And that's that. The Cubs played their last game of the season today and appropriate blew a good outing by Hall of Famer Gred Maddux en route to a win by the now-playoff-bound Houston Astros. The season ending is really a mercy-killing. Between Nomar and Prior and Wood and Walker and Patterson and Ramirez and Dempster and Nameless-Guy-In-Left-Field it was a pretty awful season. Derek Lee was the lone bright spot but his second half wasn't really that great either. These are the Cubs I remember from my past--a Spring of Hope and a Season of Disappointment. Hopefully Corey Patterson will spotaneously combust in the off-season and Kerry Wood will get traded. Jeremy Burnitz and Michael Barrett did respectable jobs (and in all fairness Dempster did a good job once they put him in the bullpen) and I'd like to see keep Lee and Glendon Rusch but other than that I'd like to see a total overhaul. Maybe keep Zambrano and Maddux just for good measure but I see no point in keeping anyone else. Sorry. Rest in Peace 2005 Cubs. By the way, making the Cubs say Crap in that graphic took longer than you might think.
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Instead of going to the Gator Bowl with my comp. tickets (right?) we instead went to a wedding in Live Oak. While it wasn't how I would have chosen to spend my weekend, the location was nice and the church was really cool. Since I didn't know anyone there, I was stuck to Jamie's side the whole time. Since her sister planned the wedding, we all helped out. I was responsible for filling glasses with beer. I did a fine job, thanks for asking.
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Hmm. A new year upon us and I'm still doing the same stuff. Nothing. Jamie came over this morning and I got us some donuts. This afternoon I went in to City Hall to work a couple of hours. Chris and Michael came to pick up Abner the Turtle and that's that. Tomorrow I start my new job. Yippee.
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Oh Brian, you sly dog letting me have your comment script. I'm sorry I haven't put it up yet but I don't understand all of it and I don't want to use anything I don't understand (yet, anyway).
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Man, I'm exhausted. Get it? It could be worse, I could be some of my fish. For some reason, there has been a HUGE string of fish-deaths recently. The cichlid-mom that gave birth died, only eleven fry survived, William (of Wiliam & Mary), the first live-baby auratus, and all of the mysteriously parented babies in the African tank. Bummer.
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Stupid minesweeper. I go through all that work and it comes down to a 50/50 guess. If you're a Minesweeper addict and are ready to give me some tips and/or strategies to solve that, spare your breath. It's a 50/50 guess. I was already over my best time, so it's not like my losing is going to ruin my night.
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Ah, routine. I went to work this morning to find no one home. I waited around for ten minutes before I gave up and went back home to work. Including the driving time, it killed a half hour. Ok, it was only a half hour but when your work day is 12 hours long, every half hour that's "free" is important. And because I wasn't working then, it translated to more work this evening. Chompy appreciated me being home and I gave her some quality petting before leaving for Work B at 11:50am. I'm not sure if it was the two Starbucks Espressos I had but I got a ton done today. Ken The Temp returned from his Christmas Break and reclaimed his old desk, leaving me out in the cold. Having limited options, I took over the office of some guy. The nice thing about having a private office is I can listen to NPR as much as I like. Today's grilling of the new Attorney General wasn't exactly what I'd call interesting but whatever, sound is sound. After work Jamie and I went out to dinner where we sat next to this middle aged couple. He took off his shoes and put his feet on her lap before their drinks came and by the time the appetizers arrived, she was giving a full out foot massage. Gross. Come on now, you're 40 not 16. And while it was bad for me, it was worse for Jamie, who really hates feet. After dinner I finally got around to buying a watch but it's so big that I'm not going to be able to wear it until I take a dozen links out of it.
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There I am, just reading the news, and *bam* I get hit by this picture. There are just so many horrible things, I don't even know where to begin. Apparently he was a greeter at Wal-Mart and then he started distributing this picture when people would walk in. If his plan was to be famous, it totally worked. Not that I always trust the "news" I read from the Drudge Report but it gets millions of hits a day. And when you're picture is on there you know you've hit the big time. My biggest question is: Where are his bits? Tucked? Gross.
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After sitting out the first four hands with 2-5, 2-5, 3-4 and 2-6, I finally land a suited J/10 and go in. After the flop I had a straight to the ace. Not wanting to get some measly pot I slow play it. Phil Gordon would be proud. By the time all the cards are down, I've moved all in. We flip over our cards. I have a straight to the ace, Sean has three kings. Bam! You like that? Oh but wait--as I'm hauling the booty of chips in, some asshole who is watching the game behind us says--it's not three kings, it's a full house! We find the cards again and sure enough, he had a full house. So I sat there for the next two hours watching. Not only was I out first, but Ricky was out next followed by Jamie. What a bizzarro game. Theory-Chris did well, tying for first and splitting the pot with Sean. At least I got to give my money to someone I knew.
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Now that Google has me cached, I've been getting all sorts of crazy hits. You'll be pleased to know my site is the #7 site on Google for "dog nipples". The Desperate Housewives page really needs some updating but I'm too tired to do it right now. I spent waaaay to much time working this evening and now I have a killer headache. The only treatment I know is sleep (and maybe Tylenol) so maybe I'll do a double dip right now.
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Prepared for a big meeting.
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Went to a big meeting. Made hourly rate to eat a free lunch at an expensive restaurant. Should have gotten an MBA instead of an MM--no food expenses then.
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What a weird day. Jamie left for D.C but was still stuck in Tallahassee when I last talked to her at 6pm. This morning a guy came to install a new screen door but Chompy kept him at bay. So at bay that he refused to come in until I locked her in my bedroom. See, I didn't really lock her in, though. I just closed the door. So I go downstairs to make small talk (and to explain why I was wearing only my underwear when he came in). A couple minutes later I hear this huge noise, like Chompy and Ab fighting their way down the stairs. Since Ab, of course, wasn't over I looked over to the stairs and see Chompy racing towards the guy, fur up and teeth out. I tackle her about a foot away and then actually lock her in. The guy was all flailing and screaming right from the beginning so I think she smelled his fear.
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What a full day. Looking back at some of my old entries I'm not sure how I was able to live with only one or two hours of "doing stuff". Not that I would mind going back to that but nonetheless, things have really changed a lot over the past year. A year ago, I had three hours of a class and a celebration of Chris' Birthday. Everything else was open. Today I had a total of four hours of sleep, two executive meetings, a way-way-too-short-lunch, and got back from work at 7pm. When I got home I did more work until about 9pm and then got to pet Die Chomp for a while.
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You would think after hanging out for years, I'd have more pictures of Chris. Sadly, I do not. I almost gave him some open eyes in Photoshop but then I decided against it. Instead, I'll tell the story of the picture. It's from one of our Mas N' Steel concerts. At this moment, as captured by a former student, I'm playing on the underside of Matt's pan. Chris, obviously entranced by our beautiful solo, is too caught up in the stirring melodies to be prepared for such a picture. Anyway, Happy (day late) Birthday!
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I got to talk to three of my friends from undergrad via IM today. They're all alive and well. Hopefully I'll get to see them all when I go up to do my piece with the middle school in Viroqua. Just another reminder that I'm getting really old.
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Jamie and The Ab returned home today. Jamie said her events in DC went well and is most likely headed up there for her next round of school. Abby groaned and kept going back into her cage.
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Go State. Seems like just last year we were out storming the court after FSU upset Wake Forest (sorry KB).
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More Later...
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There is just such a huge disparity between my two jobs. Until noon every day, I'm a tie-wearing executive. People schedule meetings for me, I go places to meet with strangers who buy my food and I'm left nearly unattended to do whatever I think is best. Sure, I have a general idea of what needs to get done but for the most part I'm an idea-man. I have to talk with adults about topics with which I'm not terribly familiar and be able to win them over. Almost total faith is put in me to use my discretion to get things done. And, I have nearly full-access to do these things. Thankfully, Jerry works with me. He's this jobs version of Ricky--he's a genius but so damn likable that you can't help but find yourself admiring him. Then at noon I'm a slave. Sure, I go to an occasional meeting and my ideas are valued but for all intents and purposes I don't do anything special. I get paid crap to pull staples out of packets of paper and then tell other people how to do it. It's weird having two such different roles day in and day out. I really wish The City would utilize me a bit better. I think my topic for next week will be: Mean Things I Did As A Temp. Some of them are pretty cruel and I think people will enjoy reading about them.
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After I finished buying Jamie a bunch of make-up presents we got around to watching Napoleon Dynamite. Both Matt and Ricky said it was hilarious so rather than renting it and paying for all the late fees I just bought it. It was pretty funny in a really weird way. It also explains why people have been saying "flipping awesome" recently. Ok, his boots are pretty funny but on the whole it was just weird. The acting was superb but there was really only one memorable line that I'll be repeating all week: "I caught you this delicious bass". Man, those boots are funny though. I also learned that there is no such thing as "for all intensive purposes" only "for all intents and purposes". That was from Kathy, though, not the movie.
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Well, the good news is all my laundry is done. The bad news is that I totally murdered my weekend in the process. I did manage to squeeze in some time to watch the football games, though. The two teams I wanted--the Falcons and Steelers--both lost so I probably won't watch the Superbowl (Superb Owl). I went into work on Sunday but spent my time making a bunch of copies of music for our gig. Being the honest person I am, I didn't claim the time I was there working on my personal stuff. If I was working somewhere else I probably would do such a dastardly thing but everyone there is so genuine and honest I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
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Rather than drone on and on about my lousy day, I figure I'll take this opportunity to help you, Steve. Let me give you a quick analysis of this girl that loves you.
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It could be worse. I could be Victor Yushenko and been poisoned and disfigured. He said today that he's still not used to his new face. Well, of course. I realize that I'm not much of an optimist but generally speaking I really want to believe things like this don't happen. They do obviously and I fully understand the reasons why but man, it's scary. Especially for us little guys. Even the biggest of our guys is still so tiny in the whole scheme of things that I'm not exactly sure why we even pretend that we have a say in things. Take our little microcosmic world of Tallahassee. All the state, county and city government buildings are here. All of these institutions have all this power that controls our day to day lives but we didn't put them there. I didn't, anyway. The worst is the County. Leon County is run by the biggest morons ever excreted. We really could stand a system where average people have some say. Sure, there might be more NASCAR on TV but it seems a small price to pay. I wish some of my coworkers at the City would run for office. Those are the types of people that have the type of balance we all could stand. Alas, that'll never happen in the bowels of the south.
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I could not find my wallet this morning to save my life. Seriously, I was ready to leave at 9:45am but it took me twenty minutes. What it was doing on my living room TV still baffles me. Today really poked along. My job at the City becomes more tedious every day. Because I'm so hopelessly bored by irritation with one of my coworkers grows daily because, well, I have plenty of time to think about him. I try to explain things to him in the most simple terms but it's like brain just can't comprehend anything at all. Our process is so slow because we have to have all these unnecessary QC checks when one at the end would be more than enough. So far we've screwed up one file out of over 1500. Additionally, it's not like we can't get a copy of anything should we screw it up. If I had another part time job lined up for the afternoons I'd just quit. I really wanted to stick it out until the end of the project but man, a 3rd grader could do my job (and probably be more tolerant of certain coworkers).
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Matt Flynn came over after Mas N' Steel rehearsal and we ended up watching clips from Napoleon Dynamite. I think we said, "Your mom went to college" about four hundred times.
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I agreed to help one of my coworkers move. Big mistake. Although I do not have time to go into the dramatic detail required right now, there was a real deer head stuck to the wall. They were totally unprepared for us to help, which both really irritated me and taught me a valuable lesson. While I admit that I was not completely boxed and ready when Chris, Michael, Matt, Jamie and Kathy helped me move, I at least, well, knew I was moving. Adding to the confusion was the world's most annoying child. He's probably about nine, was dressed as an Indian and sang two lines from some hard-core rap song with the word "freaking" replacing some of the less desirable words. Oh, and he lisps. Big time. And, somehow, not just s's.
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I'm sorry, seriously, but if you've got people over to help you move your bullets had better be packed before the first person arrives. I stumbled across them while in the garage. Boxes full. No wonder so many people die when they get hit by a bullet--they're heavy and big. Even the smallest ones are big.
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After a nice lunch at Gordo's with Chris and Mike, we ran a TON of errands. I dropped the music of for the Tallahassee Senior Center gig off with Dan and then went to WalMart. I hadn't been to WalMart since I'd become rich and I'd already forgotten how badly poor people smell. SuperWalMarts are even scarier than normal ones. People in there buying literally everything they will use for the next month. I bought a couple new packs of t-shirts as well as a full-size ironing board and a big ol' mirror to look admire my full body in the mornings before work. Somehow my bill was $96. That hardly seems fair since I can only remember buying the things I listed. Oh, and some pens. And a new garbage can.
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In the hopes of rebuilding my now-depleted tank I added an apple snail last night. Jamie and I got it from PetCo. and it's about the size of my fist. I didn't realize normal snails were that big--I had only read about the Great African Land Snails that had infiltrated American soil years ago and those puppies are huge. I named him Tom since he had a hard time coming out of his shell much like our former steel band mate Tom who, even after three years, never came out.
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