| Play him off... |
[Aug. 27th, 2009|11:21 am] |
Fact: There are many people in the world. People all eventually die. Some die young.
Fact: Internet fads are pervasive, especially among young people.
Conclusion: Somewhere, keyboard cat has probably played someone off at their funeral. If it hasn't happened yet, it will soon. |
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| State Fair |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|08:21 am] |
I went with some work friends to the State Fair. Aside from the oppressive heat, it was pretty fun. I live about a mile and a half away, so I just walked there, and by the time I got there the air conditioned expo center was pretty much the greatest thing in the history of mankind. I contacted said friends to find out where they were while I meandered up and down the aisles, browsing all the kitchen gadgets, home improvement products, and various "As Seen on TV" wonders. One booth had a wide selection of belts. A brown one with a nice embossed design and a decent price caught my eye and, having bemoaned my lack of a belt on the walk over, I purchased it and used it. I received a message indicating a vague area where the friends could be found, so I headed back out into the heat.
I started by picking up a cream puff. I've only had one before and that was ages ago. Tasty, but rather messy. After the cream puff, I made a vow to myself that any other food I bought that day would have to be on a stick. Because at the fair, there's a lot of food on sticks.
I ran into August while wandering around. He was wearing a plaid shirt, a big woven-reed hat, and a pair of way-too-wight, bedazzled jeans. Oddly enough, the look didn't surprise me at all on him. I went with him to meet the rest of the group at the pig races. Wagers were made, pigs, goats, and ducks raced, and a pig swam.
The rest of the evening involved a lot of walking around, listening to music, and eating. As per my earlier vow, al the food I consumed was on sticks. I started out with corn on the cob, which is really food on a naturally occuring stick. Then I moved on to a large chunk of barbequed pork (on a stick). I was tempted by a sampler plate of various deep fried cheese products, but they weren't on a stick, so I had to pass. Instead, I went with a slice of cheesecake, dipped in chocolate and rolled in chopped nuts (on a stick). As the night drew to a close, I finshed up with a s'more (deep-fried) (on a stick). |
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| Well that's not fun |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|09:36 am] |
Contrary to what I previously assumed, I am no, in fact invincible. I am experiencing my first occurance of sunburn.
It took three straight days of being out in the sun from dawn to dusk (two while hiking and rock climbing, one while walking around a Six Flag "amusement" park, but I have a bit of burned skin on the shoulders and a touch of it on the tip of my nose.
Could it be that I may have to actually look into this newfangled "sunscreen" thing the kids are all talking about? Psht, nonsense.
( In which I bitch about Six Flags... )
In conclusion: fuck Six Flags. That was the last time I'm going.
Addendum: our backpacks were still there when we went and checked. Sean ran them back out to the car and I cursed heavily when it later started raining and I didn't have the raincoat I was smart enough to bring...in my backpack. |
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| Glasses |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|09:18 am] |
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Madison folks: I left my glasses at someone's house. If you could keep an eye out for a strange pair of spectacles, it would b appreciated. |
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| Twitter |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|09:13 am] |
To my friends on LJ that post lots of things with Twitter: I won't see it.
I pretty much skip anything posted via Twitter. The posts are generally half of a conversation with someone else using Twitter. It's the same reason the wall thing on Facebook or people yapping away in the checkout line on their cell phone drive me nuts.
My apologies. I hope I didn't miss anything important.
(edit: sorry, that last statement sounds snarky. It's not meant to be.) |
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| Older |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|10:59 am] |
Well since Gabe announced his, I guess I should too.
I turned 29 (four days ago).
Man, I procrastinate at EVERYTHING. |
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| Reunion |
[May. 19th, 2008|12:13 pm] |
I had my 10 year high school reunion last weekend and, surprisingly, had a lot of fun. A quick rundown:
- I recognized and remembered almost everyone (not too difficult since we only had 140 people in our class and maybe 1/3 of them showed up, but still, go go gadget memory)
- Way too many of my classmates have grown up, gotten married, and had kids.
- The most common reaction upon seeing me was "Wow, when did you get so big?" The first couple times I thought the person meant fat, but then I realized they meant muscles. +5 ego. I appreciated the pokes and the squeezings of the arms from the attractive female classmates, but I would have appreciated them more 10 years ago (see note #2).
- A classmate who was fighting cancer in high school is still alive and looking pretty good. This is good.
- One of my best friends in high school (whom I sadly lost touch with) wasn't there. When I asked where he was, I was informed that he had been comitted a few years ago and is now in a mental institution. This is bad. |
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| Late birthday/early Christmas present |
[Dec. 20th, 2007|08:36 am] |
So I get out of work last night around 6 and make my way to the parking lot to find...my driver's side rear window bashed in. My backpack with about $200 worth of climbing gear missing. Also in the backpack: a notebook with sketches, writings, and creative notes stretching back more than 10 years.
Often I've contimplated the concept of infinity, last night I think I finally got it. Last night my anger was incomprehensible. This morning it's been reduced to a dull rage and cold desire for revenge.
Seriously, who the fuck steals a climbing harness (the item that was sticking out the top of the wide open backpack)? |
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| TF:IMAX |
[Sep. 21st, 2007|01:34 pm] |
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Ok, Madison folks, looks like the only WIsconsin IMAX theatre showing Transformers is Star Cinema in Fitchberg. Who wants to go? |
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| People getting married |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|08:55 am] |
My friend Bryan recently became engaged to his girlfriend, Cindy.
Apparently I'm going to be the best man. Crap, that's, like, responsibility, isn't it? |
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| Was it a dream?... |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|10:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pearl Jam - Hey, Foxymophandlemama, that's me. | ] |
So I'm quite disoriented this morning. Last night, I woke up around 3 AM to light shining in through my bedroom door that was open just a crack. This is notable because I live in an apartment by myself. Moments after waking up, I hear footsteps on the hardwood floor. Ok, what the fuck?
So I quickly get up and put on some pants. After all, if I have to duke it out with some intruder, I don't want Sam Jr. in the way. The lights in the living room and the kitchen are on and the door's open...but there's no one there. I push my desk chair out of the way, close and lock the front door, and turn off the lights before lying back down again. After staring at the ceiling for about 15 minutes trying to figure out what the hell's going on, I finally fall back to sleep.
Fast forward to the morning. I wake up, a little groggy, and then I remember the events of a few hours earlier. Convinced it was some fucked up dream, I go about my morning routine, but then I noticed a few things that were moved during the "dream" aren't where they were when I went to bed the first time the night before, including the desk chair that is now pushed back by the desk (which I did last night at 3). As an added "what the hell?", I find that both my alarm clocks (I'm a pretty heavy sleeper usually) are lagging the rest of the clocks in the apartment and the actual time by about 30 minutes.
So I'm positive I DID wake up last night and things were moved. What I don't know is what happened. Did someone else come in my apartment, turn the lights on, and leave? Did I get up, open the door, and turn the lights on in some sort of weird sleepwalking exercise? Am I misremembering how things were before I went to bed the first time? Why were my clocks turned back? |
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| Grandfather, Part 4 |
[Feb. 1st, 2007|01:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pleased | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Public Enemy - Fight the Power | ] |
They got the internal bleeding under control and he's waking up.
In a surprise move, his kidneys unexpectedly kicked in, so it looks like he won't need to go on dialysis.
I'm quite pleased, as the little bouncing star icon indicates. |
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| Grandfather, Part 3 |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|02:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tool - Lateralus | ] |
Damnit. Internal bleeding. |
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| Grandfather, Part 2 |
[Jan. 28th, 2007|02:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  optimistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sponge - Rotting Pinata | ] |
Well I'll be damned. 7-hour quadruple bypass surgery where they also cleared out a bunch of his arteries and it looks like he's going to pull through.
See? I knew it was impossible. |
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| Grandfather |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|04:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Yoko Kanno and the Seatbelts - Pushing the Sky | ] |
My dad just called and let me know that my grandfather apparently needs a heart bypass surgery and if they can't do it he only has a couple days to live.
This is quite obviously false as my grandfather is invincible. |
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| Accent? |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|10:35 am] |
It was that damn "bag" question!
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Inland North You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop." | | North Central | | | The Midland | | | The Northeast | | | The South | | | The West | | | Philadelphia | | | Boston | | What American accent do you have?
Take More Quizzes |
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| Sweet relief |
[Jul. 13th, 2006|08:51 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Man of Constant Sorrow | ] |
I've never been so glad to be in that dentist's chair as I was yesterday.
The root's been canalled and the swelling is starting to go down with the penicillin. When I went in, the dentist said he was surprised I hadn't passed out with the pain with all the swelling I had. I almost did, too, when he injected the novocaine which only made the swelling worse and caused a pain to explode in my head so intense I almost ripped the arm off the chair (I noticed it was a little loose when I left).
Afterwards I went to my parents for a few hours and proceeded to get mothered after my mom saw my face and found out I had a 102 F fever. For a while I thought the 8.5 yeasr streak was going to be broken, but I ended up being able to slurp down some delicious orange sherbert.
They gave me a prescription for vicodin, but it kinda seems like overkill, so I've just been using some regular-strength tylenol. I'll save the vicodin for when I really need it. |
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