Today I wish I was:
- "home"
- watching the Olympics
- working on my new bike build
- doing life administration
- employment prospecting
- riding my bike and getting back into fighting form
- taking clothes to a tailor
- reading the pile of books I have
instead of:
- being at work wishing I was somewhere else doing other things
This is a photograph of one of the greatest people I will ever know and my other friend, his son. This photo made my day and I hope it will make yours too. Nothing beats father son activities like getting mohawks together in the summer.
Earlier this past week, I took my car into the dealership to have work done for various things still covered under warranty. After the initial diagnostic, the service representative and mechanic told me I needed several things done, including replacing cracked lower control arms, and worn brake pads. The brake pads were down to 5% apparently.
I decided to not have an $800 repair done right away. Yesterday I took my car to where I bought my tires for a rotation and oil change. I asked the mechanic to show me the cracks in the lower control arms, and both he and I searched high and low with no success. Everything looked fine, including the bushings.
Today, I changed out my brake pads in the driveway. Surprise surprise, the pads were only worn down halfway. I changed them out anyways. The dealership was trying to bilk me for almost a grand of unneeded repairs. Luckily I have the initial diagnostic printout listing all these crucial repairs.
It makes me wonder how often repair facilities feel the need to lie to customers just to bring in extra revenue. Unfortunately for these people, they work at a Honda dealership, which strives to ensure customer satisfaction, to the point of annoyance. Storms coming assholes. Maybe nothing will come from dropping in to make a complaint. I don't much care. Fuck these people--liars and cheaters.
Owning a car is the worst investment ever. I'm looking forward to offloading it.
For the past two days, I've been at my parents' house and the primary objective of this trip, aside from seeing my family, was to clean out their basement. I recently moved and for two weeks, I've been trying to purge my own belongings and to try and simplify my life a bit. So I've been in search and destroy mode lately.
A good lot of the things in storage are my sister's and my toys, school papers, and other childhood objects. Other than coming across them happenstance while searching for something else in the basement and getting warm nostalgic fuzzies, or saving them in hopes of opening a museum about myself, I can't think of any reason to keep this stuff around.
And yet, I feel intense guilt in getting rid of it. I mean, I'll never sit in the yard and move small loads of dirt in a Tonka truck from one arms reach to another, or strategically position GI Joes around the yard for an attack by Cobra that was doomed from the get-go. My Mom doesn't help either. There are still parts of her that pine for the days when she could dress me up in "outfits" and my only cares were whether or not I'd get to rent the Goonies or eat another oatmeal cream pie.
I'm definitely going to be bummed when it leaves and yet there's my overbearing pragmatic side that knows it would continue to sit in the basement collecting dust and going unused for many years to come, until the day that I'd either move it to my own house or leave my parents' to deal with it should they move again.
I wish I felt 100% like this is the right thing to do.
Who buys 60 dollars worth of fancy deli made dinners and candy with a non-working EBT card and decides to use the "express" line? The two women in front of me tonight. What makes it even more awesome is that this happened at Whole Foods.
The description of this item for sale is as follows:
Dremel tool--variable speed with router base and guide. Used lovingly and in good condition! This is one MORE item from the girlfriends storage unit. Her late husband wanted to make miniatures but he didn't exactly live long enough to really use this stuff. Cancer got him so we are still clearing out some of his tools and toys. Neither of us really have any use for Dremels so there is no minimum! Just pay the shipping... I did try teeth cleaning with it and I chased the cat around for a while but you need a really long extension cord for that kind of stuff. Speaking of that--since I don't use this kind of stuff I'm selling it "as is". In fact, the only stuff that comes with this one is just what is shown in the photo. We will be listing a couple more if you like Dremel--all in similar condition.
Am I the only one who finds some of the item information kind of...in poor taste? I bet the late husband is turning over in his grave...like the bit on his soon to be sold dremel tool...only slower...much slower.
It definitely makes you realize how locked in to the keyboard and mouse constructs we are, and while it's nothing terribly new, it seems much more practical then the VR craze that happened in the 90's.
I'm in Ann Arbor. TOnight I played beer pong with my little sister and then told some dude at a party that if he touched her that I would kill him. I was half joking, but not really. A skunk sprayed a house I was at. It smelled like BO and skunk. I am the proud owner of regurgitated Chinese food. my throat hurts
Thu Jun 22, 2006 2:28pm ET173
Indianapolis, IN (Reuters): Authorities were alerted to abuse of residents at an Indianpolis nursing home. Nurse attendant Ed Horutter is being held on charges of false imprisonment, assault, and extortion. The accused is charged with the heinous act of putting peanut butter on the dentures of those under his care, arranging them into various formations, and secretly videotaping them. He would then take the tapes, and dub voices into them. It was only after he started using costumes on his disabled patients that he was caught when a janitor noticed an unnamed elderly man dressed up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the cult classic "Rocky Horror Picture Show". Such titles found in Ed Horutter's sadistic video's included "Back to the Future III", "Ernest Goes to Camp", and various versions of a Toyota commercial from 1989. Trial date is set for August 3rd of this year.
Bode Miller is 0 for 5. He's overweight and for all the salt and swagger, he has amounted to nothing in front of skiing's largest audience--the Olympics. While taking joy in other people's failures is not a characteristic I pride myself on, I am glad he has failed to perform. I'm sure Nike is scrambling to figure out how to get back some of the money they offered him for their sponsorship.
Why am I glad this has happened? Because there's few things more annoying than people who achieve on talent alone and then have throngs of other people thinking they are somehow an exception to practice and hardwork as well. It's no different than people who smoke and refer to some 90 year old relative who smokes two packs a day and doesn't get cancer. Of course, there's always powerball and being a meat packer.
Currently my roommates and their friends are preparing to see a Journey cover band, by listening to Journey in the living room. They invited me along, but I've never been one for cover bands, aside from Confederate Fag. I feel like I'm 10 again and at some gathering of my parent's in which I'm not really apart of the festivities because it all seems really boring. My roommates are all nice people. I wish I lived alone.
Today I ran 8 miles for the first time in a while, and I know everyone is laughing at my running tights as they drive by. I don't have any real retort, except yes, I'm wearing tights and it is daylight, and yes, that is my junk protruding.
Now my roommates and friends are watching Austin Powers, and quoting it.
If anyone is selling an NAD C320BEE integrated receiver, let me know.
Last night I was supposed to go to Reggie's birthday party, but fell asleep after consuming a three course Indian meal. Sorry again Reggie.
Everyday I look forward to taking a shit at work. It's the only time that I can be alone, read, and listen to music without worrying that I'm neglecting something, because for those few minutes, relaxing and relieving myself are my number one priority. Kind of sad, but the paychecks are worth it.
When I have dental work done, I pass on the numbing agent. Part of it's me just being a tough dude, and the other stems from this time in high school. I had just had a cavity filled, and half of my face was numb, so I talked funny and looked funny. I couldn't slurp a straw or drink without dribbling the contents. I spent half the day using the collar of my shirt to wipe up spit. Some time during the day, my friends and I went to the grocery store, only to be kicked out because they thought I was making fun of their retarded bagger.
The state of our union is confident and strong.
It was kind of fun watching everyone sit up and down. The cameraman/woman did a great job focusing on the Democrats reluctance to clap or stand after certain parts of the speech. So much partisan drama...I could hardly stand it.
I just want to thank all those that made this possible. Yesterday I was the lucky recipient of a flat tire and this morning I wake up to find this. Tomorrow I plan on being the owner of two new tires unless I decide not to wait. I once heard "If it's got tits or wheels, it's gonna have problems".
There was a time when I'd come into money after being near broke for several months, and I'd head to the record store and pick up several CD's or records. The excitement of having several new listening experiences would ultimately give way to lack of time. I'd give them a quick once through and shelve the ones that didn't grab me right away. After a while I quit trying to stay up on the latest and greatest music and listened to only a few records over and over, to the point that I actually felt each song and the emotion and comfort that accompanied it.
Passing row after row of music, knowing that buried within are a few gems waiting to be discovered was overwhelming at times. I quit caring because there were more important things happening. I feel like people who seem to know every band out there and have heard every album don't really listen to the music actively, but just enough to be able to name drop it in conversation.
Do you ever feel like living in a city isn't for you? Since I've lived in the DC area, I've had a great time. There's so much to do, and there's always something going on, but it almost feels like too much at times, even if I find myself sitting at home on a Friday night with no social outlet. I can understand why neighborhoods struggle so much to develop a sense of community, but in an area where so many come and go it seems near impossible.
Where I lived before, you couldn't walk a block without running into a handful of people you knew. At times it seemed stifling and I longed to get away to experience something new. The older I get, the busier my life becomes, responsiblities stack upon one another, and my tastes and interests refine themselves. I can never find enough hours in a day to accomplish all that I want. Living in a large metropolis, so many people I come into contact with seem to buy too many records and I found out it didn't work for me a long time ago. It's the law of diminishing returns.
this morning i heard my phone go off, but i didn't feel like getting up, so i slept in another hour and rolled into work around 10. I didn't shower but I did brush my teeth, which counts for something. I wish there weren't so many dummies that lived in the district. It must be the lead in the water
I'm moving later this week...
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I wish girls wouldn't have periods to signify that they didn't screw up and get pregnant. I think that they should have something like the star of david show up on their face or something so you'd know who to avoid. pregnant women are gross...liek this
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i hope this week ends soon. i touched a girls boobs the other day. it was kind of cool, but then she wanted to talk to m e after and i wanted to just listen to music an d look up knives on the internet
At the client site, they have these CISCO IP phones. The ringtones vary from a regular ring to some little jingle, to a sexy sexy synth saxaphone. Whenever I hear the sexy synth saxaphone play it's song, I keep thinking that a romantic interlude is going to occur in a cubicle somewhere near me, but then they start talking about boring job related topics.
I want to just lay it all out. I've had this great pressure building up inside of me, and I can't take the guilt anymore...or someone RATTED me out. STOP SNITCHIN'.
No, but really, it was I who ate your bold and spicy chex mix. I was so hungry when everyone pulled up, and the idea of some bold and spicy rye chips became more of an obsession than a quest to feed my face. I just wanted to tell you that I snacked on the way home and the following monday at the office. So...I owe you a bag of bold and spicy chex mix, and an apology.
This past weekend my Dad came down for my race, and he pointed out that someone had keyed his car. The more I think about it, the more I want to find whoever it was and beat their fucking face in. Seriously...don't fuck with my Dad.
