As my first April Fool's prank in a good long time I called the grad office today and pretended to be a potential doctoral student. It went over well--my plan was to change which degree program I wanted every time Bryan Richards would ask me about one and get more angry each time. I did such a good job that I had to reveal myself after he ready to transfer me.
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Jamie and I went to some garage sales in the morning. It was mildly fruitful--I got a kitchen island for $10. It's a lot bigger than I thought so it looks out of place in my small eating area. At least it'll buy me some storage time.
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Surprise, surprise. I worked all day again. I made this chart. I think it looks pretty nice.
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I know you're thinking one of two things:
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Ok, new plan. Survive through next weekend on three hours sleep. The only good news is that baseball season started yesterday. Who cares that after two days the Cubs are already in 4th place? Not me. For the first time I'm going in with a reasonable expectation: 2nd place wild-card losers. I'm not going to get my hopes up for the umpteeth year just to have it blown. Maybe I'll give a pupdate tomorrow since there hasn't been one for a while.
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I read an article online yesterday morning about a long turtle who survived a pet store fire that killed all of his adoptable mates. A few weeks ago I read about a turtle whose shell contained the face of Satan. The picture to the left is Lucky (the pet store) turtle. Don't tell me you can't see the face of the devil in that because I sure can. I wonder if turtles in general are satanic...What I do know is they're not mentioned in any Ozzy or Zeppelin songs so I doubt they can really be all that bad.
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You might have thought I would have taken the time to match the actual Comcast font but no, they're not worth the effort. I mean, why should I expend the effort to do something right when they can't? Needless to say, cable was out across the country last night. That really pissed me off. Because of my hefty nap schedule I was ready to crank some work out after dinner but no.
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Jerry came by Jack's this morning for the last time to give the final status on everything. Although I didn't get there until 11:30 I was still able to catch a lot of Jack's yelling. This woman Toni will be replacing Jerry. She has a masters in Creative Writing and seems like someone I'll enjoy working with. Like everyone else, including myself, that has come in she has the genuine desire to help out and get things done. She knows that if she can get Jack to focus and prioritize then it will be "all good". She, like Jerry, had at least some knowledge of Jack as a friend coming in. The problem is that for all her good qualities, the environment in which we "work" is a nightmare. I hope she can do it. I told her I had her back.
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I cleaned all day. And my house still isn't all that clean.
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Man, the Longhorn Steakhouse sucked for the first time. I'm not sure our waitress was retarded or the "chefs" in the kitchen were. My "medium" steak was, as my brother used to say, BK--burnt (to a) krisp. I don't remember how the hell that came about. Anyway. The cut of meat looked and tasted like it was a center cut of brain. I invited the waitress to taste it but she said it looked "gross and overcooked". After being mean to Chris, we went to Cool Grindz. Once sufficiently caffeinated, Chris and I parted ways from Michael and Jamie and would up at Tallahassee Nurseries. It was a relatively cheap trip--only $36. We came back here and potted the new plants. Chris went home, I cleaned up all the dirt I had spilled then took a nap.
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Hey guys, thanks for your money. Seriously, thank you. It seems that since Ricky has stopped playing poker my luck has been really, really good. My neighbor Brian and Elena joined the usuals to take turns filing my wallet. Elena's husband had to work on a paper but hopefully he can come next time to pay the Mike-tax. Both Chris and Brian put up valiant efforts against me but ultimately had to succumb to Rickyesque luck.
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I went over to Jack's friend Nancy's house today to help figure out which items of artistic value they might have that FSU would want. Nancy's now-deceased husband, Jimmy, was a professor of music in the '50s when the School of Music was first getting started. He quit when they wouldn't let him have any composition students and stuck him teaching only theory. Yeah, that's terrible.
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This record Pat (from City Hall) gave me has been such a pain in my ass I can't begin to describe it. Last night was supposed to be the day I was done with it but oh no, the 1/8" to 1/4" converter wasn't there so now it's going to take me another day to get it done. Did I mention that the record is The Best of Lenny and Squiggy?
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I am sad to report that Keanu has finally died. With no rear fin and with maybe 75% of his scales left in tact, he finally succumbed last night despite extreme measures to keep him alive. The exact cause of death was cannibalism...by his kids.
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I did it...I paid my taxes on time. Well, I filed for my extension on time. Go me!
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Around noon I left for Panama City Beach for Ricky's bachelor's party. I was already a day late so I missed all the debauchery from the previous night. I didn't get too lost and made it in about two hours. Since I couldn't find anyone I took a little nap and then hit the beach. A couple hours later I caught up with the group and we sat on the patio and watched these two retarded kids throw sand into each other's eyes while their expensive boogie-boards floated into the ocean. We assumed they were left alone with such expensive toys because their mom was up on the 15th floor banging some dude.
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After a surprisingly restful sleep on the bottom of two bunk beds we had breakfast at...wait for it...a diner. Who cares if they had a section devoted to just butter and that the bacon was deformed and probably not from a cow--not me because I was so thrilled to be eating in a diner again. In this place's defense, the pancakes and potatoes were excellent. I wish we had a diner in Tallahassee. Oh well.
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Where the hell was everyone for poker last night? Chris was the only one that came so we decided to watch the Cubs lose to the Reds instead. Jara stopped by to say her last goodbyes and to drop off the Desperate Housewives tape. In honor of Jara's leaving, let me list my why we might be in trouble without her.
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Well Abs, it's midnight so you're officially the big 2. I was going to make you some birthday brownies but you've already eaten a pan of them so...tough.
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See, that's the problem with demos. You want someone to say "Yes, I like the big picture concept, now go make it happen" or "No, I don't like the big picture concept, go back to the drawing board" when they want to see something closer to a finished product to be able to judge the big picture. But that's impossible. Not that the presentation went badly but the changes are either enormous or things that need to be worried about in a few months not right now. What's funny is that it seemed a good number of the comments were centered around adding more pizzazz. When you've got a page full of tables working with old graphics that pixelate at the slightest resize, things aren't going to be heart-stopping. Sorry. I've got some more modernist ideas but they might be too much.
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It's been a while since I did a sports entry so here goes. My beloved Cubs are not doing so hot. There was a time a few years ago when I foolishly thought the Cubs had made a permanent turn for the better. They were spending money and actually having winning seasons. Stupid, stupid me.
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I don't understand how sites can be made entirely in flash. Don't get me wrong--I love Flash and I really enjoy using it but come on. Surely at some point you have to think, "Wow, I'm on layer 257 and only on frame 2". I guess if you don't use flash you have no idea what I'm talking about.
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With Jamie out of town for the weekend I got down to doing one of my big projects: redoing my office. I parted ways with the small WalMart bookcases dangerously stacked on each other and splurged for some matching cabinets. The office looks nice now, like a real office and I wouldn't be that embarrassed to have a stranger come in and talk to me there. Within the office I finally finished another project that had been left incomplete for the past 10 months: setting up the stereo in here. Neatly embedded within the new shelves is my homemade nine-piece stereo. Now I can blast NPR into the row of townhouses across the parking lot. All I need now are some motivational pictures with clips of how hard work and focus combined with synergy ensures me a healthy financial future and a place in heaven.
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Remember that time Ellen Zwillich told me one of my pieces reminded her of a corpse with make-up on? The problem with anything creative is that things are so subjective. I spent a good eleven hours of my day bringing a demo into what I thought was going to be a pretty cool site only to be reminded of reality.
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Is there anything good about this picture? I think not.
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What a long day. Jack found an interesting article in the Democrat. For me, when I'm stage any sort of nerves simply aren't there. Some people I know puke their guts out first and they perform really well too. I think the study will show simply that no two people cope with high-performance stress the same way. Personally, I have much more stress working "normal" jobs than playing in front of 10,000 people but that's just me. At least on stage there are bodyguards between you and the people paying you.
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For our 2 year anniversary Jamie and I went to Destin for the weekend. Theory-Chris was kind enough to stay with Die Chomp. The drive down was uneventful and our room had an ocean view. Sort of. If you stood on the balcony and leaned way over you could indeed see a tiny sliver of ocean. The next day it poured rain and we foolishly drove through pools halfway-up the car to get to the Outlet Mall. We didn't have any food so we didn't have much of a choice. By the time we were finished and had gone to Winn-Dixie to get supplies for dinner the roads were nearly free of water. It was pretty amazing that they got 3' ponds off the roads in a matter of hours. We can't do that in Tallahassee with 3" of water. We ended up going out to dinner at this place where all the Destin-prom-kids were. We got burnt on the beach yesterday (even me!) and we sadly did not find any conchs the size of my arm--my whole reason for going. We did find a shark's head on the beach though. I think a fisherman caught one, cut off the head and left it there for the birds, which did a pretty mediocre job picking it clean. We made great time on the ride back with plenty of breathing room for Desperate Housewives/Family Guy night. Steve had already sent me a copy of the first Family Guy so I watched DH instead with the upstairs TV on Fox to make sure FG got the ratings it deserved.
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