Let’s Talk About Me For A Change
What's so funny about that? Just what are you implying?
What's been going on in my life:
- My at-work life for the last 2 weeks: 12 hour days, 7 days a week, all to get 2 major projects up and running, and whose go-live dates, through the magic of federal management, happened to collide within the same week. Yesterday was my first day off in 2 weeks, and I spent it in the corner of my bedroom rocking back and forth. Today I ventured out into the "big blue room," and cringed at the burning orb. (and if this is a normal week for you, I don't want to hear it. I'm fragile damnit. Fragile!)
- Best part of living on the central coast? Walking on the beach today, ran into a couple of people looking out at sea. They were watching a couple whales. We never did see the actual whales, but we saw the spray from their blowholes. How cool is that?
- My sister is getting married next weekend. I've talked about her before, here and here. I pseudonymed her "Betty" in previous posts, and although I feel a little unkind for it, for the sake of continuity, she remains "Betty." Anyway, I've catalogued before that Betty is a mess, and her waste of a boyfriend is an abusive alcoholic maniac. And I'm flying into town for the show. Why? Because dad wants to kill Chet. I'm thinking that with just a little cajoling, I can get Chet to take a swing at me, because that's what Chet does. He hits women. After that I just need to sit back and watch my former-Marine dad turn Chet into paté. I'll take pics if I can.
- The studio I was writing for has officially folded. I'd been expecting it for some time, but it finally became official. It's really a shame too, because although this thing wasn't going to be the next WoW killer, or really, even the next anything killer, I think it was going to be something special. Best of luck to you all–Darci (who you can blame for teaching me Photoshop), Dan, Michael, Brian, Matt, Gary, and George. It was a nice run. Thanks for the memories. You're why this blog exists.
- I'm just kidding about starting a fight with Chet, but only for my sister. I'll be nice.
- I spent part of today getting reacquainted with my Fire/Rad Controller. She really needs to be nerfed, although Circle of Thorns still gives her a lot of trouble. Burned through 4 Break-Free inspirations in one fight, and still died. She really does rock though.
- I learned Friday that LLPoF is coming back into our group. I should be mad, but all I can think of is "hey, at least I'll have some good material for the blog." Yeah, I'm becoming one of those bloggers.
- Maria, my cool neighbor from Guam, made another batch of Chocolate Banana Lumpia, and suddenly life was good again.
- More whining as it happens.
And that's the news from Lake Woeisme, where the women are irrational, the men are non-existent, and all the blog posts are above average.
September 18th, 2006 at 6:20 am
I admire your dedication. Working 12 hour days and still finding time to post to your blog
Sounds like lots of good blog material coming up.. I can hardly wait. Don’t forget to bring your tennis racket to the wedding..
September 18th, 2006 at 6:23 am
Note: I meant to encompass the first sentence of my comment with pseudo-HTML tags which said “fanboi”, and “/fanboi”, but wordpress swallowed them up, even though they showed up in the live preview.
September 18th, 2006 at 6:46 am
I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one, oh my, me, my,
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
That was a gimme.
1. Those are some bullshit hours! 84 hour work weeks!? For fuck’s sake! I’ve decided all I really want out of life is not to be tied to someone else’s schedule. Is that too much to ask?
2. Central Coast? Texas?
3. Picking a fight with your sister’s would-be husband to get your Dad to pummel him? HAWT!
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5. DAMMIT!
September 18th, 2006 at 7:21 am
Kullyfonia.
Let me know how that whole not being tied to someone else’s schedule works out. I might want to give it a try.
September 18th, 2006 at 7:45 am
I recommend Arrested Development S3 plus your fav beverage. That and running to shake off the bad karma. Hope you it works.
September 18th, 2006 at 8:00 am
That’s not central at all now is it?
I’ve developed a three pronged stategy which should mature in about 15-20 years.
Short term: Real estate
Long term: Market trend-following
Immediate: Keep away from children
Fill in the gaps with contract work and their you have it. Freedom from the taskmaster which is my alarm clock.
September 18th, 2006 at 8:12 am
Hmmm, maybe I’m using geographical speak local to California and didn’t know it. Basically anywhere along the CA coast that’s within a couple hours or so South of San Francisco is considered the “central coast” because it’s, well central California. Anything east of CA we consider a hazy cultureless void, and view with disdain and contempt. Where is this “Tecks-uhs” you speak of? It sounds absolutely dreadful.
September 18th, 2006 at 10:29 am
Oh hell, don’t give them any more encouragement. Hasn’t having everything be nerfed with every patch been enough? I’m sure you’ll get your wish though, and soon have all your powers removed completely since you have been abusing them to kill bad guys.
September 18th, 2006 at 10:29 am
Tut, tut, and here I thought you more worldly than to focus so narrowly on your own coast.
Also, Texas *is* absolutely dreadful if you’re a cow… or a democrat.
Other points of interest include:
Sand
Humidity
“Beefallo”
Crazy whack jobs who believe they’re the Messiah and lead innocent people to their deaths based on their zealotry. Also, there was David Coresh.
September 18th, 2006 at 10:32 am
If Chet (flashes to Wierd Science and chuckles) is that bad, a drunk abusing scumbag, then perhaps starting the fight might be a good idea. Your sister probably thinks, as most abused women do, that once they get married he’ll change. She’s sure of it. Man that sucks!
Sorry about the horrid work weeks, and return of worker ass. I have a suggestion, a simple one at that, just go out and win the lottery! See all problems solved!
September 18th, 2006 at 12:05 pm
When I lived in the Central Coast, we proudly referred to ourselves as part of Northern California. Wherever we lived, the line separating the cool and trendy and environmentally friendly Northern California from the dirty, awful, ugly, superficial Southern California was south of us somewhere.
Now that I live in San Diego, the line separating Northern and Southern (ie, Baja) California is in Tijuana.
I was so clueless about Cali when I moved here from New Hamster, I thought they meant Monterey Bay when they said “Bay Area”. That’s what you get when your whole concept of California comes from CHiPs reruns.
September 18th, 2006 at 12:05 pm
Hey wow, my gravatar started working!
September 18th, 2006 at 12:31 pm
Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve got this Gravatar cache plugin to help pages load faster, but the cache doesn’t update like it’s supposed to. So I have to refresh it myself when I think of it, which is not often.
People who have lived in Monterey for many years (which is to say, the people who can afford to live here) will tell you, with their noses slightly tilted upwards, that Monterey is the “bay area.” And then there are the Carmelites, who look at you like they’ve just thrown up in their mouth if you talk about anything outside Carmel.
September 18th, 2006 at 12:54 pm
“the dirty, awful, ugly, superficial Southern California was south of us”
Hey now!
We’re not ugly!
September 18th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
September 18th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
gah. <3 Prairie Home Companion.
your comment system ate my heart!
September 21st, 2006 at 2:40 am
Around these parts we call that same lake, Lake Woeisye. It’s one of those strange lakes that randomly empties. Then everyone goes crazy happy and runs round going “The Wo is Gone.” There is often debate about whether it’s half full or half empty. Nevermind the loonies that constantly believe it is full, and the ones that say it’s always empty and can’t see all the fuss. It’s all quite odd really.
The ups and downs of the lake of Woiesye will, I think, remain a mystery to all of us. Still, it’s something to talk about eh.