It's useful knowing a little about a lot...
People say "He was a jack of all trades." and in their mind sneak in, "and a master of none." That's one of the most back handed compliments I've ever heard...
Seriously though...would you rather have a guy doing programming work for you who doesn't know anything about what you do or someone who can do the coding like a boss and understand the use? It's not a question of knowing everything about everything. It's a question of knowing enough to ask questions about the need and use.
I once saw an ad posted for a job. They wanted a computer science major with extensive knowledge of the human cardiovascular system... I think they're shit out of luck - or better be willing to pay that person half a million dollars a year...trust me that dude has a bad-ass job already... But, I could do that job... I'm not an expert in anatomy, but I know enough about it to ask the right questions to get the job done.
I have some advice for every programmer, project manager, and code monkey out there. Don't walk into a project without getting a basic understanding of the subject matter.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Meh week
Wow...
What a damn week.
I've stopped posting my blog posts to Facebook. I don't know - maybe I like seeing how many page views I get if I just let this thing sit on it's own. Seriously though, who is looking at my page from Russia? So, like, if you're from Russia, just leave a comment...I'd love to hear from you.
This post has been brought to you by teeth...from the maker of gums.
What a damn week.
I've stopped posting my blog posts to Facebook. I don't know - maybe I like seeing how many page views I get if I just let this thing sit on it's own. Seriously though, who is looking at my page from Russia? So, like, if you're from Russia, just leave a comment...I'd love to hear from you.
This post has been brought to you by teeth...from the maker of gums.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Down
This winter had been slowly eating away at my soul. The dark and all too familiar path of self loathing and misery pitched with overtones of indifference.
~Meh
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Day 5-6
I feel like writing, but I am just too darn tired. My brain is going way faster than my body can handle at this point. My fingers are on autopilot right now. It's entirely possible that I'm writing one thing with my fingers and thinking something completely different...
I had an awesome evening. I met up with a new friend in person for the first time tonight. We met at a bar I've frequented. Tonight, for some reason, they had music playing really, really loudly and as we tried to talk with each other, the music kept getting louder until we were basically yelling at each other. So, we walked to my house, sat in my kitchen, and talked until 3 in the morning. (about 2 hours.) She's pretty darn cool.
So much to say - so little physical energy. This is one of those things that could turn into a 'forever' blog. We planted seeds for so, so, so, so many conversations and my brain keeps attaching to one or two of them and wanting to write them out.
Can't do it - need sleep, haven't slept in a couple days...
Good night.
OH - had a hiccup in the experiment due to lack of sleep, but all is well.
I had an awesome evening. I met up with a new friend in person for the first time tonight. We met at a bar I've frequented. Tonight, for some reason, they had music playing really, really loudly and as we tried to talk with each other, the music kept getting louder until we were basically yelling at each other. So, we walked to my house, sat in my kitchen, and talked until 3 in the morning. (about 2 hours.) She's pretty darn cool.
So much to say - so little physical energy. This is one of those things that could turn into a 'forever' blog. We planted seeds for so, so, so, so many conversations and my brain keeps attaching to one or two of them and wanting to write them out.
Can't do it - need sleep, haven't slept in a couple days...
Good night.
OH - had a hiccup in the experiment due to lack of sleep, but all is well.
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Day 4
Today was a normal day. Except it's Thursday...I don't like Thursday - in general. I think I need to find something to make Thursdays awesome. Like, make that my job hunting day, or my learn something new day or something...something... Basically by Thursday every week, I have all of my 'normal' work done and all there is left is the larger projects, the maintenance stuff, etc. Which is awesome, because I get to work on code, data, and design stuff. Not so awesome, because nothing else is going on, so I get stuff done really fast. I finished like 4 things today... Whatever 4 things you might be thinking of - not that... I developed an SSIS package to load data from flat files on an ftp server, clean it up, and pass it on to a database on an SQL server. Then I developed a process to tap into a geo-coding web-service to clean up addresses and assign lat,long values. Then I automated that along side the SSIS package, then I automated the data validation for that process... There's one of the things I did today.
I think this experiment is going too easily...
I started doing PC muscle exercises on Tuesday. I'm trying to remember to do them while I'm walking to my desk or when I'm walking to my car from work. I did that for two days, but I got distracted today. I do think about sex a lot. A lot more than I thought I did... I think that's healthy; I think a lot of people think about sex a lot. I've always wondered how much women think about sex. About having sex I mean. One moment I need to research.
Que elevator music:
You just lost the game...
We found that the median number of sexual thoughts for men was 18.6** and for women it was 9.9**. In contrast, the average for men was 34.2** and for women it was 18.6**.
**Times a day
Check out the article from Psychology Today
So about half as much as men: Every half hour or so for men and about once an hour for women. Still...you sit at your desk and think about sex 1-2 times an hour (on average). I think I double that... It doesn't help when my music station starts playing this song:
Lyrics: http://artists.letssingit.com/tricky-lyrics-abbaon-fat-tracks-rhdd2gx
Song: http://youtu.be/QiqMQaVvomk
I think this experiment is going too easily...
I started doing PC muscle exercises on Tuesday. I'm trying to remember to do them while I'm walking to my desk or when I'm walking to my car from work. I did that for two days, but I got distracted today. I do think about sex a lot. A lot more than I thought I did... I think that's healthy; I think a lot of people think about sex a lot. I've always wondered how much women think about sex. About having sex I mean. One moment I need to research.
Que elevator music:
You just lost the game...
We found that the median number of sexual thoughts for men was 18.6** and for women it was 9.9**. In contrast, the average for men was 34.2** and for women it was 18.6**.
**Times a day
Check out the article from Psychology Today
So about half as much as men: Every half hour or so for men and about once an hour for women. Still...you sit at your desk and think about sex 1-2 times an hour (on average). I think I double that... It doesn't help when my music station starts playing this song:
Lyrics: http://artists.letssingit.com/tricky-lyrics-abbaon-fat-tracks-rhdd2gx
Song: http://youtu.be/QiqMQaVvomk
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Day 3
Something came up in conversation today...
There are a lot of really dysfunctional relationships... I mean, 50% divorce rate? Sheesh... I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want from a relationship and I really think that the entire idea of relationships, in our culture, and in my own view is changing quite rapidly. Think about all the things we deal with now that are changing the way we see each other... Facebook alone had affected how we interact with one another. Think about the concept of stay at home parents - it's sort of weird to think about that now isn't it? Here at least - I can speak for other parts of the U.S.
okay - short post - just a blurb.
Day three was interesting - I can feel that I have more energy - we'll see how my sleep goes tonight - I have not been sleeping well.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Day 2
I'm doing this post because I am procrastinating like a boss the stuff I really should be doing right now. I knew when the idea popped into my head that this was going to be hard. I'm not to the point where I would say - "I had no idea it would be this hard." I don't know that I'll get to that point. The hardest thing so far, is that I like flipping through pictures on dating sites and on websites like theChive (because people are intriguing) and there are some really hot girls at work... Blood flow is already becoming an issue.
Half of the point of this project is to get me back on track with writing and to get my interest in sex and sexual things back to the level where I can get back to writing short stories. Today I wanted to talk shortly about a cultural concept that I seem to be on the weird side of.
I don't do outwardly cliche things that follow my subcultures. I was looking at messenger bags today, because I think they're awesome and I've always wanted to have a nice one to replace my backpack. I wouldn't buy the Nintendo controller messenger bag...or the Chewbacca messenger bag...or the Portal messenger bag...or buy one because it looks like the Indiana Jones messenger bag... I don't have video game posters, or Firefly posters, or an R2D2 pen holder...I do have a Tribble though - it was a present. As a matter of fact - anything I have that's like that was a present, the Star Trek shaving mug that's in a box somewhere, the Tribble, the dragon "collection" on my shelf, the National Sarcasm Society sign on my cubicle wall...all presents. I dunno - maybe if I tried to reflect my culture outwardly I would be more recognized as the person I think I am. (You are what you think other people think you are...)
This sort of ties into my taste in art - I can't bloody find art I really like that I would feel comfortable putting on my wall...Then I took this quiz thing and found out that I really like this stuff:
and photography - (of women (just kidding (no I'm not)))
No conclusion - just what's on my mind.
Boobs
Day 1
I'm looking at this as the first day of the new year. Yes I know it's the sixth (technically the seventh), but - hey - it's the first Monday of the new year. Everything from then till now has been a bit of a blur anyway. This is the normal thing to do right? Indulge yourself as much as possible over the weekend and then start off fresh on Monday...
I don't really do New Year's resolutions (accept - make this year awesome) and I'm not doing that here - I have been trying to do all that stuff (lose weight, etc) for a while now and not doing any good at it. So I decided to give myself a test of self control and discipline. It seems cliche - and yeah - I saw it in a movie...but I'm going to try to go completely celibate for a month. Completely - so - nothing... no masturbation, no booty calls (pshh), nada. So...
Day 1
At this point I don't think this is going to be that difficult. Who the hell am I kidding - I think about sex like every two minutes. It's possible that I can get through this by pure thought alone - just thinking about it all the bloody time until I'm bored with it. Who the hell am I kidding - there are some things you just can't get bored with.
Maybe if I give myself some kind of reward if I make it through...
Any suggestions?
I don't really do New Year's resolutions (accept - make this year awesome) and I'm not doing that here - I have been trying to do all that stuff (lose weight, etc) for a while now and not doing any good at it. So I decided to give myself a test of self control and discipline. It seems cliche - and yeah - I saw it in a movie...but I'm going to try to go completely celibate for a month. Completely - so - nothing... no masturbation, no booty calls (pshh), nada. So...
Day 1
At this point I don't think this is going to be that difficult. Who the hell am I kidding - I think about sex like every two minutes. It's possible that I can get through this by pure thought alone - just thinking about it all the bloody time until I'm bored with it. Who the hell am I kidding - there are some things you just can't get bored with.
Maybe if I give myself some kind of reward if I make it through...
Any suggestions?
Friday, December 20, 2013
Title Pending
Friday night. Went to the movies and watched the second in the Hunger Games Trilogy. Jennifer Lawrence...yeah... Recently I've discovered that I get a much, much better night sleep if I read Philosophy books right before I sleep and keep soft jazzy hip-hop playing all night long. Don't know if I've put the story of how I found out about Nujabes on my blog yet (don't think so - I will save that for another day.) Because of Nujabes and the show "Samurai Champloo" I discovered a whole genre of music I was very sadly missing out on and am now making up time for. I don't know what to call it accept Jazz-Hip-Hop. Fat Jon, Nujabes, Force of Nature - I haven't even listened to this song by Taku, an artist I haven't heard of, but I bet you a fuck ton that it's awesome as boobs. http://youtu.be/EdemQNZVSUg Well...maybe not that awesome... I'm about half way through a bottle of cheap moscato. It's pretty darn good. BAREFOOT Moscato. Deliciously Sweet. That's on the label - not my review. Though it is pretty sweet. I'm in a funny mood. I think that's evident not only by what I'm writing but by the fact that I'm writing at all. And that I'm purposefully trying to get more and more intoxicated as I move along in this post. I decided that this town is the worst largish city for dating. My fucking tooth hurts. My tongue too. I think the dentist nicked my tongue when she was cleaning my tooth. It's right on the tip and it keeps bumping my front teeth making is worse. Okay I'm pretty drunk now. I got on here to say something specific. I suppose I could try to do that.
A while back I had the most awesome idea for a date ever. Accept - it was a horrible FIRST date idea. More like a second or third date idea. Shopping, wine, cooking, good food, good movie, laughs - that kind of thing. Which...sounds...pretty fucking awesome, especially when I draw out the details. The problem, of course, being that you have to get to the point where you can do this kind of date. You know - like - asking a girl out and all that jazz. (3/4 of the bottle)
I read an article today about asking a girl out. Not a bad article. It mentioned not doing anything too complex or (I'm going to call it) heavy on for a first date. That makes sense - and that's why the above date is a good second or third date. On my way home from the lonesome trip to the movies - I thought of a really good first date idea that would accomplish just about everything someone like me would need in a first date.
***Magical words and abnormal alignments lead me to asking a girl out and her saying yes***
"Sweet! How about we meet up at Book and Music Exchange?"
oh...my...yes....
Can you think of a better place (for me) to have a first date with someone? I mean...we get to look at books, music, and movies together all in one place! Plus it gives me the opportunity to fulfill one of my base mating instincts to offer some sort of gift in an effort to meet with her approval. I'll admit - this inspiration came from a post on a book lovers page on Facebook - something about, screw buying me a drink -- how about you buy me a book? Hells yes - I will buy you all the books - and a Nujabes CD to listen to while you are reading them. I mean, really, think about it. You get to talk about your taste in books, movies, and music (and video games????) - a perfect reflection of someone's personality. Or how about this? What if she doesn't like the idea AT ALL?
A while back I had the most awesome idea for a date ever. Accept - it was a horrible FIRST date idea. More like a second or third date idea. Shopping, wine, cooking, good food, good movie, laughs - that kind of thing. Which...sounds...pretty fucking awesome, especially when I draw out the details. The problem, of course, being that you have to get to the point where you can do this kind of date. You know - like - asking a girl out and all that jazz. (3/4 of the bottle)
I read an article today about asking a girl out. Not a bad article. It mentioned not doing anything too complex or (I'm going to call it) heavy on for a first date. That makes sense - and that's why the above date is a good second or third date. On my way home from the lonesome trip to the movies - I thought of a really good first date idea that would accomplish just about everything someone like me would need in a first date.
***Magical words and abnormal alignments lead me to asking a girl out and her saying yes***
"Sweet! How about we meet up at Book and Music Exchange?"
oh...my...yes....
Can you think of a better place (for me) to have a first date with someone? I mean...we get to look at books, music, and movies together all in one place! Plus it gives me the opportunity to fulfill one of my base mating instincts to offer some sort of gift in an effort to meet with her approval. I'll admit - this inspiration came from a post on a book lovers page on Facebook - something about, screw buying me a drink -- how about you buy me a book? Hells yes - I will buy you all the books - and a Nujabes CD to listen to while you are reading them. I mean, really, think about it. You get to talk about your taste in books, movies, and music (and video games????) - a perfect reflection of someone's personality. Or how about this? What if she doesn't like the idea AT ALL?
Nuff Said
So - she starts looking at fantasy, non-fiction, science fiction. I ask about Dresden and Ender - I get to make some 'er meh grrd' suggestions - she gets to let me know about the awesomeness that is (I don't fucking know - obviously I don't know about it yet) I hand her all the sweetness that is Japanese electronic jazz and she fills me up on (again - seriously - I haven't heard of that shit yet.) Orgasms will be had.
I mean, you know, brain orgasms...
(I finished the bottle about a paragraph ago.)
Not bad for a purposefully drunk article - I probably would have had better detail and less jumping right to book induced orgasms, but hey...
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Good Morning
There's not a big difference between being awake and being asleep. I can feel my body go unresponsive, time disappears. Images, sounds, stories, music - screaming... Why does waking up always feel like screaming? I feel the same weight, or pressure, that you get from the whole experience of screaming. Not excited screaming - the other kind. The involuntary kind. The kind of screaming that comes from your gut - a reaction rather than an activity. Time has passed - the clock says so. Was I just thinking about skateboarding on beams of light? Ugh - why does my head hurt? Can't really move yet. Just get your arm working so you can turn off the alarm - turn on Netflix, or music, or an audio book so you don't go right back to... Fuck, is it 8:00??? Yeah the light turned off. You're late for work man. Do I have time to brush my teeth? Guess I'll skip breakfast. Need coffee. Wait, need to feed the dog and ca... Fuck, how is it 8:30? Might as well brush my teeth and eat breakfast, you're supposed to be at work right now anyway. mmmm... okay...sitting up. Don't fall asleep - don't fall asleep. Shoes...no, pants...damn it - underwear - socks - shirt - pants - shirt - sweater - coat...um...shoes... teeth? no let the dog out. uh - okay feed the animals...teeth, food. Water - need water. Where the fuck are my shoes? Need to warm up the car - 15 minutes ago...
of course the cat threw up on my coat...guess I'm wearing my hoodie to work. sigh...
why does my damn head hurt so much?
oh well - fuck it - drive to work...
Coffee - need coffee...
of course the cat threw up on my coat...guess I'm wearing my hoodie to work. sigh...
why does my damn head hurt so much?
oh well - fuck it - drive to work...
Coffee - need coffee...
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
What
Oh my goodness, what a year. Where did the last 5-6 months go?
Did I learn anything?
Surely.
Surely I learned something from it.
Yeah - but I would rather keep it to myself. Interesting that - someone who want to write, thinking that he should keep his thoughts to himself.
I feel like writing some stories - yeah - I think that's what I'll do.
Did I learn anything?
Surely.
Surely I learned something from it.
Yeah - but I would rather keep it to myself. Interesting that - someone who want to write, thinking that he should keep his thoughts to himself.
I feel like writing some stories - yeah - I think that's what I'll do.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Life Rules
I'm no expert in living a happy life. But, I'm learning! I saw this 'article' on a terrible website; one which does not have my recommendation. I'm 100% certain it's not original. BUT, this is a good reminder, even for people who are pretty good at this 'life' stuff, of some things you can do to make improvements to yourself and your relationships.
If you're having trouble with some of these - give them a shot - my suggestion is that if you do work on one, don't sacrifice another aspect of your life in order to do it. You're all smart enough to understand these, but if you want to read the crappy article - check out the link below.
If you're having trouble with some of these - give them a shot - my suggestion is that if you do work on one, don't sacrifice another aspect of your life in order to do it. You're all smart enough to understand these, but if you want to read the crappy article - check out the link below.
- Appreciate life
- Choose friends wisely
- Be considerate
- Learn continuously
- Creative problem solving
- Do what you love
- Enjoy life
- Laugh
- Forgive
- Gratitude
- Invest in relationships
- Keep your word
- Meditate
- Mind your own business
- Optimism
- Love unconditionally
- Persistence
- Be Proactive
- Self Care
- Self Confidence
- Take Responsibility
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Talk to me - in that one voice...
(active voice)(~not Scottish)
This summer just started... Can you believe that?I learned some interesting lessons this spring. I'm not sure why some things have to be so damn hard to learn. This spring, for me, was all about communication.
If you know me - or read my blog (like - at all) then you know my method of communication is all about information. I use communication to inform people. That's fine ~but~ people don't like being told stuff - about things - all the time. I actually sort of feel bad for people who ask me questions. I always have this empathetic moment, where I sigh and think, "You have no idea what you just got yourself into." Yes - that's what that sigh is; for those of you who have heard it... That sigh is not, "Really? Now I HAVE to answer your question? Why you make me work so much?" no-no... There really is no short, simple answer to the question, "What did you do this weekend?" in my world.
That's not exactly true. Here's the thing. You really don't care about all the details involved in how I came to end up having a conversation with a girl I haven't seen in almost 15 years. All you really care about is that I ended up having a conversation with a girl I haven't seen in 15 years. And - that's all you're going to remember in about a week and a half anyway. Unless you're one of the few people who really enjoys it when I go into ridiculous amounts of detail, or one of the people who are just used to it at this point. Some of you guys already know what that sigh means - sigh yourself - and have the thought, "Ah crap, what have I gotten myself into now... Better make sure I don't have to be anywhere in the next 30 minutes or so... Why do you move your hands so much when you talk? Wait did he just say duck vagina?"
ah - inside jokes
So, firstly, I'm trying to get better at listening to and taking the advice of others. I guess you guys are pretty smart - and can offer a different perspective on what's going on - and have good, useful things to say... I guess... heh. I'm also reading books, written for people who aren't good at dealing with people and "regular" life situations - and REALLY trying not to jeer at them - and REALLY trying to learn something about social engagement. And, of course, trying to practice at this stuff....
I've learned that sometimes you can say a lot without saying much of anything. And, there is definitely such a thing as saying too much. (~A lesson we all learn at some point.) I'm trying to gear my words toward actions and activity - trying to make my voice more active rather than passive - trying to engage AND inform. Bloody complicated - this.
And, I thought meeting women was tough... Sheesh...
Monday, July 8, 2013
When I grow up I want to...
Did you ever wonder if you were going to grow up?
Was there a moment when you thought you weren't going to make it?
Was that a moment of pain - fear - desperation?
Was it real?
Check out these other photos by Thomas Tham
http://121clicks.com/showcases/disadvantaged-children-photography-by-thomas-tham
Was there a moment when you thought you weren't going to make it?
Was that a moment of pain - fear - desperation?
Was it real?
Check out these other photos by Thomas Tham
http://121clicks.com/showcases/disadvantaged-children-photography-by-thomas-tham
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Strange connection?
What's this feeling? Oh yeah, it's that feeling we get when we feel accomplished. What makes you feel accomplished? What makes you raise your arms in the air, feeling victorious? It changes right? Maybe it's getting a first date after a couple years of being single. After a few first dates, maybe it's getting a second date. Maybe, for you, the victory dance comes after a first kiss. Maybe it takes a lot more for you to feel like you've done something right.
Crap - I didn't mean for this to be about dating. What I wanted to say was - find that thing that makes you raise your arms in the air and make that what you do. That doesn't necessarily mean do it for a living. Hell, if I can kiss ladies for a living - sign me up! (lo, I am no Magic Mike. ~ Closer to Michael Moore) (I digress ~ a lot) Part of my point is - doing data analysis and writing the chaotic randomness that pours out of my brain doesn't exactly make me jump for joy. (Though I do get small victories from some of the more difficult problems I solve.) You know what makes me really march around and feel joyously victorious? Helping other people feel good. (And kissing ladies, but let's not get into that ~ not really sure I remember what it's like.)
I try to help others feel good all the time, though I'm not sure how good I am at it. That feeling - that knowledge that I may have been the cause for someone else's happiness - it's more satisfying than getting laid. (Getting laid is super satisfying when I can help her feel happy at the same time :) (~not really sure I remember what that's like either.)
Okay I can tell where my mind is going and I'm not going to do that here. This was going to be about life success and feeling good about yourself - obviously sex and feeling good are closely tied together in my brain ~ weird.
Crap - I didn't mean for this to be about dating. What I wanted to say was - find that thing that makes you raise your arms in the air and make that what you do. That doesn't necessarily mean do it for a living. Hell, if I can kiss ladies for a living - sign me up! (lo, I am no Magic Mike. ~ Closer to Michael Moore) (I digress ~ a lot) Part of my point is - doing data analysis and writing the chaotic randomness that pours out of my brain doesn't exactly make me jump for joy. (Though I do get small victories from some of the more difficult problems I solve.) You know what makes me really march around and feel joyously victorious? Helping other people feel good. (And kissing ladies, but let's not get into that ~ not really sure I remember what it's like.)
I try to help others feel good all the time, though I'm not sure how good I am at it. That feeling - that knowledge that I may have been the cause for someone else's happiness - it's more satisfying than getting laid. (Getting laid is super satisfying when I can help her feel happy at the same time :) (~not really sure I remember what that's like either.)
Okay I can tell where my mind is going and I'm not going to do that here. This was going to be about life success and feeling good about yourself - obviously sex and feeling good are closely tied together in my brain ~ weird.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Party Time
I opened up a blog for posts about my buddy Dalaina'a birthday.
It's mostly inside jokes and "you would have needed to be there" type stuff, but the message is clear. We had loads of fun.
http://thedaytheworldstartedspinning.blogspot.com/
It's mostly inside jokes and "you would have needed to be there" type stuff, but the message is clear. We had loads of fun.
http://thedaytheworldstartedspinning.blogspot.com/
Thursday, June 13, 2013
The new - the old - just an update.
I guess it's been a while.
What a crazy month.
I sort of had it out with my sister. She's really not used to me NOT taking her bullshit sitting down. I'm not going to get into it. It's not worth the time it would take to write. Suffice to say that some people make immovable objects seem tolerable. (A fact she's proud of.)
I've been all over the place this month. This whole online dating thing is straight crazy-sauce. The people I've met haven't been crazy. (They probably can't say the same.) It's just that the whole process is crazy. If you can imagine the sort of dedication and thought I put into some things, then you can imagine what it's been like with dating sites. I did my homework... Lot's of homework... I've been at this for a little over three months now - I've had two dates. Exactly half the number of people who have actually responded to messages and at least seemed like real people. The dates were - okay. I liked one of them, but I could tell she thought I was strange and that she had dealt with someone who had a thought process like mine. She kept working around my weirdness like a pro - and - she didn't like it. Sigh... The other lady was cool, but she was looking for something I'm not.
Now, I'm just messaging people so that Match.com has to give me 6 months free when I don't meet "someone special." I think they depended on statistics when they made that guarantee. If you are active and are looking for someone, then chances are you are going to find someone in a relatively short period of time. Match never met me... Fuck statistics, I'm an outlier.
I spent the last month preparing for a few particularly taxing things. I dropped the equivalent of 2 month's rent (extra) to move into a new place this month. My new house is pretty darn awesome though and it's in a great location. A couple of my most awesome friends (and my completely awesome mama) helped me pack, move, and minimize in a total of 2 days. It's sort of weird, 'cause I feel like I've been here a lot longer than a week and a half. Everything is already set up and I've already fallen into a routine. That's a big thanks to my good buddies helping get things organized and a HUGE thanks to my god-son for staying with me for a week and helping me keep from going crazy. I've been getting home in less than half the time it was taking before. It feels like I have all this time to do stuff with now - and I haven't quite figured out what to do with it. (I definitely owe you guys some writing - which someone pointed out recently :)
I had the second surgery on my ear the week before I moved. I didn't pass out when I got the IV this time. Yet again the nurse didn't listen to me and she tried to put it in the wrong place - sigh - so I had to get poked several times... Luckily I was able to meditate through it this time. But man, they really don't like it when you're holding perfectly still with your eyes closed and aren't reacting to anything. It's like ~ they've seen that before - and it was a bad thing - or something... We'll find out how well it went in a week or so when I go for a checkup.
The same week - a couple days after my ear surgery - I had something else done. I don't want to ruin the surprise - I just want to mention a pattern I noticed. People who noticed something was different, but couldn't quite figure it out, complemented me on how much weight I had lost recently. (Exactly zero pounds at the time.) The same thing happens pretty much every time I shave. I love people.
Speaking of weight loss - I bought a juicer - one of those "Nutribullet" things. Basically an uber-blender. I've been drinking my breakfast for a couple weeks now. My initial push was about 10 lbs and I haven't gone any further down since. I'm 100% certain that the couple bouts of fast-food and the very restaurant heavy nights out have something to do with that. I'm definitely on the refocusing path though. I think the act of thinking about food helps more than anything else. When I get to the point where I'm not thinking about what I'm eating - that's when things get bad - that's why I gained back half the weight I lost last year... I can feel a big difference though. I don't know if it's the move, the food, or a combination of things, but I have been feeling a lot better the last few weeks.
Soooo... This weird thing has been happening for a while now. Every once in a while I get these emails. Emails from Russia. (.ru) Contained in these emails...pictures of people's teeth. Not smiles... oh no... not smiles... VERY clinical - very SCARY pictures of people's teeth. Mostly - really (I mean REALLY) fucking messed up looking pictures of people's f'ugly ass teeth. One of them had 10 (one zero) pictures of this person's (later you can tell it was a woman - despite the mustache) fuckin' cross bite. I...was...mesmerized. So... I got to Googlein'... Thinking this was some sort of sexual fetish thing. (I mean - I do write about sex.) And...turns out that there is definitely a sexual fetish about teeth - and - about fucked up teeth (of course.) But - I keep getting them and they are very clinical... (The dots are my awe.) So - when I started getting a lot of page hits on this page from Russia recently - it made it seem WAY worse...
Two people, one of my best homies and the other - one of the coolest people I know, have been out of the country for the past month. You have both been in the foreground of my thoughts. To quote one of my favorite fictional characters, "As I experience certain sensory input patterns, my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The input is eventually anticipated, and even missed when absent." - Lt. Commander Data.
My mental pathways have missed your sensory input patterns.
What a crazy month.
I sort of had it out with my sister. She's really not used to me NOT taking her bullshit sitting down. I'm not going to get into it. It's not worth the time it would take to write. Suffice to say that some people make immovable objects seem tolerable. (A fact she's proud of.)
I've been all over the place this month. This whole online dating thing is straight crazy-sauce. The people I've met haven't been crazy. (They probably can't say the same.) It's just that the whole process is crazy. If you can imagine the sort of dedication and thought I put into some things, then you can imagine what it's been like with dating sites. I did my homework... Lot's of homework... I've been at this for a little over three months now - I've had two dates. Exactly half the number of people who have actually responded to messages and at least seemed like real people. The dates were - okay. I liked one of them, but I could tell she thought I was strange and that she had dealt with someone who had a thought process like mine. She kept working around my weirdness like a pro - and - she didn't like it. Sigh... The other lady was cool, but she was looking for something I'm not.
Now, I'm just messaging people so that Match.com has to give me 6 months free when I don't meet "someone special." I think they depended on statistics when they made that guarantee. If you are active and are looking for someone, then chances are you are going to find someone in a relatively short period of time. Match never met me... Fuck statistics, I'm an outlier.
I spent the last month preparing for a few particularly taxing things. I dropped the equivalent of 2 month's rent (extra) to move into a new place this month. My new house is pretty darn awesome though and it's in a great location. A couple of my most awesome friends (and my completely awesome mama) helped me pack, move, and minimize in a total of 2 days. It's sort of weird, 'cause I feel like I've been here a lot longer than a week and a half. Everything is already set up and I've already fallen into a routine. That's a big thanks to my good buddies helping get things organized and a HUGE thanks to my god-son for staying with me for a week and helping me keep from going crazy. I've been getting home in less than half the time it was taking before. It feels like I have all this time to do stuff with now - and I haven't quite figured out what to do with it. (I definitely owe you guys some writing - which someone pointed out recently :)
I had the second surgery on my ear the week before I moved. I didn't pass out when I got the IV this time. Yet again the nurse didn't listen to me and she tried to put it in the wrong place - sigh - so I had to get poked several times... Luckily I was able to meditate through it this time. But man, they really don't like it when you're holding perfectly still with your eyes closed and aren't reacting to anything. It's like ~ they've seen that before - and it was a bad thing - or something... We'll find out how well it went in a week or so when I go for a checkup.
The same week - a couple days after my ear surgery - I had something else done. I don't want to ruin the surprise - I just want to mention a pattern I noticed. People who noticed something was different, but couldn't quite figure it out, complemented me on how much weight I had lost recently. (Exactly zero pounds at the time.) The same thing happens pretty much every time I shave. I love people.
Speaking of weight loss - I bought a juicer - one of those "Nutribullet" things. Basically an uber-blender. I've been drinking my breakfast for a couple weeks now. My initial push was about 10 lbs and I haven't gone any further down since. I'm 100% certain that the couple bouts of fast-food and the very restaurant heavy nights out have something to do with that. I'm definitely on the refocusing path though. I think the act of thinking about food helps more than anything else. When I get to the point where I'm not thinking about what I'm eating - that's when things get bad - that's why I gained back half the weight I lost last year... I can feel a big difference though. I don't know if it's the move, the food, or a combination of things, but I have been feeling a lot better the last few weeks.
Soooo... This weird thing has been happening for a while now. Every once in a while I get these emails. Emails from Russia. (.ru) Contained in these emails...pictures of people's teeth. Not smiles... oh no... not smiles... VERY clinical - very SCARY pictures of people's teeth. Mostly - really (I mean REALLY) fucking messed up looking pictures of people's f'ugly ass teeth. One of them had 10 (one zero) pictures of this person's (later you can tell it was a woman - despite the mustache) fuckin' cross bite. I...was...mesmerized. So... I got to Googlein'... Thinking this was some sort of sexual fetish thing. (I mean - I do write about sex.) And...turns out that there is definitely a sexual fetish about teeth - and - about fucked up teeth (of course.) But - I keep getting them and they are very clinical... (The dots are my awe.) So - when I started getting a lot of page hits on this page from Russia recently - it made it seem WAY worse...
Two people, one of my best homies and the other - one of the coolest people I know, have been out of the country for the past month. You have both been in the foreground of my thoughts. To quote one of my favorite fictional characters, "As I experience certain sensory input patterns, my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The input is eventually anticipated, and even missed when absent." - Lt. Commander Data.
My mental pathways have missed your sensory input patterns.
My how time rolls by
Google asked me to create a map for a course I'm taking. It asked me what story I was going to tell, so I decided to map my life - or at least parts of it.
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