I've been busy today. I'm feeling pretty accomplished and it's only 2:30. Slept in until about 9:30, which is pretty late for me. Got up, fed the cats and then went right back to trying to get my cds uploaded to iTunes. Worked on that for a little while then realized that if I didn't motivate right then and there, nothing was going to get done today. Ken went in to work today so he was out of my hair and I could clean. We've really let the house go to hell since before the holidays. So much going on and then when it stopped, so did we. I don't think the house has been cleaned in a couple of weeks. Downstairs is clean now, all the Christmas stuff is packed away, the dishes are done, the laundry is done... everything. Upstairs is another story, though. The bedroom isn't too, too bad. I won't touch Ken's office. Mine is still not back in order after getting the new desk last weekend....
... which reminds me. I'm PISSED off. We went to Ikea last Saturday. We probably should have put the trip off until this weekend because Ken was sick, but we went anyway. If we waited until today, we not only would have gotten to see the freak that's living there this week, but Lisa Loeb is stopping by to play an impromptu concert. Can you freakin' believe that? I'm missing one of my BFFs.
In Conspiracy Theorist news, yesterday C.T. asked me if I read (whatever the name of the Afghanistan writing is). I tried not to roll my eyes when I said that I didn't. He then help up what he told me was Osama Bin Laden's death certificate. He died in 2001, but the US Government is keeping him "alive." And it's true, because he printed it off the internet. Hmmmm, I wonder if Osama is one of the 12 people Hilary Clinton had killed. I should ask him.
1.12.2008
1.10.2008
1.09.2008
Random Songs
Time to play the Random Song game. I've been a busy boy trying to get my music library uploaded to my new computer. I've got about 22,000 songs uploaded so far. So here are the first ten songs that come up (hopefully nothing embarrassing will show...)
"How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)" by Marvin Gaye
"Missing" by Everything But The Girl
"Total Control" by the Motels
"The Fourth Man In The Fire" by Johnny Cash
"Liza (All the Clouds'll Roll Away)" By Judy Garland
"Lotta Love" by Nicolette Larson
"The Letter" by Kristen Hersh
"Make It With You" by Dusty Springfield
"The Most Beautiful Girl In The World" by Prince
"Talking Old Soldiers" by Elton John
Play the game. Tell me the next ten songs that come up on your iPod or in iTunes. It's fun.
"How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)" by Marvin Gaye
"Missing" by Everything But The Girl
"Total Control" by the Motels
"The Fourth Man In The Fire" by Johnny Cash
"Liza (All the Clouds'll Roll Away)" By Judy Garland
"Lotta Love" by Nicolette Larson
"The Letter" by Kristen Hersh
"Make It With You" by Dusty Springfield
"The Most Beautiful Girl In The World" by Prince
"Talking Old Soldiers" by Elton John
Play the game. Tell me the next ten songs that come up on your iPod or in iTunes. It's fun.
Twelve
So "Happy Birthday To Me" is on vacation this week. I like that. It means the crazy factor drops exponentially. Or so I thought. At break today I was reading msnbc.com and a story about Hilary. Carl, a co-worker comes up to my desk and makes a comment about he thinks she should drop out because he'd never vote for her. She's a woman. Women can't lead. I couldn't believe my ears. Well, actually I could, but still. Just then, the guy that sits next to me pops up his head and starts going on a rant about how pure evil Hilary is. She single handedly gave the Chinese plans for some top secret nuclear missile when Bill was in office. She brought massive amounts of cocaine into Arkansas when Bill was governor. She's a member of the Bush Crime Cartel. Then he says, "Do you know how many people she's had killed?" to which I replied, "Twelve." He then says back to me, "Probably." My cube mate is a huge conspiracy theorist. It's all I hear about. I should know better than to look at anything on my computer that's even remotely political when he's around, even though I'm doing it in the privacy of my own cube. I can't deal with crazy well.
1.08.2008
One Hundred
I did it! Today is the 100th consecutive day that I've been soda free. I really only did it to see if I could jump start some weight loss for a month. Well, one month turned into two, and two was more than half way to one hundred, so I said "what the fuck!" I can't believe I did it. I've had a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper in my desk at work since September and a couple times today I took it out and gave it kisses. What I'm most happy about is not having some soda tomorrow, it's knowing I accomplished my goal and the pressure is off. If I want a soda tomorrow, I'll have it. If not, I won't. I'm going to try and go longer as a show of support for 
Venus and Nicole, who have both vowed to give up the soda in 2008. And as far as I know, one of them hasn't faltered yet. (Yes, Nicole, you know what I'm talking about!)Last Saturday, Ken and I took a road trip to Ikea. I fucking love that place and I'm sad there isn't one that's closer. The closest one to us is in Paramus, NJ. It's about a 2 hour trip, give or take. I had a mission this time. Well, two missions. The first was to bring back a stack of catalogs for the office. Ikea was all out of them. Not a single one to be had. They were wiped out at Christmas. Next trip I'll get them. The main mission was to get me a new computer
desk. The one I had was nice, but not very ergonomically correct. And considering the arm and back pain I've been experiencing, it was time to get something new. I've looked at desks around her and haven't liked any of them. Ken was browsing through the Ikea catalog a month or so ago and showed me a couple in there. He found the one I was looking for. It's the Mikael. Very simple design and very spacious. I got the matching cabinet since it had no drawers. I'm a very happy boy.
1.07.2008
1.05.2008
"Happy Birthday To Me"
I was going to post this last night, but I got sidetracked in an IM bitching fest with some friends, so this never got written.
If there's one thing I've learned about my current job, it's that we celebrate EVERYTHING. Having a baby? We celebrate. Getting a promotion? We celebrate. Having a birthday? We celebrate. It's Tuesday? We celebrate. There's always food around for whatever we're celebrating. For birthdays, there's usually a couple of cakes (because we're ravenous fuckers) and no leftovers.
Yesterday I went in early for some overtime. About an hour after I got in, my co-worker (we'll call her FK) showed up carrying a cake. I figured she was up to something, but I couldn't figure out what. No matter what she does and no matter who she does it for, it's really all about her. Attention whore is probably an apt description. Anyway, she brings this cake in and plops it down on top of a file cabinet for all the world to see, with no explanation. She plops a can of frosting down next to it and that's that. People come by and ask me what the cake is and I just shrug. Sometime around 11 am I get an email from my boss. It's a forwarded copy of the email FK sent to all the immediate area supervisors saying that at 11:15 we were going to be having cake to celebrate her birthday. Oh, and we can celebrate any other January birthdays, too. But, like always, it's all about FK. I got up from my desk and went to talk to some of my friends who sit nearby, but just far enough away. We were all laughing hysterically about this. Who throws themself a birthday party? It's an office first. 11:15 comes along and a small handful of people gather and then I hear FK start singing. "Happy birthday to me..." For real. So not only is she throwing her own birthday party, but she's singing her own birthday song. It was really pathetic. She cut the cake and started handing out pieces. Not very many people had cake. You see, as much as she thinks everyone loves her, FK is not very popular at all. She tried handing cake out to people, and I know of at least four people who took the cake to get her off thier back, only for them to throw the cake away. I learned a new trick yesterday. You take the cake and when no one is looking, you wrap most of it up in a napkin and throw it away. Leave the crumb covered plate on your desk and no one will ever know you didn't eat it. I'm going to have to try that.
I think I know where the idea for the cake came from. The day before we had an ambush celebration for another co-worker. Her son was injured over in Iraq. He's not with the military, though his job is military support. Because he's not technically military, his family does not get the same perks when it comes to visiting injured him. Donna, the co-worker, is going to have to pay for lodging and stuff when she goes to see him next week, and she can't really afford it. We took up a collection behind her back and Thursday was the day we ambushed her with it. We raised just over $1000 for her. She was really touched and completely caught off guard. So because there was such a big spotlight on Donna, FK couldn't have that. So she arranged her own party.
What kills me is even the least popular people on the floor are given parties. But in the couple of years I've been there, no one has lifted a finger to celebrate FK's birthday. Last year, when no one bothered to acknowledge it, she brought in the birthday card her son gave her along with the 50% off Christmas ornament he bought her for her birthday. She put them on display without saying a word. Again, people would come by my desk, which was right next to the display, to ask me what was that. I would shrug. It was her way of telling everyone that we missed her birthday again. I do think there's a difference between missing and passing on a particular birthday.
At the end of the day, FK scrambled to get rid of the rest of the cake. She did, but it took her a while. I'm sure most of the cake ended up in the trash. Just my opinion.
If there's one thing I've learned about my current job, it's that we celebrate EVERYTHING. Having a baby? We celebrate. Getting a promotion? We celebrate. Having a birthday? We celebrate. It's Tuesday? We celebrate. There's always food around for whatever we're celebrating. For birthdays, there's usually a couple of cakes (because we're ravenous fuckers) and no leftovers.
Yesterday I went in early for some overtime. About an hour after I got in, my co-worker (we'll call her FK) showed up carrying a cake. I figured she was up to something, but I couldn't figure out what. No matter what she does and no matter who she does it for, it's really all about her. Attention whore is probably an apt description. Anyway, she brings this cake in and plops it down on top of a file cabinet for all the world to see, with no explanation. She plops a can of frosting down next to it and that's that. People come by and ask me what the cake is and I just shrug. Sometime around 11 am I get an email from my boss. It's a forwarded copy of the email FK sent to all the immediate area supervisors saying that at 11:15 we were going to be having cake to celebrate her birthday. Oh, and we can celebrate any other January birthdays, too. But, like always, it's all about FK. I got up from my desk and went to talk to some of my friends who sit nearby, but just far enough away. We were all laughing hysterically about this. Who throws themself a birthday party? It's an office first. 11:15 comes along and a small handful of people gather and then I hear FK start singing. "Happy birthday to me..." For real. So not only is she throwing her own birthday party, but she's singing her own birthday song. It was really pathetic. She cut the cake and started handing out pieces. Not very many people had cake. You see, as much as she thinks everyone loves her, FK is not very popular at all. She tried handing cake out to people, and I know of at least four people who took the cake to get her off thier back, only for them to throw the cake away. I learned a new trick yesterday. You take the cake and when no one is looking, you wrap most of it up in a napkin and throw it away. Leave the crumb covered plate on your desk and no one will ever know you didn't eat it. I'm going to have to try that.
I think I know where the idea for the cake came from. The day before we had an ambush celebration for another co-worker. Her son was injured over in Iraq. He's not with the military, though his job is military support. Because he's not technically military, his family does not get the same perks when it comes to visiting injured him. Donna, the co-worker, is going to have to pay for lodging and stuff when she goes to see him next week, and she can't really afford it. We took up a collection behind her back and Thursday was the day we ambushed her with it. We raised just over $1000 for her. She was really touched and completely caught off guard. So because there was such a big spotlight on Donna, FK couldn't have that. So she arranged her own party.
What kills me is even the least popular people on the floor are given parties. But in the couple of years I've been there, no one has lifted a finger to celebrate FK's birthday. Last year, when no one bothered to acknowledge it, she brought in the birthday card her son gave her along with the 50% off Christmas ornament he bought her for her birthday. She put them on display without saying a word. Again, people would come by my desk, which was right next to the display, to ask me what was that. I would shrug. It was her way of telling everyone that we missed her birthday again. I do think there's a difference between missing and passing on a particular birthday.
At the end of the day, FK scrambled to get rid of the rest of the cake. She did, but it took her a while. I'm sure most of the cake ended up in the trash. Just my opinion.
1.01.2008
Mileage
When I got my current job, it meant no more driving to work since the parking situation downtown is a nightmare. That meant that my car would end up sitting home more than not. So I started keeping statistics on mileage and gas usage. I figured that since it wasn't being used all the much, it would be easy to keep track of. Now it's New Year's Day and I can total up my records for the year.
I drove my car 5,766 miles in 2007.
I put 246.423 gallons of gas in my car in 2007.
That gasoline set me back $732.57 in 2007.
The average price per gallon I paid was $2.97.
My car got 23.398 miles to the gallon in 2007.
It cost right around 12.7 cents for every mile driven in 2007.
The figures from last year are as follows:
I drove my car 6745 miles in 2006.
I put 247.573 gallons of gas in my car in 2006.
That gasoline set me back $660.59 in 2006.
The average price per gallon I paid was $2.67.
My car got 27.244 miles to the gallon in 2006.
It cost right around 9.8 cents for every mile driven in 2006.
I drove my car 5,766 miles in 2007.
I put 246.423 gallons of gas in my car in 2007.
That gasoline set me back $732.57 in 2007.
The average price per gallon I paid was $2.97.
My car got 23.398 miles to the gallon in 2007.
It cost right around 12.7 cents for every mile driven in 2007.
The figures from last year are as follows:
I drove my car 6745 miles in 2006.
I put 247.573 gallons of gas in my car in 2006.
That gasoline set me back $660.59 in 2006.
The average price per gallon I paid was $2.67.
My car got 27.244 miles to the gallon in 2006.
It cost right around 9.8 cents for every mile driven in 2006.
January First
First post of the year. Woo Hoo. I'm very confused. It's my last day off before work starts up again and I've got a lot that I want to do, and I'm overwhelmed by it. I've been playing on the computer most of the day so far, but i don't want to be on it for much longer. I got a couple of dvds for Christmas and I want to start watching them, but I also have ten new podcasts that I want to listen to, a pile of comics that haven't been read yet..... I don't know what to do. I'm only playing online for another ten minutes. That's when I'm going to start cooking a late lunch/early dinner. But do I go watch movies or do I read comics or do I listen to podcasts? I might put a movie in and work on my jigsaw puzzle. Then after dinner, maybe I'll play online for a little bit until the Fattest Loser starts. I'm not ready for new tv shows yet. At some point later tonight, I'm going to have to go out and shovel the driveway again. Ugh. I want it to be 8:30 this morning again.
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