite album of all time. I also bought Signals (another Rush album) Die Another Day, Trading Places, and a cd burner for my other puter.
Had lunch at In and Out, and after a nice, albeit hot and sweaty afternoon nap made some bleu cheese dressing. It's sooooooo good. The recipie that my dad has beats anything I've ever had elsewhere. Well, I have the recipie too, but you get the idea.
It's still hot, and I'm still walking. No surprise there. I have to say tho, I'm shocked. I had 2 days off...in a row, no less...and work didn't try to call me in.
Well, time to chase some food and shower.
T.
That's for all the Rush fans out there. I blew some money yesterday and one of the things I bought was a copy of 2112, my favorite album of all time. I also bought Signals (another Rush album) Die Another Day, Trading Places, and a cd burner for my other puter.
Had lunch at In and Out, and after a nice, albeit hot and sweaty afternoon nap made some bleu cheese dressing. It's sooooooo good. The recipie that my dad has beats anything I've ever had elsewhere. Well, I have the recipie too, but you get the idea.
It's still hot, and I'm still walking. No surprise there. I have to say tho, I'm shocked. I had 2 days off...in a row, no less...and work didn't try to call me in.
Well, time to chase some food and shower.
T.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Conditioned Respose.
It was an interesting day, to say the least.
It was hot, of course.
I had to walk to work.
Of course.
We had a fucking downpour today. Lightning : 1. set off the alarm. 2. Overloaded the UPS for the tow radios. 3. Put the power off at my house.
I arrived home from a busy night.....Not mind-freaking busy, but constantly doing something...to find my power out. It was actually kind of cool, using candles and a red anodized MiniMag (2AA version) to get around the house, but it sure did put a damper on my electronic evening. I was going to play San Andreas...I was going to email a friend...I was going to blog.....
I was just getting around to trying some 'artsy' with my dig, and BANG!! the lights came back on, and thus, the electronic begin.
Now, on to the subject of this post:
Everytime I walked into a room in my house tonight (power off, remember) I turned on the fucking light switch. Every. Fucking. Time!!
Mr Pavlov, can I have a table somewhere in the back, please?
That ring any bells?
...heh...sorry...had to...
Pulpo ranchero,
T.
ps i made the mistake of finding another site to spend time on
pps i knew long before i got home that the power was off
It was hot, of course.
I had to walk to work.
Of course.
We had a fucking downpour today. Lightning : 1. set off the alarm. 2. Overloaded the UPS for the tow radios. 3. Put the power off at my house.
I arrived home from a busy night.....Not mind-freaking busy, but constantly doing something...to find my power out. It was actually kind of cool, using candles and a red anodized MiniMag (2AA version) to get around the house, but it sure did put a damper on my electronic evening. I was going to play San Andreas...I was going to email a friend...I was going to blog.....
I was just getting around to trying some 'artsy' with my dig, and BANG!! the lights came back on, and thus, the electronic begin.
Now, on to the subject of this post:
Everytime I walked into a room in my house tonight (power off, remember) I turned on the fucking light switch. Every. Fucking. Time!!
Mr Pavlov, can I have a table somewhere in the back, please?
That ring any bells?
...heh...sorry...had to...
Pulpo ranchero,
T.
ps i made the mistake of finding another site to spend time on
pps i knew long before i got home that the power was off
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Well, here's one straight from Suse.
She gave me these 5 questions to answer, so here I go. If you want to play along, post a comment, and I will ask you 5 questions that are then to be answered on YOUR blog.
1. Would you rather have to ability to turn on light switches from across the room or to make mints spontaneously appear in your pocket, which would you choose?
As long as I could turn them off too, I'd take the light switch one. I love to read before I go to sleep, but hate having to get up to turn the lights off after. Wakes me back up, and makes the reading to sleep almost useless.
2. What is the longest you've even gone without sleep?
Well, I've never measured it but I'm going to say between 28 and 36 hours. Was just one of those things. I don't often decided to stay up all night, but sometimes I do just because.
3. If you were forced to wear mittens for the rest of your life or have no hands at all, would you wear the mittens?
I couldn't make it without hands. Seriously. I'd have to have the mittens.
4. Have you ever considered optometry as a profession, why or why not?
I have not. I just can't see myself doing it...heh...
5. Describe, in detail, your last trip to the grocery store.
Does SuperWalmart count as a grocery store? You can buy groceries there. I went with my Mom, because she needed a new battery for one of her cars. The store was packed with people, all just wandering around, oblivious to what was going on around them. Not looking where they were going, nearly running each other down with carts. I'm sure you've seen it.
We made our way back to the auto department, got the battery and headed over to the 'grocery store' part. I was on a mission for buttermilk (mmmm...tasty fried chicken) and my Mom needed coffee creamer and coffee. I wasn't sure how much buttermilk we'd need, so I bought a half-gallon. $1.50, if you want to know.
Then, after finding the shortest line, we stood there longer than we'd spent shopping. They had to call a manager over to do the core discount, because the guy in auto was too lazy to give us the right coupon. On the way out of the lot, I saw a truck pulling an airboat on a trailer. Airboats are cool.
So, there are my answers. Like I said, if you want to play along, post a comment, and I'll whip up some questions for you.
Happy Friday,
T.
She gave me these 5 questions to answer, so here I go. If you want to play along, post a comment, and I will ask you 5 questions that are then to be answered on YOUR blog.
1. Would you rather have to ability to turn on light switches from across the room or to make mints spontaneously appear in your pocket, which would you choose?
As long as I could turn them off too, I'd take the light switch one. I love to read before I go to sleep, but hate having to get up to turn the lights off after. Wakes me back up, and makes the reading to sleep almost useless.
2. What is the longest you've even gone without sleep?
Well, I've never measured it but I'm going to say between 28 and 36 hours. Was just one of those things. I don't often decided to stay up all night, but sometimes I do just because.
3. If you were forced to wear mittens for the rest of your life or have no hands at all, would you wear the mittens?
I couldn't make it without hands. Seriously. I'd have to have the mittens.
4. Have you ever considered optometry as a profession, why or why not?
I have not. I just can't see myself doing it...heh...
5. Describe, in detail, your last trip to the grocery store.
Does SuperWalmart count as a grocery store? You can buy groceries there. I went with my Mom, because she needed a new battery for one of her cars. The store was packed with people, all just wandering around, oblivious to what was going on around them. Not looking where they were going, nearly running each other down with carts. I'm sure you've seen it.
We made our way back to the auto department, got the battery and headed over to the 'grocery store' part. I was on a mission for buttermilk (mmmm...tasty fried chicken) and my Mom needed coffee creamer and coffee. I wasn't sure how much buttermilk we'd need, so I bought a half-gallon. $1.50, if you want to know.
Then, after finding the shortest line, we stood there longer than we'd spent shopping. They had to call a manager over to do the core discount, because the guy in auto was too lazy to give us the right coupon. On the way out of the lot, I saw a truck pulling an airboat on a trailer. Airboats are cool.
So, there are my answers. Like I said, if you want to play along, post a comment, and I'll whip up some questions for you.
Happy Friday,
T.
Friday, July 22, 2005
I read too fast
Yeah, that's right, I'm done with the new Potter book already.
500+ pages, and it took me two days. I got it Tuesday, and started it before I went to work. I finished it last night, somewhere around 3:00 am. I was going to stop earlier, but I got to that point...the story was moving fast, LOTS was going on, and I had about 1/2 inch of pages left.
Comes a time when you just say 'fuck it', and finish it off. Of course, I'll now start on the second read. I usu read a new book at least twice, because my eyes tend to jump down the page when the story gets too wordy. Once I've read it tho, and know what's going to happen, I can slow down, and relish all the minute details.
I'm still at only 2 typos, but may find more on the slow read through. I don't know if any of you read the books, so I won't spoil it with any big reveals, but some VERY shocking things happened. If you read them, shoot me an email, and we can discuss it privately.
On another note, it's been so fucking hot here lately. I've taken to carrying work clothes in a bag, and wearing shorts and tank to walk to work in. I'm still sweating like a whore in church by the time I get there tho.
Well, been surfing and trying to come up with something else to say, and I'm drawing a blank.
See ya in the funny papers,
T.
500+ pages, and it took me two days. I got it Tuesday, and started it before I went to work. I finished it last night, somewhere around 3:00 am. I was going to stop earlier, but I got to that point...the story was moving fast, LOTS was going on, and I had about 1/2 inch of pages left.
Comes a time when you just say 'fuck it', and finish it off. Of course, I'll now start on the second read. I usu read a new book at least twice, because my eyes tend to jump down the page when the story gets too wordy. Once I've read it tho, and know what's going to happen, I can slow down, and relish all the minute details.
I'm still at only 2 typos, but may find more on the slow read through. I don't know if any of you read the books, so I won't spoil it with any big reveals, but some VERY shocking things happened. If you read them, shoot me an email, and we can discuss it privately.
On another note, it's been so fucking hot here lately. I've taken to carrying work clothes in a bag, and wearing shorts and tank to walk to work in. I'm still sweating like a whore in church by the time I get there tho.
Well, been surfing and trying to come up with something else to say, and I'm drawing a blank.
See ya in the funny papers,
T.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
I knew better than to answer my phone.....
I fucking swear.
Why do I have a such a good work ethic? Why can't I say no when I get called in? Why don't people think it's necessary to get off their dead asses and go to work?
As you can prolly tell, I got called into work yesterday, and fuck but it pisses me off. The only good part, and even the good part's not much, is that it's overtime pay. That's all well and good, but I'm still fucking pissed.
I know, I know....it's my own fault for saying yes.
Doesn't make it any less wrong, or me any less pissed.
Gah.
On another note, I got the new Harry Potter book yesterday. Yeah, I read Harry Potter, so what? It's good so far, but I've already found 2 typos. Well, one typo, and one wrong word usage.
That's the job I really need. Anybody looking for an editor?
Ok....guess I'm gonna get in some more reading before I head to the grind.
T.
Why do I have a such a good work ethic? Why can't I say no when I get called in? Why don't people think it's necessary to get off their dead asses and go to work?
As you can prolly tell, I got called into work yesterday, and fuck but it pisses me off. The only good part, and even the good part's not much, is that it's overtime pay. That's all well and good, but I'm still fucking pissed.
I know, I know....it's my own fault for saying yes.
Doesn't make it any less wrong, or me any less pissed.
Gah.
On another note, I got the new Harry Potter book yesterday. Yeah, I read Harry Potter, so what? It's good so far, but I've already found 2 typos. Well, one typo, and one wrong word usage.
That's the job I really need. Anybody looking for an editor?
Ok....guess I'm gonna get in some more reading before I head to the grind.
T.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
I talked to Mr Spock yesterday.....
That's right baby, Leonard Fucking Nimoy.
He lives in Lake Tahoe somewhere, a fact I've known for years now, but not something I think about regularly. It was a routine office message, as most of the calls I take are, and I didn't bother him by being all 'fanny' on him, but it was kinda cool nonetheless. It went something like this:
"********** ************, this is T.J., how may I help you?'
"I'd like to leave a message for *** ********."
"And your name?"
"Leonard."
"Last name?"
"Nimoy."
"Well, Hello."
"Hello."
"Phone number?"
"***-***-****."
And then he left the message. Nothing of note, but still.
It's kinda funny in another way, because when I move to the big desk in the center of the room, usu when it's down to me and the other 9:00 person, I often comment on how I feel like Captian Picard, or Captain Kirk.
Imagine me doing a bad Bill Shatner.
Captains log, stardate 2443.51, the crew is pissing me off. They are laughing at me behind my back, I know it. I think I'll flush them all out into space.
You know, that kind of corny thing, and yesterday was no different. And then, I get to talk to Mr Spock.
On an unrelated topic, an anniversary of sorts has come and gone, all unaknowledged. The 11th of this month marks the 1 year mark for this blog. Strange really.
Well, almost time to head out, so I'm gone for now.
T.
He lives in Lake Tahoe somewhere, a fact I've known for years now, but not something I think about regularly. It was a routine office message, as most of the calls I take are, and I didn't bother him by being all 'fanny' on him, but it was kinda cool nonetheless. It went something like this:
"********** ************, this is T.J., how may I help you?'
"I'd like to leave a message for *** ********."
"And your name?"
"Leonard."
"Last name?"
"Nimoy."
"Well, Hello."
"Hello."
"Phone number?"
"***-***-****."
And then he left the message. Nothing of note, but still.
It's kinda funny in another way, because when I move to the big desk in the center of the room, usu when it's down to me and the other 9:00 person, I often comment on how I feel like Captian Picard, or Captain Kirk.
Imagine me doing a bad Bill Shatner.
Captains log, stardate 2443.51, the crew is pissing me off. They are laughing at me behind my back, I know it. I think I'll flush them all out into space.
You know, that kind of corny thing, and yesterday was no different. And then, I get to talk to Mr Spock.
On an unrelated topic, an anniversary of sorts has come and gone, all unaknowledged. The 11th of this month marks the 1 year mark for this blog. Strange really.
Well, almost time to head out, so I'm gone for now.
T.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Lit up like a firefly, just to feel the living night
It's been hot.
I mean really hot. Last night, I couldn't get to sleep for the longest time. Then when I did I woke up not 20 minutes later because I was too hot.
Then, some kind soul called my house at 12:15. Not wanting to move, I decided to let the machine grab it, and then decide if I wanted to talk or not. Whoever it was decided not to leave a message, and they were calling from a 'private' number, so *69 wouldn't even tell me who they were.
What's the deal with that anyhow? If you're calling me, I ought to be able to find out who you are. I mean, you have my number, so what's the big deal?
Work is good.
I'm starting to build a rapport with some of people that I call on a regular basis. Some are nurses, some are on call people for other services, and even a doctor or two. I think things are going to be good here. I like the people I work with, and the job, while it can be frustrating at times, is quite fun.
One of the biggest pains in my hide, an account that shall remain nameless, has done us the ultimate favor of leaving our service. I can't tell you how nice it is. 98% of the calls coming in on that line were complaints.
Coming soon: Pictures. I need to get batteries for my camera.
Guess that's it for now.
T.
I mean really hot. Last night, I couldn't get to sleep for the longest time. Then when I did I woke up not 20 minutes later because I was too hot.
Then, some kind soul called my house at 12:15. Not wanting to move, I decided to let the machine grab it, and then decide if I wanted to talk or not. Whoever it was decided not to leave a message, and they were calling from a 'private' number, so *69 wouldn't even tell me who they were.
What's the deal with that anyhow? If you're calling me, I ought to be able to find out who you are. I mean, you have my number, so what's the big deal?
Work is good.
I'm starting to build a rapport with some of people that I call on a regular basis. Some are nurses, some are on call people for other services, and even a doctor or two. I think things are going to be good here. I like the people I work with, and the job, while it can be frustrating at times, is quite fun.
One of the biggest pains in my hide, an account that shall remain nameless, has done us the ultimate favor of leaving our service. I can't tell you how nice it is. 98% of the calls coming in on that line were complaints.
Coming soon: Pictures. I need to get batteries for my camera.
Guess that's it for now.
T.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Taking the plunge
Well, I couldn't really afford it, and I'm sure I'll regret spending the money, but I went ahead and bought a digital camera. The evidence is clearly visible in this post.
Yes, you guessed it, that's my car. What I am thinking of calling my bumblebeater. I have (tentative) plans to pull the fenders off and paint them black, and perhaps add a black stripe or 2, just for the hell of it.
What do you think 'No Parking' means, you fucking idiot?
This post is dedicated to all the tow company calls I received over the last 2 days at work. I shit you not, it seems like every other call was one of the local law enforcement agencies calling for an impound. What's worse, is the people would call, after finding out which company towed their vehicle (we answer for 6 i think maybe more) and be all irate with US because their car got towed.
Now, I'm not a fucking rocket scientist, but there are a couple things I know about parking. First, never park blocking a gate of any kind. You will be towed. Funny that the lady with the Mercedes didn't think she would be. Second, do not, I say again do NOT park on a boat ramp in a state fucking park. You will be towed. The lady in the beemer found that out. Third, and this is funny, if the sign says 'No Parking', this was at a state beach, mind you, they really mean no parking.
Fucking idiots, every one of them. But, I think the winner of the day was the guy that locked the keys in his car. While it was still running. What kind of fucking brain power does that take?
I swear.
Ok...Now that I've gotten that off my chest, on to lighter fair.
We're having some family over for the 4th, and now that I have a cam, I'll be able to shoot some pics up for your enjoyment. In fact, I have to go get started with the prep soon, so I'll close this now.
Happy 4th y'all.
T.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Some people are alive simply because killing them is illegal
Now, I want it known that I'm a procrastinator of the first blood. In fact, truth be known there are several things I should, or at least could be doing right now that would be more productive than this, but I'm putting them off. I'd even go so far as to say were we to get around to making a country just for procrastinators, and if we could find the time to hold elections, I'm sure that I'd be declared King of Procrastinatia by general proclamation.
I would think that those of you that read this regularly know that I live in Nevada, and perhaps even that I live in Carson City. This, for those of you that don't know, is a mere 35 miles or so from Lake Tahoe. Now, CC is not much of a vacation destination, and it never has been. Tahoe, on the other hand, well, I scarcely need to tell you that hordes of people converge there for special events, including, but not limited to: Labor Day Weekend, Memorial Day, New Years Eve, and the subject of my current rant, The 4th of July.
Now, I don't have the numbers, but I do know that for the big events, all the resorts sell out. And believe me there are plenty of them up there. It may not be immediately obvious why I'm on the jag, but then, you didn't have my day at work yesterday.
Forget that it was a Thursday. Forget that we were busy as fuck all day long.
All you need to know is that once 5 o'clock, traditional quitting time as far as I'm concerned, passed, almost every 3rd call was to one of the resort rental agencies, wanting to know if they had any rentals for the 4th.
What, are you a fucking idiot? First of all, call during business hours. Secondly, when I tell you that I only answer their phones, don't proceed to ask ME if I know about any rentals, and for fuck's sake, don't call 3 fucking days before you need a rental.
Your best bet for getting a rental in Tahoe for the 4th is to call on the 5th, and pray to God Almighty that they aren't booked for next year too.
That being said, I can now relax.
I think I've decided to get a digital camera, and damn the rent. I see something almost every day that I'd love to share with you all, and it saddens me that I can't.
Oh well, I smell a shower coming on.
T.
I would think that those of you that read this regularly know that I live in Nevada, and perhaps even that I live in Carson City. This, for those of you that don't know, is a mere 35 miles or so from Lake Tahoe. Now, CC is not much of a vacation destination, and it never has been. Tahoe, on the other hand, well, I scarcely need to tell you that hordes of people converge there for special events, including, but not limited to: Labor Day Weekend, Memorial Day, New Years Eve, and the subject of my current rant, The 4th of July.
Now, I don't have the numbers, but I do know that for the big events, all the resorts sell out. And believe me there are plenty of them up there. It may not be immediately obvious why I'm on the jag, but then, you didn't have my day at work yesterday.
Forget that it was a Thursday. Forget that we were busy as fuck all day long.
All you need to know is that once 5 o'clock, traditional quitting time as far as I'm concerned, passed, almost every 3rd call was to one of the resort rental agencies, wanting to know if they had any rentals for the 4th.
What, are you a fucking idiot? First of all, call during business hours. Secondly, when I tell you that I only answer their phones, don't proceed to ask ME if I know about any rentals, and for fuck's sake, don't call 3 fucking days before you need a rental.
Your best bet for getting a rental in Tahoe for the 4th is to call on the 5th, and pray to God Almighty that they aren't booked for next year too.
That being said, I can now relax.
I think I've decided to get a digital camera, and damn the rent. I see something almost every day that I'd love to share with you all, and it saddens me that I can't.
Oh well, I smell a shower coming on.
T.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Excitement, adventure and really wild things....
Well, not really.
It's just been the usual stuff. Tho I did have a good day on Monday. Went to the corner store for beer and hit a $24 dollar jackpot. Then Pops and I decided that it would be a good idea to go to the casino and try our luck.
Imagine my surprise when after a mere 30 minutes or so I found myself $70 up. I even cashed out so that I wouldn't blow it all back. Put 5 bucks back in and still sat there for quite a while guzzling free beer. Then we went into the bar to say hi to Tanya. She's a good bartender, and really cute as well.
I ran into a Rush fan at the bar, always a bonus. Pop wandered off and managed to hit a $100 dollar jackpot, and by then it was near 11:00 so we left.
Yesterday I didn't do a fuckin' thing. Well, I did watch movies and lay on the couch, but I'm not sure that qualifies as 'doing' anything. I'm scheduled off next Monday and Tuesday also, and I like the sound of that. Monday's the 4th, in case you didn't know. We're kicking around the idea of a BBQ.
Ok....time to finish getting ready for work.
See ya in the funny papers,
T.
It's just been the usual stuff. Tho I did have a good day on Monday. Went to the corner store for beer and hit a $24 dollar jackpot. Then Pops and I decided that it would be a good idea to go to the casino and try our luck.
Imagine my surprise when after a mere 30 minutes or so I found myself $70 up. I even cashed out so that I wouldn't blow it all back. Put 5 bucks back in and still sat there for quite a while guzzling free beer. Then we went into the bar to say hi to Tanya. She's a good bartender, and really cute as well.
I ran into a Rush fan at the bar, always a bonus. Pop wandered off and managed to hit a $100 dollar jackpot, and by then it was near 11:00 so we left.
Yesterday I didn't do a fuckin' thing. Well, I did watch movies and lay on the couch, but I'm not sure that qualifies as 'doing' anything. I'm scheduled off next Monday and Tuesday also, and I like the sound of that. Monday's the 4th, in case you didn't know. We're kicking around the idea of a BBQ.
Ok....time to finish getting ready for work.
See ya in the funny papers,
T.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Another casual weekend
I don't know if I've mentioned that I now have a dress code at work.
It's nothing harsh, mind, but still I must conform. During the week, i.e. Mon-Thurs we subscribe to what I guess is called 'business casual', which for me means 'pants not clearly identifible as jeans, and a long-sleeved, collared shirt.'
Now, my sleves are usu rolled up, my top button is never buttoned, and I don't have to wear a tie, but it's still more dressy than I usually go.
Enter Friday. Friday is jeans and t-shirt day. So is Saturday. Sunday? Well on Sunday, anything goes. Well, within reason, I suppose. I've never tested the limits, but I have worn shorts and a tank to work on the last 3 consecutive Sundays.
My sisters b/f is going to talk to the techs where he works, and see if they can tell him enough about my wiring to get my car rolling. Let's keep our fingers crossed, shall we?
Here are some interesting facts about Israel
One fact you won't find there, is that apparently, I've developed an audience there. Or so my stat tracker leads me to believe. I got a stat tracker shortly after starting this blog. Not because I'm an egomaniac or anything, but because I'd seen one that tracked locations of browses. I thought that was cool, so I signed up.
In recent days, I've seen a strange trend, well, at least strange to me. I've been getting hit a lot from a server in Israel. I don't know why this should be, but welcome, if you're surfing me from there.
Oh, and by the way, leave me a comment sometime. That goes for all of you.
So, ok, I guess that's it for now....
Take care.
T
It's nothing harsh, mind, but still I must conform. During the week, i.e. Mon-Thurs we subscribe to what I guess is called 'business casual', which for me means 'pants not clearly identifible as jeans, and a long-sleeved, collared shirt.'
Now, my sleves are usu rolled up, my top button is never buttoned, and I don't have to wear a tie, but it's still more dressy than I usually go.
Enter Friday. Friday is jeans and t-shirt day. So is Saturday. Sunday? Well on Sunday, anything goes. Well, within reason, I suppose. I've never tested the limits, but I have worn shorts and a tank to work on the last 3 consecutive Sundays.
My sisters b/f is going to talk to the techs where he works, and see if they can tell him enough about my wiring to get my car rolling. Let's keep our fingers crossed, shall we?
Here are some interesting facts about Israel
One fact you won't find there, is that apparently, I've developed an audience there. Or so my stat tracker leads me to believe. I got a stat tracker shortly after starting this blog. Not because I'm an egomaniac or anything, but because I'd seen one that tracked locations of browses. I thought that was cool, so I signed up.
In recent days, I've seen a strange trend, well, at least strange to me. I've been getting hit a lot from a server in Israel. I don't know why this should be, but welcome, if you're surfing me from there.
Oh, and by the way, leave me a comment sometime. That goes for all of you.
So, ok, I guess that's it for now....
Take care.
T
Monday, June 20, 2005
It's been a busy few days, but I guess you know that
Whew.
Sometimes it's hard to find time to catch your breath.
I've been working. Of course.
I've been playing Everquest. Of course. My guild has finally broken into the Plane of Time. I know that doesn't mean much to those of you that don't play, but take from me, it's a pretty big deal.
My son called me last night, and we talked for quite a while. He's got a job now, and it sounds like he's doing pretty well. He also asked for the addy to my site, so if you're reading this M, hi there, and welcome.
On the car front, I actually have some good news, if you can handle it. I got the engine unfrozen, and I didn't even have to take it out of the car.
Are you as stunned as me? I'll bet not. Now, the only thing left is to decipher my wiring problems. Well, we can hope.
Off tomorrow, so we'll see if I can get sommat done about it.
I'll keep you posted, but for now, I'm off to work.
Fuego del muerte,
T.
Sometimes it's hard to find time to catch your breath.
I've been working. Of course.
I've been playing Everquest. Of course. My guild has finally broken into the Plane of Time. I know that doesn't mean much to those of you that don't play, but take from me, it's a pretty big deal.
My son called me last night, and we talked for quite a while. He's got a job now, and it sounds like he's doing pretty well. He also asked for the addy to my site, so if you're reading this M, hi there, and welcome.
On the car front, I actually have some good news, if you can handle it. I got the engine unfrozen, and I didn't even have to take it out of the car.
Are you as stunned as me? I'll bet not. Now, the only thing left is to decipher my wiring problems. Well, we can hope.
Off tomorrow, so we'll see if I can get sommat done about it.
I'll keep you posted, but for now, I'm off to work.
Fuego del muerte,
T.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Socket to me, Baby....
Well, the trials continue. When last we left our intrepid hero, he was in search of a tool to work on his car. In a fit of nervous energy, he went to the hardware store, where he saw a 30mm socket for the bargain basement price of $6.99. Of course, he had a mere $6.48 in his pocket, so he left the store, vowing to return the following day with more money.
On his way to work, he stopped at the gouge-you-til-you-bleed-out-your-eyes-parts-store, also known as Napa. Imagine his wonderment and surprise when he located a socket in the required size for a mere $4.29 plus tax. $4.59 out the door. He nearly wet himself.
Given that, it's really too bad that the engine is still frozen in place, even after liberal application of WD-40, and good old fashioned American muscle. He's now convinced that the only way to get this thing going is to remove the engine, and take it from there.
Happily, that's not as complicated as it sounds. It's just a major pain in the ASS!! I mean, 4 bolts, 4 wires, a pair of jackstands and a floor jack, and the whole damn thing drops right out. It is, however, the priciple of the whole thing.
Tune in for tomorrow's exciting episode: The Search for a 17mm Wrench
Will our hero be confounded once again? Will he be able to locate a floor jack and some jackstands? Will he, in fact ever get this fucking thing running?
Only time will tell.
T.
On his way to work, he stopped at the gouge-you-til-you-bleed-out-your-eyes-parts-store, also known as Napa. Imagine his wonderment and surprise when he located a socket in the required size for a mere $4.29 plus tax. $4.59 out the door. He nearly wet himself.
Given that, it's really too bad that the engine is still frozen in place, even after liberal application of WD-40, and good old fashioned American muscle. He's now convinced that the only way to get this thing going is to remove the engine, and take it from there.
Happily, that's not as complicated as it sounds. It's just a major pain in the ASS!! I mean, 4 bolts, 4 wires, a pair of jackstands and a floor jack, and the whole damn thing drops right out. It is, however, the priciple of the whole thing.
Tune in for tomorrow's exciting episode: The Search for a 17mm Wrench
Will our hero be confounded once again? Will he be able to locate a floor jack and some jackstands? Will he, in fact ever get this fucking thing running?
Only time will tell.
T.
Friday, June 10, 2005
It's a conspiricy, I'm convinced of it.....
Every time I think I'm getting somewhere with my car, something happens to make me shake my head.
For example: Yesterday I went tool shopping. I bought a nice breaker bar, and a 27 mm socket so that I could try and turn my motor over. It's a fairly simple procedure on a VW. If you've got the hand strength and the right leverage, you can do it by hand.
Imagine my chagrin, then, to find out that, to quote Maxwell Smart I "missed it by that much."
That much being a mere 3mm. Those of you not on the metric system, or not familar with it may not know just how small a number that is, but there are about 25mm in an inch, so it's about 3/25ths of an inch.
Hell, I've got nose hair longer than that.
It's a hard knock life, for sure.
On a cheerier note, my guild did take down one of the tougher gods last night. A good end to a frustrating day, let me tell you.
Well, enough blather for today. If you are lucky, I'll post again when I get home. Peace out.
T.
For example: Yesterday I went tool shopping. I bought a nice breaker bar, and a 27 mm socket so that I could try and turn my motor over. It's a fairly simple procedure on a VW. If you've got the hand strength and the right leverage, you can do it by hand.
Imagine my chagrin, then, to find out that, to quote Maxwell Smart I "missed it by that much."
That much being a mere 3mm. Those of you not on the metric system, or not familar with it may not know just how small a number that is, but there are about 25mm in an inch, so it's about 3/25ths of an inch.
Hell, I've got nose hair longer than that.
It's a hard knock life, for sure.
On a cheerier note, my guild did take down one of the tougher gods last night. A good end to a frustrating day, let me tell you.
Well, enough blather for today. If you are lucky, I'll post again when I get home. Peace out.
T.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
I set a course just east of Lyra, northwest of Pegasus
Not much today. Just can't seem to get my thoughts ordered for typing.
Took forever to come up with that lame title, and now, to follow it up...I got nothin'.
Have to leave for work in like 30, and I'm gonna have to eat something afore I go, so I guess that's all you get today.
I'm so gimp. Hope the rest of you are more creative and have more to say. It sucks to be lame.
T.
Took forever to come up with that lame title, and now, to follow it up...I got nothin'.
Have to leave for work in like 30, and I'm gonna have to eat something afore I go, so I guess that's all you get today.
I'm so gimp. Hope the rest of you are more creative and have more to say. It sucks to be lame.
T.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Another Saturday night and I ain't got no body
I got some money cause I just got paid
Well, it's not really Saturday night (saturday morning, sure, as it's past 1:30 local) and I don't really have any money, despite it being payday.
I owe rent, bills, and the final payment on my aforementioned Superbeetle.
Of course, being payday, I went to the casino and blew a few bucks. I could have cashed out even, but where's the fun in that?
I've also had way too many beers to be good for me, but who the fuck cares?
I ran into an old friend tonight. And, of course, it was nothing like I expected it to be. Is it ever?
Well, I hate to break this short, but the beer is catching up with me.
If you really want to talk, email me at kvenya@gmail.com
T.
Well, it's not really Saturday night (saturday morning, sure, as it's past 1:30 local) and I don't really have any money, despite it being payday.
I owe rent, bills, and the final payment on my aforementioned Superbeetle.
Of course, being payday, I went to the casino and blew a few bucks. I could have cashed out even, but where's the fun in that?
I've also had way too many beers to be good for me, but who the fuck cares?
I ran into an old friend tonight. And, of course, it was nothing like I expected it to be. Is it ever?
Well, I hate to break this short, but the beer is catching up with me.
If you really want to talk, email me at kvenya@gmail.com
T.
Friday, June 03, 2005
I see the Middle Kingdom, between Heaven and Earth
I know I told you I'd post and let you know about Hellday at work, but as it turns out, it wastn't nearly as bad as I'd feared it would be. Sure, there were busy times but there were times that were as slow as any day we have.
I have to say I was quite happy to not have to deal with insanity on parade. Then, of course, I had 2 days off....In a ROW, if you can handle it.
I spent Wednesday drinking beer and striping down my SuperBeetle.
Now, don't get the idea that this is MY car, no, not by a longshot. The year is the same, but you need to imagine it much more faded, and not nearly as clean. Picture a car that has been sitting, unused, in the desert for 2 years.
If I had a freaking digital camera (donations gladly accepted) I'd post some pictures of it. If I can get one, maybe I'll even start a 'Restoration Blog' and document my progress. Yeah, right. I can hardly ever even find time to post here.
Yesterday was spent in a glut of Everquest. That, quite literally is all I did yesterday. Unless you count the one hour break I took to make and eat some macaroni and cheese with hot dogs in it.
Yeah, I'm pathetic, I know.
Well, time for a shower and stuff, back to the grind today. Take care all you crazy kids.
Fiesta con fuego,
T.
I have to say I was quite happy to not have to deal with insanity on parade. Then, of course, I had 2 days off....In a ROW, if you can handle it.
I spent Wednesday drinking beer and striping down my SuperBeetle.
Now, don't get the idea that this is MY car, no, not by a longshot. The year is the same, but you need to imagine it much more faded, and not nearly as clean. Picture a car that has been sitting, unused, in the desert for 2 years.
If I had a freaking digital camera (donations gladly accepted) I'd post some pictures of it. If I can get one, maybe I'll even start a 'Restoration Blog' and document my progress. Yeah, right. I can hardly ever even find time to post here.
Yesterday was spent in a glut of Everquest. That, quite literally is all I did yesterday. Unless you count the one hour break I took to make and eat some macaroni and cheese with hot dogs in it.
Yeah, I'm pathetic, I know.
Well, time for a shower and stuff, back to the grind today. Take care all you crazy kids.
Fiesta con fuego,
T.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
I'm officially scared juiceless
Well, it was sooooo much slower at work yesterday than I expected, and that's got me worried.
The problem? Well, everyone that we've been telling to call back on Tuesday all week will be calling back...well, today in fact. I hear that last year, nobody actually got a break for lunch, and the boss bought lunch, but everybody had to eat at thier desk, and just deal with it.
I'm also working at 10:00 today instead of 12:30, so I'll be in the busier time of the day. I'm looking forward to a day in Hell.
I've only got a few minutes before I have leave, but if I'm not absolutely wiped out when I get home, I'll pop on and let you know what kind of Hell it was.
Casa del nueva,
T.
The problem? Well, everyone that we've been telling to call back on Tuesday all week will be calling back...well, today in fact. I hear that last year, nobody actually got a break for lunch, and the boss bought lunch, but everybody had to eat at thier desk, and just deal with it.
I'm also working at 10:00 today instead of 12:30, so I'll be in the busier time of the day. I'm looking forward to a day in Hell.
I've only got a few minutes before I have leave, but if I'm not absolutely wiped out when I get home, I'll pop on and let you know what kind of Hell it was.
Casa del nueva,
T.
Monday, May 30, 2005
He's a rebel and a runner, he's a signal turning green
I need to quit hitting the return key when I am in fact thinking 'hit the tab key.'
It's been a hectic few days.
Work has been BUSY as hell. Today, or so I am told will be even worse, as everyone (mostly) that we answer for will be closed in observance of Memorial Day.
By the way, if I haven't said it, "Thank You, all you veterans, and surviving members of veterans families. I love my life the way it is, and without you we'd be nowhere."
I'm pretty sure that tomorrow is gonna suck at work too, as everybody that's been calling all weekend will be calling tomorrow because all the offices will be open again.
Now, again, I can't get into details too much, but some calls from the last few days include:
You get the picture. Variety is the spice of life, or so they say. Well, if that's true, then I'm thinking that stupidity must be the sauce.
I can't tell you how many times I stop someone in the middle of a rolling diatribe and say 'You know, you've actually come into the answering service. I can get a message to the office, but they're closed right now," only to have the customer continue, unabated, with their spiel, at the end of which I'm forced to repeat the above.
The nearly universal response? "They're closed?" Followed by my again offering to take a message and get it to the office, and them then asking ME if I can help them.
It takes a while, but most people usually figure out that while I may be answering the phone, I have little else to do with the company, and, therefore, can't track an order, patch them through to voice mail, or run down the hall and tell someone they have a call.
Ok...I have to get in the shower now, so I'm going to sign off.
Before I go though, I'm going to leave you with some words of wisdom from William Shakespeare:
"How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees."
T.
It's been a hectic few days.
Work has been BUSY as hell. Today, or so I am told will be even worse, as everyone (mostly) that we answer for will be closed in observance of Memorial Day.
By the way, if I haven't said it, "Thank You, all you veterans, and surviving members of veterans families. I love my life the way it is, and without you we'd be nowhere."
I'm pretty sure that tomorrow is gonna suck at work too, as everybody that's been calling all weekend will be calling tomorrow because all the offices will be open again.
Now, again, I can't get into details too much, but some calls from the last few days include:
- A lady in Hawaii that had no air conditioning in her unit (nothing I can do)
- A lady whose dog had been bitten in the nose by a rattlesnake (14 minute lapse)
- A gentleman whose wound had opened up and was seeping (talk about an overshare)
- A lady whose U-haul was stolen mid-move with all her and her children's worldly posessions inside.(she was crying, and it broke my heart)
- A disgruntled Viet Nam vet that told me "If I had a gun, I'd kill all these fuckers!!" (and that was the mildest comment he had)
You get the picture. Variety is the spice of life, or so they say. Well, if that's true, then I'm thinking that stupidity must be the sauce.
I can't tell you how many times I stop someone in the middle of a rolling diatribe and say 'You know, you've actually come into the answering service. I can get a message to the office, but they're closed right now," only to have the customer continue, unabated, with their spiel, at the end of which I'm forced to repeat the above.
The nearly universal response? "They're closed?" Followed by my again offering to take a message and get it to the office, and them then asking ME if I can help them.
It takes a while, but most people usually figure out that while I may be answering the phone, I have little else to do with the company, and, therefore, can't track an order, patch them through to voice mail, or run down the hall and tell someone they have a call.
Ok...I have to get in the shower now, so I'm going to sign off.
Before I go though, I'm going to leave you with some words of wisdom from William Shakespeare:
"How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees."
T.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Workin' in a coalmine, goin' downtown
Well, ok, not a coalmine, but my backyard.
The weather here has finally turned nice, so I spent yesterday cleaning all the sawdust (woodstoves do have a drawback) and assorted winter detrius out of the yard, restacking the leftover wood to reclaim the porch space, and garden maintainance.
Poppa and I went to Long's drugs, which for those of you that don't have them are similar to Ekards, or Walmart without the size. We bought some tomato plants, a couple pepper plants, and a couple strawberry plants.
We also bought a couple bags of bullshit.....Er, I mean steer manure. I borrowed a shovel, turned the dirt, dumped a bag, turned again, dumped again, turned again and planted. Whew. Sweaty work, as the sun was a'shinin. I was smart enough to do it in stages so that I didn't burn, but I did get some much-needed sun.
Then, as if to show approval for my day's work, Mother Nature favored us with a nice mellow thunderstorm. The lightshow was great ( i love thunder and lightning) and the rain, while lasting quite a while was very gentle.
Here's hoping that we get a bumper crop of veggies this year. Not much else going on right now, except for work. I have to leave in just over an hour, and I work until 9, not that any of you really care about my schedule.
Guess that's all for now.
Fiesta con carne,
T.
The weather here has finally turned nice, so I spent yesterday cleaning all the sawdust (woodstoves do have a drawback) and assorted winter detrius out of the yard, restacking the leftover wood to reclaim the porch space, and garden maintainance.
Poppa and I went to Long's drugs, which for those of you that don't have them are similar to Ekards, or Walmart without the size. We bought some tomato plants, a couple pepper plants, and a couple strawberry plants.
We also bought a couple bags of bullshit.....Er, I mean steer manure. I borrowed a shovel, turned the dirt, dumped a bag, turned again, dumped again, turned again and planted. Whew. Sweaty work, as the sun was a'shinin. I was smart enough to do it in stages so that I didn't burn, but I did get some much-needed sun.
Then, as if to show approval for my day's work, Mother Nature favored us with a nice mellow thunderstorm. The lightshow was great ( i love thunder and lightning) and the rain, while lasting quite a while was very gentle.
Here's hoping that we get a bumper crop of veggies this year. Not much else going on right now, except for work. I have to leave in just over an hour, and I work until 9, not that any of you really care about my schedule.
Guess that's all for now.
Fiesta con carne,
T.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Has anybody seen my life?
I'm pretty sure it was around here somewhere.
Boy, there's a lot going on. My new job is good, but they have been switching my hours around quite a bit, as we've had 3 different people take vacations since I started. Hopefully, it'll settle down here in the next couple of days.
I had computer problems....Don't ask. Have I told you how much I hate computers?
I've also gotten a 'summer project.' It is, in fact a 1973 Superbeetle (read Volkswagen) that I picked up for a mere $500.00. I plan on pulling the engine and rebuilding it, so if you see grease on some of my posts, you'll know why.
I've even been neglecting Everquest, which it totally unlike me. I did manage to get in last night for a rather important raid tho, so I feel better.
And now, on to other things. Suse has passed the music baton to me, and I have to admit to a bit of lameness in the music category. One of the things that happened in my last significant relationship resulted in the loss of all my cd's.
I don't really want to talk about it.
I have managed to get a few back, so I apologize in advance for the lameness to follow.
Total Volume of Music Files on my Computer:
Er....none. I don't have an mp3 player yet
The Last CD I Bought was:
Garbage 2.0
Song playing right now:
"Margaritaville" Jimmy Buffet
5 Songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me:
"2112" side 1 by Rush (it's actually like 6 songs by itself, but it's all one track)
"Separate Lives" by Phil Collins and someone else from the White Nights soundtrack
"Simply Irresistable" by Robert Palmer
"Crazy" by Patsy Cline
"Heavy Metal" by Sammy Hagar
Oh, yeah. I went and saw Revenge of the Sith yesterday afternoon. That makes all 6 in the theatre for me. And yes, I have the reluctant duty to tell you that I saw Star Wars the first it was out in the theatres.
Well, I can smell coffee downstairs, and I need a cup badly. 'Sides, I've nearly talked myself out for now. Off to read everyone else now.
Siesta del muerte,
T.
Boy, there's a lot going on. My new job is good, but they have been switching my hours around quite a bit, as we've had 3 different people take vacations since I started. Hopefully, it'll settle down here in the next couple of days.
I had computer problems....Don't ask. Have I told you how much I hate computers?
I've also gotten a 'summer project.' It is, in fact a 1973 Superbeetle (read Volkswagen) that I picked up for a mere $500.00. I plan on pulling the engine and rebuilding it, so if you see grease on some of my posts, you'll know why.
I've even been neglecting Everquest, which it totally unlike me. I did manage to get in last night for a rather important raid tho, so I feel better.
And now, on to other things. Suse has passed the music baton to me, and I have to admit to a bit of lameness in the music category. One of the things that happened in my last significant relationship resulted in the loss of all my cd's.
I don't really want to talk about it.
I have managed to get a few back, so I apologize in advance for the lameness to follow.
Total Volume of Music Files on my Computer:
Er....none. I don't have an mp3 player yet
The Last CD I Bought was:
Garbage 2.0
Song playing right now:
"Margaritaville" Jimmy Buffet
5 Songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me:
"2112" side 1 by Rush (it's actually like 6 songs by itself, but it's all one track)
"Separate Lives" by Phil Collins and someone else from the White Nights soundtrack
"Simply Irresistable" by Robert Palmer
"Crazy" by Patsy Cline
"Heavy Metal" by Sammy Hagar
Oh, yeah. I went and saw Revenge of the Sith yesterday afternoon. That makes all 6 in the theatre for me. And yes, I have the reluctant duty to tell you that I saw Star Wars the first it was out in the theatres.
Well, I can smell coffee downstairs, and I need a cup badly. 'Sides, I've nearly talked myself out for now. Off to read everyone else now.
Siesta del muerte,
T.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Let's try this again.....
I was going to post a couple days ago, and wow, what a mess. I couldn't even get the posting page to load. Needless to say, I was pissed, but what can you do.
I like my job, in case I haven't said that lately. I'd forgotten (almost) what it's like to deal with the general public on a daily basis. It's not as bad on the phone tho, as I can have any expression on my face that I want, and the people I'm helping don't know.
It never ceases to amaze me what people think constitutes an emergency. I can't go into details, but gah!!
The only problem I've encountered so far, is the hours I work (12:30 to 9 pm) make it nearly impossible for me to raid with my new EQ guild.
I'm having a bit of a hard time this am....have published this twice so far without meaning too....
I must need more coffee....
I guess there's not really that much more to say, so I'll close, before I accidently publish it again, and have to edit AGAIN!!
Take care.
T.
I like my job, in case I haven't said that lately. I'd forgotten (almost) what it's like to deal with the general public on a daily basis. It's not as bad on the phone tho, as I can have any expression on my face that I want, and the people I'm helping don't know.
It never ceases to amaze me what people think constitutes an emergency. I can't go into details, but gah!!
The only problem I've encountered so far, is the hours I work (12:30 to 9 pm) make it nearly impossible for me to raid with my new EQ guild.
I'm having a bit of a hard time this am....have published this twice so far without meaning too....
I must need more coffee....
I guess there's not really that much more to say, so I'll close, before I accidently publish it again, and have to edit AGAIN!!
Take care.
T.
Friday, April 15, 2005
If at first you don't succeed.....
Scrap the whole fuckin' thing, and go to Jamaica.
I find it hard to believe that it's been 2 weeks since I last blogged. I'm sure slipping.
Work is going to be a hoot. All the girls are really cool. 'Course, I'm older than all but 2 of them ( i think...not sure about one of them), but that's cool too, 'cause I'm so young at heart.
Awwwwww. Damn...sometimes I'm so sickly-sweet I make myself sick.
One of my co-workers, we'll call her Cee, is a writer. I have to admit to a small amount of jealousy, as she's actually published. I bought a copy of her latest book, and I'm enjoying it immensely.
I'm trying to initiate her into this wild, wacky world of blogging, and have invited her to stop by my site. I'm also going to do my part to foster her blossoming career by putting this link up, and asking you all to order a copy, if you can.
My sister remembered to buy me some conditioner, and I couldn't be happier. I've been out for about a week, and my hair can be a real pain if not properly taken care of. I make my sister get it for me, as with her beauticians license, it's almost as cheap as the otc crap that I'm sometimes reduced to using.
I'm sure some of you can relate.
The weather is still pissing me off. We had snow last weekend. Yes, that's right. Fucking SNOW!! You know how much I hate that white shit. It's getting warmer, but there is still a distinct chill in the air. I can't wait 'til the transition of seasons is over, so I can start bitching about how fucking hot it is.
One of the advantages of living in a mountain desert, is that I get to complain about the weather year-round.
Well, I can hear the shower (and my conditioner) calling my name. I'll try to be a little better about this updating thing.
Have no fear tho, I'm still visiting you, my friends.
Habla no fuego,
T.
I find it hard to believe that it's been 2 weeks since I last blogged. I'm sure slipping.
Work is going to be a hoot. All the girls are really cool. 'Course, I'm older than all but 2 of them ( i think...not sure about one of them), but that's cool too, 'cause I'm so young at heart.
Awwwwww. Damn...sometimes I'm so sickly-sweet I make myself sick.
One of my co-workers, we'll call her Cee, is a writer. I have to admit to a small amount of jealousy, as she's actually published. I bought a copy of her latest book, and I'm enjoying it immensely.
I'm trying to initiate her into this wild, wacky world of blogging, and have invited her to stop by my site. I'm also going to do my part to foster her blossoming career by putting this link up, and asking you all to order a copy, if you can.
My sister remembered to buy me some conditioner, and I couldn't be happier. I've been out for about a week, and my hair can be a real pain if not properly taken care of. I make my sister get it for me, as with her beauticians license, it's almost as cheap as the otc crap that I'm sometimes reduced to using.
I'm sure some of you can relate.
The weather is still pissing me off. We had snow last weekend. Yes, that's right. Fucking SNOW!! You know how much I hate that white shit. It's getting warmer, but there is still a distinct chill in the air. I can't wait 'til the transition of seasons is over, so I can start bitching about how fucking hot it is.
One of the advantages of living in a mountain desert, is that I get to complain about the weather year-round.
Well, I can hear the shower (and my conditioner) calling my name. I'll try to be a little better about this updating thing.
Have no fear tho, I'm still visiting you, my friends.
Habla no fuego,
T.
Friday, April 01, 2005
There's no fool like an April fool.....
I just realized that today is April first. Isn't it funny how time can get away from you?
Maybe it was the two weeks or so that I took off work. That always seems to skew my sense of time. They say that April showers bring May flowers, and we all know what May flowers bring.
Yes, that's right. Pilgrims.
Ok, now that the bad joke is out of the way, I'll go ahead and say that I think I'm going to really like my new job. I've always had good phone etiquette, and have been complimented on my professional manner on said device.
I had to sign an nda, so I won't go into much detail.
There is one thing tho; I'm currently the only male operator on staff. It's a good thing I get along with women. Grin.
I haven't gotten my set schedule yet, and to be truthful, I'm not even sure that I will have set days off. I do know that I will be working swing, which at this company is 12:30 to 9 p.m. For me, that's a pretty nice time frame.
I'm scraping the corners of my brain, and I can't seem to find anything else earth-shattering to relate, so I'll bring this to a close.
Fiesta con carne,
T.
Maybe it was the two weeks or so that I took off work. That always seems to skew my sense of time. They say that April showers bring May flowers, and we all know what May flowers bring.
Yes, that's right. Pilgrims.
Ok, now that the bad joke is out of the way, I'll go ahead and say that I think I'm going to really like my new job. I've always had good phone etiquette, and have been complimented on my professional manner on said device.
I had to sign an nda, so I won't go into much detail.
There is one thing tho; I'm currently the only male operator on staff. It's a good thing I get along with women. Grin.
I haven't gotten my set schedule yet, and to be truthful, I'm not even sure that I will have set days off. I do know that I will be working swing, which at this company is 12:30 to 9 p.m. For me, that's a pretty nice time frame.
I'm scraping the corners of my brain, and I can't seem to find anything else earth-shattering to relate, so I'll bring this to a close.
Fiesta con carne,
T.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
If it's not one thing, it's another.....
So much has happened in the last 8 days, that I don't even know where to begin. Some of it's still a little to fresh to talk about.
In fact, I think I'll just gloss over it all, and say that today was the best day I've had since last I posted.
It began with me getting a new job (answering service operator, 7 bucks an hour bene's after 90 days) and ended with me relaxing by the water in Washoe Valley, drinking a beer and fishing. We brought home 6 Rainbow trout, and I've still got beer, so all is good.
I'm debating on whether I should clean the fish, or ask Pops to do it.
Not that I'm squeamish about that sort of thing, it's just that my hands were so cold out at the pond that they just warmed up, and I'm still having trouble using them.
Hope all is well with all of you, and if my hands thaw out, I'll try to post again later.
Poncho las Diablos,
T.
In fact, I think I'll just gloss over it all, and say that today was the best day I've had since last I posted.
It began with me getting a new job (answering service operator, 7 bucks an hour bene's after 90 days) and ended with me relaxing by the water in Washoe Valley, drinking a beer and fishing. We brought home 6 Rainbow trout, and I've still got beer, so all is good.
I'm debating on whether I should clean the fish, or ask Pops to do it.
Not that I'm squeamish about that sort of thing, it's just that my hands were so cold out at the pond that they just warmed up, and I'm still having trouble using them.
Hope all is well with all of you, and if my hands thaw out, I'll try to post again later.
Poncho las Diablos,
T.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
I love eating Chinese food cold, right out of the paper container.....
That's what I'm doing right now, just so you know. It's General Tsao's Chicken, and it's fucking great. This place around the corner, China East, has some of the best I've ever had.
It's cheap, too. Dinner for 2, which includes one entree per person, fried or steamed rice, soup, and appitizers (2 each fried shrimp, Chinese spare rib, and spring roll)is only 21 bucks and change, delivered.
I don't care how you slice it, that's a good deal. And it's tons of food.
If you don't know how to eat with chopsticks I'd highly reccomend it.
A lot went on today, but I'm really to tired to get into it at the moment, so I'll do it tomorrow.
Night,
T.
It's cheap, too. Dinner for 2, which includes one entree per person, fried or steamed rice, soup, and appitizers (2 each fried shrimp, Chinese spare rib, and spring roll)is only 21 bucks and change, delivered.
I don't care how you slice it, that's a good deal. And it's tons of food.
If you don't know how to eat with chopsticks I'd highly reccomend it.
A lot went on today, but I'm really to tired to get into it at the moment, so I'll do it tomorrow.
Night,
T.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Yeah, it's been forever...what's your point?
It' been a rugged week. I've been in almost constant pain (quit my job over it, in fact), and it's getting worse.
I have gone fishing a couple times. Not having a job is nice in some ways, but I'd trade it for no pain and a job. My back is a wasteland, and even as I sit here, it's hurting, so I'm not going to spend uncounted hours typing all the gory details today.
Oh yeah, it snowed again last night. It's been hinting at it for a few days now, and now it's here. At least I don't have to go anywhere today.
Headache, brought on by neck/backache = not fun. Not even a bit.
Well, gonna go eat a handfull of ibuprofen, and chase it with a glass of whiskey. If that doesn't kill me, I may post again later.
Then again, maybe not.
T.
p.s. it's fucking snowing right now 8:35 am pst winter can suck my dick
I have gone fishing a couple times. Not having a job is nice in some ways, but I'd trade it for no pain and a job. My back is a wasteland, and even as I sit here, it's hurting, so I'm not going to spend uncounted hours typing all the gory details today.
Oh yeah, it snowed again last night. It's been hinting at it for a few days now, and now it's here. At least I don't have to go anywhere today.
Headache, brought on by neck/backache = not fun. Not even a bit.
Well, gonna go eat a handfull of ibuprofen, and chase it with a glass of whiskey. If that doesn't kill me, I may post again later.
Then again, maybe not.
T.
p.s. it's fucking snowing right now 8:35 am pst winter can suck my dick
Monday, March 14, 2005
I was going to take a nap, but I changed my mind.
It was one of those days. I slept in (scheduled day off); drank some coffee; played eq.
-->ding 67 btw<--
My buddy B showed up and wanted to go fishing. The only problem with this is, I don't have a fishing liscense. Nor, sadly, do I have the 39 dollars to get one. I have been wanting to go take some pictures lately tho, so I told him we should go to Davis Creek, and he said ok.
He comes by, picks me up, and off we go. We stop at am/pm, and he buys me a 40 (yeah...so?) of MGD. He then proceeds to drive to the little pond in Washoe Valley, and not to Davis Creek. He says he wants to try this place first. We get out: some old guy out there fishing.
B asks how the fishing is, guy says if your using bait, you should go to Davis Creek. There catching lots up there, and they're bigger. B relents, and again we're off. We get there, and I tell him I know the spot. He walks up to the waters edge, and talks to the two guys out there fising. They've got a couple of nice ones. He wants to fish here. Again, we wander about; he tries 'his spot.'
I'm telling him I know where to fish.
Well, to make an immense story merely long, when he finally went where I was asking him to, he caught a trout I'm gonna say 14-16 inches. Maybe 1.5, 2 pounds.
Niiiiice fish. You can be assured, that fish will be consumed tonight. A nice lemon butter sauce, tons of garlic. I can taste it now. I've so got to get a digital camera.
Tagged too, by fish and game.
Pretty cool.
Oh, I also found a bona fide antique out there. I'm going to get my Mac up and running so I can scan it.
No, really.
That's where the title of this post comes from, really. I was going to take a nap, but, despite my weakend condition, I've decided to do something about my room.
This is not a light undertaking. I sign off now, and these may perchance be the last words we share, as my bedroom is a vast wilderness of disarray.
El bueno calypso,
T.
-->ding 67 btw<--
My buddy B showed up and wanted to go fishing. The only problem with this is, I don't have a fishing liscense. Nor, sadly, do I have the 39 dollars to get one. I have been wanting to go take some pictures lately tho, so I told him we should go to Davis Creek, and he said ok.
He comes by, picks me up, and off we go. We stop at am/pm, and he buys me a 40 (yeah...so?) of MGD. He then proceeds to drive to the little pond in Washoe Valley, and not to Davis Creek. He says he wants to try this place first. We get out: some old guy out there fishing.
B asks how the fishing is, guy says if your using bait, you should go to Davis Creek. There catching lots up there, and they're bigger. B relents, and again we're off. We get there, and I tell him I know the spot. He walks up to the waters edge, and talks to the two guys out there fising. They've got a couple of nice ones. He wants to fish here. Again, we wander about; he tries 'his spot.'
I'm telling him I know where to fish.
Well, to make an immense story merely long, when he finally went where I was asking him to, he caught a trout I'm gonna say 14-16 inches. Maybe 1.5, 2 pounds.
Niiiiice fish. You can be assured, that fish will be consumed tonight. A nice lemon butter sauce, tons of garlic. I can taste it now. I've so got to get a digital camera.
Tagged too, by fish and game.
Pretty cool.
Oh, I also found a bona fide antique out there. I'm going to get my Mac up and running so I can scan it.
No, really.
That's where the title of this post comes from, really. I was going to take a nap, but, despite my weakend condition, I've decided to do something about my room.
This is not a light undertaking. I sign off now, and these may perchance be the last words we share, as my bedroom is a vast wilderness of disarray.
El bueno calypso,
T.
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