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| DREAM: THE TRIP |  | Category: Personal
Friday, January 24th, 2003 @ 01:30 pm
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Peter had already left for the sunny vaction spot in Eastern Europe, but I had to stay back and finish working on my motorcycle. Talking to Christine on the phone, I realized that we were actually going there to visit Kim and Ray, but she couldn't go. I suddenly remembered why:
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The hellicopter accident. why we were all foolish enough to try to land the helicopter behind a grocery store at night, I'll never know, but Christine sure had a hard time getting the thing to take off afterwards, what with its propeller blades pinned between the ground and the helicopter itself.
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Well, the bike was finished and I had a lot of time to make up, so I hit out onto the traffic cluttered highway. After a while I finally reached what was causing all this traffic begin with. It was a large cement truck filling large potholes with concrete. The closer I looked the more it became apperant the it was actually paving a huge section of missing high-rise interstate. There were wooden planks stretched out accrose the chasm that cars were crossing on, a plank under each pair of wheels. The police office kindly informed me that as a motorcyclist, I could simply ride up on the side barrier of the interstate that still connected the two sides. I'd only be horizontal for a few seconds, but I should be ok.
I couldn't stop, this was too much fun, launching off the sides of bridges, landing on interstate onramps only to launch of the sides of those once I built enough speed back up. Why haven't I ever done this before? The cop certainly seemed to think it was ok.
Finally, on my plane to sunny Eastern Europe, too bad I'll have to stop off in London to jump onto a connecting flight first.
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| PARTY (FOR REAL THIS TIME) | | Category: Personal
Thursday, January 9th, 2003 @ 02:58 pm
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a week late, but what can you do? i had work last week and was pretty much broke. so this saturday, it's on.
reason?
my brother is now twenty-three. and because it's good to drink beer and turn up the music and q up and watch with concern while i make an ass of myself. again.
so if you've met my brother and want to show your love for him you'll want to stop by. this would also be a triple-header party because (as mentioned before) los roomates are marking five years of togetherness today and then tomorrow is matt's birthday. i don't know which one. 35th? 80th? 12th? i don't know. he's not the same age as me, that's for sure. but he's gonna be out of town for a belfry bats show. so if you'd rather celebrate his birthday, you should get here earlier in the day so you can follow him. or you can come out friday to checkpoint charlie's (again) to see analogue missionary (again). but they're nice kids and who knows... might be fun. i know i've got to throw at least a couple pitchers matt's way. perhaps some of you might want to do same.
but anyway, about my brother (if you haven't met him)... when it comes to the boys in my family, he got the looks, the charm, and the ability to kick your ass. all of that in addition to a fine appreciation for the imbibable liquids. i think the only thing i've got over him is years and an iffy dose of musical talent. so if you like putting up with me, you'll love him to death and probably offer to puff his peter. and you don't even need to feel bad about it. pretty much everyone wants to eventually. he's just that cool.
so, a quick run down on things nathan likes (in case you want to buy a present for someone you don't know all that well) (and besides, i like sharing my results from image-googling):
i think the thing that mostly sets my brother and i apart in the things we like department is cars. nathan loves bad ass cars. i mean, i do too. but he likes them enough to know what makes 'em tick.
he's my brother and kim's sister, so he smokes and drinks. and what does he smoke and drink?
kool filter kings. one reason i've heard many times is that people don't bum cigarettes off of you if you smoke menthols. and i can understand that. menthols taste fucking weird.
he drinks beer. he's not choosy. not a beer snob. cold? fizzy? available? close enough. i'll try to have a variety of things available, but probably nothing as great as this.
so get here saturday night. if it's rainy or cold, we'll just set another fire downstairs. kenny will be out of town anyway.
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| BACK IN BEIGE | | Category: Personal
Wednesday, June 5th, 2002 @ 12:29 am
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Ya, its me, the big G-one-three. I guess I've been on hiatus for a while now. A lot of people that I've talked to think I did the last post for obvious reasons, but its not true, check out the 'posted by' name, it was Ian.
For all of you that don't know, I got a job with foo at an insurance claims company (not an insurance company, that's gay). All's been super swell. Its nice to be confronted by a problem you need to right code for, and you can do it in php. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, trust me, it rocks. We got hit bad with klez last week, but due to the fact that there's two of us now, he got to keep coding, and I got to wipe it off of 30+ computers. And install software to keep it off. And check up on said software every 30 seconds. And find misc computers around the building that aren't documented anywhere that were festering with infection. But, hey, it keeps me busy. Besides that, I've been busy with a data migration project that is pretty much taking up all my spare time plus some.
I know this doesn't interest two thirds of my audience (read: 4 out of the 6 of you all), but I just had to vent my spleen for a moment.
Outside of that, not much has been going on. I've started eating and drinking on weekdays again. I still don't know if that's good or bad. Probably bad, I've been feeling husky lately. I'm kinda of throwing away my dream of attaining the sveltness of my younger days. Or maybe not. Maybe a good month long drug binge will bring me back into weight check.
Anyhow, I miss my point... well, really I have no point. I guess I'll go now. You've had you're damned update, I hope your happy.
Oh yeah, and congrats to the Winkle, he gots himself gain'fly employed now too. And working with linux. ROCK ON!
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| I IS GAINFULLY EMPLOYED | | Category: Personal
Tuesday, May 14th, 2002 @ 11:31 am
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Mr. Happy-Go-To-Work-Man
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Well, I am once again on the straight and narrow. I have achieved employment once more. I wish I could say that, like John, have risen like the phoenix from the ashes of being laid off, but that would be false. Its more like this quivering lump of unemployed medical refuse was grasped and ripped from the ashes and thrown back into the air by someone who must be the best damned salesmen on the planet. I mean, hell, he sold me for christsakes. And his boss bought it, hook, like and sinker.
Not to say that it was a con job, but you know, a person can't write about themselves without delving into a little bit of self-ego-mutilation. Its just how journaling works.
The clincher is that I pulled the "I'm going to be out of town at the end of this week," so I was able to hook up starting on Tuesday so that I can still go on vacation. Shazam. within two weeks I've been laid off, had a little time off from work as a side effect, got a vacation and a new fucking jizzob! I WIN!
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| THE DUDE -- NO LONGER A MYTH | | Category: Personal
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002 @ 11:58 am
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You Look the Way I Feel
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I believe unemployment has run it's course. I am no longer satisfied to sit around the house contemplating my next move -- its about time to make that next move. I'm having a sort of conflict about how to go about it though. You see, I've had a vacation planned for over two months now, just a weekend and a few extraneous days before it, an am wondering on how I should broach this.
My original plan, and I suppose the one I'm still operating under, had me landing a job and not starting until after I get back. I think asking for a vacation in one week upon getting hired would look kind of bad, so I'm thinking this would be the best way of going about it. That is of course, unless its not an option, in which case I'll just have to abandon my plans (fuck).
The picture of The Dude, from The Big Lebowski, probably conjures up images of me sitting around, drinking white russians and bowling, but such is not the case. While my drinking has increased (in regularity, not amount) by having a couple beers a day, I don't think I've even gotten drunk since the day I get laid off. And I haven't been bowling, but I have been playing my fair share of Jedi Knight II.
The little lady has been going to work more often in the last week, but still not with the regularity one would expect from the girlfriend of a recently laid off guy who plans to go on a vacation with her in the coming weeks. I also had to pay rent the week I was let go, I have a lunch planned with my mother for mother's day, and I still need insurance for my bike. Well, I hope that depressed you as thoroughly as it depresses me on a daily basis, but I digress.
Actually, that's about it for my current status in the world. Unemployed and not lovin' it. Most of the time I've been out of work before I've enjoyed it to a certain extent. I would suppose it was because up until now, not all of my friends worked nine to fivers on weekdays so I at least had someone to kill time with if I so chose. Well, its about time I got back to procrastinating about calling people for jobs. Have fun kiddies, and work and extra shift, just for me.
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